You said you could kill the evil spirits without me, why are you crying now?

Chapter 198 Even the sacred weapon of our blood clan was brought out by me

"Isn't that the Kappa from the White-Red Empire legend? It looks exactly like the description in the legend, disgusting and ugly, with a bald head."

"Asshole, how dare you insult the gods of our White-Red Empire."

"You can call this the god of the White-Red Empire? Then your White-Red Empire is too pitiful."

"The Lighthouse Empire is really involved. Those people in suits are probably the members of the legendary vampire family. The battle prepared for Chu He today is really grand."

"The White Elephant Empire made quite a scene that time, with a group of gods and Vishnu, one of the three gods, but they still fled in panic in front of Chuhe."

"The White Elephant Empire is full of brainless weirdos. Do you think the Lighthouse Empire is that simple?"

The popularity of the live broadcast room continues to rise.

A lineup like the Lighthouse Empire and the White-Red Empire joining forces is extremely rare in the world.

And all this is just to fight against Chu He.

Chu He broke into the territory of the White-Red Empire alone.

It also caused chaos in the entire city of Shinya Island, which undoubtedly stood on the opposite side of the White and Red Empire.

A situation of no return but one life and death has been formed.

Can Chu He really fight against so many opponents alone?
And this is just the power on the surface.

Who knows if the Lighthouse Empire and the White-Red Empire have any other backup plans?

Some people were worried about Chu He, while others hoped that Chu He would be dealt with immediately.

"Hello, everyone around the world. I am Shuten-douji, the god of the White-Red Empire."

The incredibly handsome young man waved at the strange filming equipment coming from all directions.

She has messy hair, horns on her head, a bright red complexion, and is wearing a large plaid fabric and a red prayer skirt.

However, he exudes a kind of handsomeness that is difficult to describe even in cartoons.

"The gods of the White and Red Empire are so good-looking?"

"I suggest you take a look at that Kappa before you say that."

"Okay, I take that back."

It has to be said that Shuten-doji's appearance has won the votes of more than 80% of netizens around the world who think he is handsome.

"Mr. Chu, we have gone through a lot of trouble for you this time."

Shuten-doji withdrew his gaze and looked at Chu He with a smile.

"Is this considered a major war? Then you, the White-Red Empire and the Lighthouse Empire, are truly pathetic."

Chu He mocked mercilessly.

"I hope your mouth will still be as powerful later on."

Shuten-doji was not angry at all.

He is the god of the White and Red Empire, how could he be angry with a mere mortal?
So what if Chuhe is strong?
Even though he is touted by the outside world as the strongest person on Blue Star, he is still just a mortal after all.

“Chu He, let me introduce myself, my name is Brooks, and I’m the prince of the Remore clan.

Shuten-doji was right. For you, we really did our best this time.

I even brought out the holy artifacts of our blood clan."

The elegant middle-aged man in a tuxedo pulled out a bone harp from his arms.

Then, a swaying cold air spread silently around.

Even Shuten-doji and the kappa soaking in the icy river water couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Because on this bone harp, even the two of them felt a threat that touched their souls.

Brooks let go of the bone harp, and it just floated quietly in front of him.

Brooks's actions seemed unusually decisive and mysterious.

He slowly took out a finely carved, coldly shiny table knife from his sleeve.

The handle of the knife is inlaid with an unknown gem.

He stared at the elegant yet dangerous knife without any hesitation.
In an almost ritualistic gesture, he aimed the tip of the knife at the center of his thick palm.

With an almost inaudible sigh, the knife mercilessly pierced the skin, and blood gushed out instantly.

Like a trickle of water flowing slowly along the lines of his palm, Brooks's expression remained unchanged.

He quickly pulled out the knife, clenched his fists and let the bright red blood drip through his fingers.

Finally, it gathered into a trickle and slowly flowed into the ancient bone harp placed in front of him.

This seemingly ordinary bone harp, the moment it came into contact with Brooks' blood,
It was as if a sleeping soul had been awakened.

It began to tremble slightly, making a low and strange "creaking" sound.

The sound was like an old wooden door swaying in the cold wind, or like a giant beast sleeping in an ancient tomb slowly waking up.

Then, a melodious yet eerie piano sounded.

The melody is mixed with ancient calls and deep sorrow.
It seemed as if countless demons were whispering and chanting in the darkness, singing the indescribable hymn of hell.

There was an indescribable fear and uneasiness in the air.
Everyone present couldn't help but tremble.

What is even more shocking is that as the piano music continues,
The bone harp that was originally lying on the ground began to undergo amazing changes.

Its wooden shell gradually blurred and finally disappeared completely.
Instead, there was a suit of armor made of pure white bones, flashing a cold light.

This bone armor seemed to have its own life, slowly condensing and forming around Brooks.

Finally, it merged into his body in an incredible way, covering every inch of his skin and forming a perfect set of protection.

The bone armor not only fits his body curves perfectly,
Moreover, it displayed a strange vitality between his movements, constantly squirming and adjusting, protecting him in the best condition.

Every bone in the armor glowed faintly, as if responding to Brooks' will.
Together they weave a protective net to keep out all potential threats.

At this moment, Brooks was like a messenger returning from hell, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

At this moment, lotus flowers emerged from the clouds to form a long road, accompanied by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

Then, someone was seen walking slowly barefoot on a road paved with lotus flowers that had descended from the sky.

“Isn’t this Vishnu, one of the three gods of the White Elephant Kingdom? How come he is here too?”

“It seems that the White-Red Empire has seized the opportunity to bury Chu He forever in Xinwudao City.

"Weren't Vishnu's two arms chopped off? Now they look intact."

"This is the power of the gods of our White Elephant Empire. How can you mortals understand it?"

“Look at the gap between the gods of the White-Red Empire and our gods of the White Elephant Empire.

I think the White-Red Empire is not a god at all, but an evil spirit endowed with intelligence that was pulled out from nowhere."

The people in the live broadcast room were excited again.

This time, the battle that the White-Red Empire prepared to target Chu He was truly massive.

Not only did the prince of the Lighthouse Empire come to the fore,

Even Vishnu, who had fought with Chuhe before, unexpectedly recovered to his perfect state and made a comeback.

Chuhe also noticed that Vishnu's breath became deeper than last time.
In other words, during the period of disappearance, this guy's strength has been further improved.

Facing the strongest lineup put together by the White-Red Empire in a short period of time, Chu He remained calm.

The wind was light and the clouds were clear, just like traveling to the White and Red Empire's Shinyashima City.
Instead of facing the life-and-death battle that is about to break out.

In the command headquarters of the White-Red Empire,
The person in charge slammed the table heavily and said happily: "With such a strong lineup, I think it should be no problem to deal with Chu He."

If Chu He could be killed, the person in charge would also have some reasons to explain to the outside world.

After all, when the strange weapons were used to clean up the city of Shinyajima,

As a result, a large number of civilians and warriors died there.
And the death was quite strange and tragic.

This scene was captured clearly by live broadcasts sent by many empires, and was immediately presented on major live broadcast platforms around the world.

Daxia Empire.

"Chu He is too arrogant. The White-Red Empire has not responded yet. It turns out that they are seeking help. I am afraid that Chu He will find it difficult to get out of this predicament this time."

A minister sighed and said in the conference room.

"It's okay, trust Chu He."

Lu Yinhe sat in the first seat, with the same indifferent expression as Chu He.

But the pair of white and tender little hands were unconsciously clasped together, and a layer of sweat appeared on the palms.

(End of this chapter)