Chapter 572
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Chapter 572: Heroic Spirits
“Human?”
Amon sensed the sudden presence of six figures emerging from the river of fate, and his brows furrowed.
It is important to note that this is not the material world; it is a void world composed of fate. In the long river of fate, apart from fate itself, nothing else can exist. Even Amon can only transform into fate to continue devouring the national fortune of the Great Xia.
But now, he witnessed six human figures slowly walking towards him from the river of fate.
The most bizarre thing was that their attire was completely different.
One wore a neatly tailored Zhongshan suit, slicked-back hair, resembling someone from the Republic of China era, exuding a calm and steady demeanor;
Another was dressed in the court attire of the Ming Dynasty, wearing a deep blue gown, adorned with hairpins, gentle and virtuous;
One was clad in bell-bottom pants and a floral shirt from the 1980s, sporting sunglasses, looking like a trendy youth just out of a dance hall;
Two others wore modern hoodies and shirts, but upon closer inspection, one could still discern the differences in their eras. The girl’s hoodie was made of lamb fleece, paired with white sneakers, appearing to be products from the last two years; while the boy wore a white shirt and black tapered pants, with bulky headphones hanging around his neck—headphones that had been discontinued fifteen years ago;
Finally, the central figure wore tattered ancient armor, stained with large patches of dark red blood, holding a long spear that was equally bloody and fierce, resembling a general just returned from the battlefield.
Yet, his appearance was surprisingly youthful, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with sharp eyes like swords, exuding a chilling aura of killing intent.
These six individuals, each belonging to different eras, standing together created an inexplicable visual impact, and amidst the awkwardness, there was even a hint of strange harmony…
They stepped upon the surging river of fate, slowly approaching Amon, the black giant.
Amon’s gaze was fixed on these six, filled with confusion.
They… seemed to be like him, existing without bodies, transformed into fate.
But who exactly were they? Why were they hidden within the national fortune of the Great Xia?
“You are the one Ye Fan spoke of, the one disturbing the national fortune of the Great Xia?”
Among the six, the young general at the forefront slowly spoke, his cold eyes locking onto Amon’s, showing no fear despite the overwhelming and terrifying aura emanating from Amon.
“How is that possible? Humans cannot exist within fate!” Amon frowned and replied.
“Is it really that strange?” The trendy youth in the floral shirt and bell-bottoms adjusted his sunglasses and smiled slightly. “Because we are, in fact, part of the national fortune of the Great Xia.”
Part of the national fortune?
Amon’s brows furrowed even tighter. Even though he understood the words, he still couldn’t comprehend…
How could humans become part of fate?
His gaze swept over the group, as if he had realized something, and he exclaimed in surprise, “You are the souls of humans who have already died?”
“To be precise, we are heroic spirits.” The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit spoke in a deep voice. “We are the heroic spirits of the pinnacle of humanity, who once existed in the history of the Great Xia, and due to various factors, ultimately fell into a deep slumber within the river of national fortune.”
Amon’s eyes narrowed slightly.
The pinnacle of humanity should be on the same level as that sword-wielding human; yet here, there were actually six?
“No, human souls cannot withstand such a powerful impact from the national fortune. Even if you are stronger than others, it is impossible to endure for such a long time, let alone slumber within it.” Amon shook his head.
“Relying solely on the soul is indeed insufficient…” The young general at the forefront began to speak slowly.
He extended his hand and gently grasped the source of the river of national fortune. A phantom rushed out from the void with a piercing roar, ultimately embedding itself into the ground before him!
It was a broken spear, reduced to half, but stained with blood and exuding a murderous intent.
“But if one collapses their realm, refines their bones and blood into the weapon, merging their body with the weapon, they can create a vessel for the soul, gathering their spirit within, placing it in the river of national fortune for nurturing, merging themselves with fate, thus becoming a heroic spirit, guarding the national fortune of the Great Xia for eternity.”
His voice was calm yet resonant, his eyes filled with sharpness like brilliant stars, dazzling and piercing.
At the same time, the other five also reached out towards the end of the river of fate, five distinctly different broken weapons flew to their sides, humming in response.
Halberd, spear, staff, fan, whip.
In life, these weapons were their comrades who fought alongside them; in death, these weapons carried their flesh and souls, guarding the national fortune of the Great Xia as divine weapons of fate.
Amon frowned, “Collapse their realm, refine bones and blood into the weapon? Are the pinnacle humans of the Great Xia all this insane?”
“You are mistaken.” The woman in the Ming Dynasty court attire said calmly, “In addition to being the pinnacle of humanity, we also have another identity…”
On the edge of the six, the woman in the lamb fleece hoodie looked at Amon and said calmly:
“I am the fourth commander of the Night Watchmen of the Great Xia, the pinnacle of humanity, Wang Qing.”
Beside her, the handsome young man in the white shirt and heavy headphones, holding a broken Fang Tianhua halberd, slowly spoke:
“I am the third commander of the Night Watchmen of the Great Xia, the pinnacle of humanity, Tang Yusheng.”
Next, the trendy man in the floral shirt and bell-bottoms smiled lightly, “I am the second commander of the Night Watchmen of the Great Xia, the pinnacle of humanity, Li Kangqiang.”
“I am the first commander of the Night Watchmen of the Great Xia, also the predecessor of the Night Watchmen, and the leader of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the pinnacle of humanity, Nie Jingshan.” The middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit said in a deep voice.
The woman in the Ming Dynasty court attire spoke lightly: “The predecessor of the 139 Special Biological Response Team, the second chief of the Exorcism Division, the pinnacle of humanity, Gongyang Wan.”
In the center of the six, the young general holding the broken spear slowly said:
“I am the first chief of the Exorcism Division, the first pinnacle, a Han Dynasty general, Jing Huanhou… Huo Qubing.”
As their voices fell, an unprecedented aura erupted from them, and the surging river of national fortune suddenly roiled. Behind them, a golden dragon, formed from condensed fate, slowly rose from the river.
This dragon was formless and intangible, like ethereal mist, soaring between the mountains, its body stretching for thousands of miles, with no end in sight. Its scales constantly flowed with a faint golden aura of fate; even a mere wisp could suppress all evils in the world.
This heavy and magnificent national fortune, accumulated over thousands of years, finally emerged between heaven and earth, revealing a terrifying aspect.
Beneath it, behind the six broken divine weapons, stood six humans from different eras.
They were the guardians of the national fortune.
They were the first special team in history, the most ancient.
Their names were called [Heroic Spirits].
