Chapter 573
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Chapter 573: Doorstep Decapitation
“Even if you were formidable in life, now you are merely the lingering souls bound to your weapons. Even if the six of you join forces, you cannot be my match,” Amon shook his head.
“Relying solely on our own strength, perhaps we truly cannot achieve it.”
Huo Qubing held the broken spear in his hand and said calmly, “But… now behind us is the accumulated national fortune of the Great Xia over thousands of years!”
As his words fell, the golden dragon of fortune coiling in the air opened its mouth and roared silently.
The wind did not stir, the leaves did not move, and the sand and stones remained still.
Yet the hazy national fortune enveloping the sky surged like a boiling ocean, violently churning. The black curse that had already consumed several dragon veins was like embers clinging to the ground, directly swept up by this roar and scattered into the air.
With just a single roar, the national fortune curse that Amon had painstakingly prepared completely vanished without a trace.
The black figure of Amon, standing between the mountains, suddenly changed color!
He never expected that this vast torrent of fortune would possess its own consciousness, and that the power of fortune seemed boundless, stretching endlessly.
His divine power, compared to the national fortune of the Great Xia, was like a firefly to the bright moon, an ant to a great tree… humble and laughable.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure approaching him, the originally cold and massive black figure of Amon was instantly shaken, shrinking back to its original size, his expression darkening to the extreme.
Such a rich national fortune… was simply beyond his ability to contend with!
After hesitating for a moment, he raised the black staff in his hand, the remaining curse power flowing back into his body, transforming into a black glow that covered the top of the staff.
Then, he waved the staff, and a black portal of fortune appeared in the void before him.
He glanced at the golden dragon of fortune above him, a look of unwillingness flashing in his eyes, but still took a step forward, his illusory form transforming into a mass of black mist, completely surging into the portal of fortune.
Now, Amon had completely transformed himself into a national fortune curse, which was another form of fortune, allowing him to instantly leave the territory of the Great Xia through the connection between himself and the Egyptian national fortune.
Fortune itself transcends time and space.
Although he sacrificed Set, he still failed to seize Fengdu and could not successfully curse the national fortune of the Great Xia. However, given the current situation, staying here would only mean death; the national fortune of the Great Xia was not something he could shake, so his only choice… was to flee.
Having witnessed Amon’s departure, the six members of the [Heroic Spirits] team seemed to have no intention of stopping him.
“He really escaped back to Egypt,” said the third Night Watchman Commander, Tang Yusheng, gripping his halberd and squinting.
“Let him go,” said Nie Jingshan, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, his gaze fixed on the black portal of fortune still hovering in the air, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “If he doesn’t go back… how can anyone take us to Egypt?”
After Amon left, the black portal of fortune quickly shrank, about to vanish into the air.
At that moment, the court-dressed Gongyang Wan suddenly made a move, a crimson light surging from her palm, firmly holding the portal that was about to close, controlling it at a height suitable for one person.
Huo Qubing extended his palm and gently grasped at the golden dragon of fortune in the sky.
“By the mandate of heaven, we accept the fortune.”
Roar—!!
In the sky, the golden dragon of national fortune opened its mouth and roared silently. Although this sound was inaudible to all beings, the six of them, being embodiments of fortune themselves, could clearly hear this roar…
It was the roar of the national fortune of the Great Xia!
The golden dragon of fortune transformed into a dazzling beam of golden light, surging into the six broken divine weapons planted in the ground. The pale golden light flowed over the surface of the divine weapons, and the six figures standing behind them became increasingly solid.
Huo Qubing gripped the spear tightly, his armor radiating a bloody glow, his eyes narrowing as a surging killing intent soared to the heavens.
“Egyptian gods, if you offend the Great Xia, since they wish to use means to disrupt our national fortune…
Then we naturally cannot let this go.
Everyone,
Please follow me,
Let’s confront them and cut off their fortune!”
He took the lead, stepping forward, his form transforming into golden light, instantly crashing into the black portal of fortune, disappearing from sight.
“That one’s temperament is really impatient…” the fourth Night Watchman Commander, Wang Qing, smiled helplessly.
“He has always been like this,” replied the court lady Gongyang Wan.
“Let’s go.” Li Kengqiang, dressed in a floral shirt, shrugged. “Our big brother is going to Egypt to stir up trouble; we juniors should at least go support him, right?”
Nie Jingshan, in his Zhongshan suit, patted his clothes, adjusted his cuffs and collar, and expressionlessly walked toward the black portal with a long black staff in hand.
“Those who offend the Great Xia shall be punished, no matter how far!” His cold voice echoed.
The other members, each holding their divine weapons, also stepped forward, following closely into the black portal of fortune.
……
Egypt.
Sun City.
A black portal of fortune opened between the floating giant city of the sun, and a hazy black mist surged out, transforming into a human form.
The curse power surrounding him slowly receded, revealing his original form, his gaze fixed on the towering divine pillar at the center of Sun City, a look of helplessness appearing in his eyes.
He had directly moved back to Sun City through the portal of fortune, and should have been the first to return among everyone, yet their mission remained unaccomplished, and they had even lost the god of yellow sand, Set, which could be considered a complete failure…
He could only brace himself to endure the wrath of the sun god.
As Amon took a few steps out, he suddenly froze, turning back in confusion to look at the black portal of fortune, a look of bewilderment in his eyes…
Why hasn’t this door closed?
He saw the black portal of fortune quietly hovering in the center of the square outside the Nine Pillars Temple, with flickering light within, as if something was about to emerge from it.
Amon seemed to have thought of a certain possibility, his entire being stiffening in place.
Impossible…
They are just a few humans transformed into fortune…
How could they possibly,
How dare they?
Various thoughts raced through Amon’s mind, and just then, a young general clad in mottled armor, holding a broken spear, slowly walked out from the black portal.
Buzz—!!!
A thunderous explosion suddenly echoed in the air, shaking the entire Egyptian fortune!
It was as if a heavy granite stone weighing several tons had been dropped into a tranquil pond, sending rippling waves of fortune surging rapidly across the sky of Egypt. The gods residing in Sun City simultaneously raised their heads to look in this direction!
Clang—!
Huo Qubing thrust the broken spear into the ground, the surging golden fortune rolling around him, and faintly, it seemed as if a golden dragon was roaring at the sky!
“I am Huo Qubing, bearing the national fortune of the Great Xia, here to seek justice.”
