AWB Chapter 286 Western Gods
Chapter 286 Western Gods
He stared at the blue dragon with a sharp gaze and said loudly, "Don't look down on me. The life weapon is soul-entering, the underworld cannon, and the sun wheel chariot." As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light flashed, and an extremely large underworld cannon appeared in front of Wu Geng. This underworld cannon exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, and the cannon body was engraved with ancient and mysterious runes. The runes flashed with strange light, as if telling its extraordinary origin.
The muzzle of the Underworld Cannon was like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, facing the blue dragon, ready to fire. Wu Geng fired without hesitation, and with a deafening roar, a beam of hot energy light shot out from the muzzle and whizzed towards the blue dragon. This beam of light contained the power to destroy the world, and wherever it passed, the air was instantly ignited, forming a spectacular flame channel.
Seeing this, Lan Long's face changed. He did not dare to be careless at all, and hurriedly raised the Ice Soul Dragon Blade and Water Dragon Sword in his hands and crossed them in front of him to block. The energy beam hit the sword fiercely, and a strong light and energy fluctuations burst out.
The blue dragon only felt a huge force coming like a tidal wave, and his body flew backwards involuntarily, his feet plowing two deep grooves on the ground. He managed to stabilize his body in the air before slowly landing.
At this time, there were some scratches on his hands, and blood oozed out from the wounds, staining his palms red. He frowned slightly, secretly surprised in his heart, "I underestimated you, this force is not weak, I can't fight him head-on anymore."
Wu Geng saw that Lan Long was injured, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face. "Now you know how powerful I am." Although his voice was a little hoarse due to the pain, it was full of provocation. He stared at Lan Long closely, ready for the next round of battle, and the fire in his eyes burned more vigorously, as if he wanted to burn all obstacles in front of him into ashes.
In the far west, it is completely different from the north, as if it is the other extreme of the world. The night is like a huge piece of black silk, tightly covering the earth and casting a mysterious veil over everything. In the center of this darkness, there is a magnificent palace, standing quietly like a sleeping giant beast.
Inside the hall, candlelight flickered, and shadows danced on the walls, as if telling an ancient story. A man sat on the throne at the end of the hall. He was tall and majestic, and his broad chest was like a majestic mountain, giving people an unshakable sense of majesty. He wore a golden laurel crown on his head, and every golden leaf on the crown sparkled brightly under the candlelight, demonstrating his supreme status.
In front of him, three figures stood respectfully. The man on the left was wearing a red robe inlaid with gold. The bright red color was like a burning flame, and golden threads weaved through it, outlining a mysterious and gorgeous pattern. Every slight shake reflected a dazzling light, as if his whole body was burning with the flame of passion.
The man in the middle is wearing a dark orange robe with gold trimmings. The color is like the sky at sunset, deep and solemn. The gold ornaments are more luxurious against the orange background, making him look mysterious yet majestic. The man on the right is wearing a medium blue robe with gold trimmings. The blue is like the deep ocean, with endless power in its tranquility. The gold trimmings are like the sun jumping on the waves, adding a bit of elegance to him.
The man in the middle, wearing a dark orange robe inlaid with gold, bowed slightly and said respectfully, "God King, the Northern God King has decided to attack the East. He even sent someone to tell us that as long as we in the West can do our best to help, we will not have to compete for land in the future!"
The man sitting on the throne raised his lips slightly, crossed his legs, and said with a playful smile in his eyes: "So that's how it is. Odin, the old immortal, has finally made up his mind." The man in the middle asked immediately: "Should we send someone to help?"
When the man on the throne heard this, his expression instantly became gloomy. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and there was a conspiracy that was not clear to see. He was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Of course, let the King of the Underworld take the three judges and the soldiers of the Underworld."
The man on the left, wearing a red robe with gold inlays, said in surprise, "Are you going to agree to Odin's request?" The man on the throne raised a meaningful smile and said, "Of course, as long as he is busy with things in the east, he will have no time to take care of our land in the west. This is a great opportunity for us."
His voice echoed in the hall, as if every word carried an order that could not be disobeyed, which made people feel awe.
The man in the middle, wearing a dark orange robe with gold inlays, took a step forward slightly, his eyes flashing with a fiery light, and his tone was filled with a hint of urgency and desire: "Please let me go too, Lord God King. Since we reached peace with the North a thousand years ago, the weapon in my hand has not tasted the taste of battle for too long. I feel that my strength has gradually become dull in this long peace, like a rusty iron chain. I am eager to shed my blood on the battlefield again and let the enemy see my bravery."
The man on the right, wearing a medium blue robe with gold trim, frowned slightly, looked at him, and said in a serious tone: "This is the order of the Lord God King! You must not overstep your authority without authorization. Everything should be done according to the Lord God King's arrangements."
After hearing the request from the man in the middle, the man on the throne was silent for a moment, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly said: "Well, you are the God of War, and fighting is as natural as your breathing. I understand your desire for fighting. Since you are so enthusiastic, then you can go too. I hope you can bring glory to our West in this battle and let those guys in the North know how powerful we are."
When the man in the middle heard this, he immediately showed a look of surprise on his face. He quickly knelt on one knee, clenched his right fist and placed it on his left chest, and said respectfully and excitedly: "Thank you, Lord God King! I will live up to your expectations and make the enemy tremble in fear on the battlefield."
The God King waved his hand slightly, his expression slightly tired but with unquestionable majesty: "You can withdraw."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The three responded in unison, their voices echoing in the hall, and then they turned around in unison and retreated towards the hall entrance with steady steps. Their figures gradually disappeared into the shadow of the hall, leaving only the God King sitting quietly on the tall throne.
The hall suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the flickering candlelight. The God King sat on the throne, his mouth slightly raised, revealing an extremely sinister smile, which was full of greed and ambition.