422: Chapter 130: Disaster of The Blood Light – Blood Color Guard (Part 2)_1 422: Chapter 130: Disaster of The Blood Light – Blood Color Guard (Part 2)_1 Forty-three Grand Archmages!
Forty-three resolute souls bursting into flame all at once — such a mighty conflagration.
The enveloping emerald blaze resembled the Thor Hammer Fort defiantly standing at the border of the Northernmost Wilderness, effectively blocking the Blood Color Guard’s path.
To the warriors of the Reaper 500, it was a wrathful fire of Death, akin to Heaven’s Fire.
However, for Flore’s Blood Color Guard, it was indeed a fire of destruction—the fire of devouring.
In an instant, hundreds of elite heavy-armored infantrymen of the Blood Color Guard had been devoured by the spectacular emerald flames.
In an instance, the souls of the thirty Blood Mages crumbled into ashes.
A raging wildfire spread—a true wildfire; but this wildfire indeed signified Death’s Fire—reality’s Death’s Fire.
Forty-three Mages, forty-three true warriors, sacrificed their lives to leave behind the most beautiful yet final dazzling color for this moment.
They had given the other Death Soldiers a chance to live through their selfless deed.
Such powerful magic, parable, or even superior to Forbidden Curses, dissolved the Blood Color Guard in an instant.
Among the devouring emerald blaze, less than a hundred members of the Blood Color Guard survived.
The emerald flames were about to extinguish, and the torrential rain began to invade the space that had been enshrouded by them.
Forty-three figures, along with everything they had, were about to vanish with the last end of the tail flame.
Just then, a resounding zither note echoed, filled with lament, resentment, and deep regret.
A circle of dazzling purple aura descended from the sky, enveloping the final emerald haze within.
The wind and rain could no longer assault it, and that bit of emerald, like a soaring spirit, flew towards the fast-approaching Zither Emperor under the protection of the purple aura.
Ye Yinzhu switched to another ancient zither in his arms, no longer the Nineth Heaven Ring Pei from just now.
This zither’s face was thick and slightly oval, with rounded ridges at the sides.
Its entire body was black, with fine vertical lines like serpentine bellies and cow hair present.
There were tin signs present.
At the bottom of the zither, fine curvilinear patterns could be seen.
A round dragon pond, the face of the zither was hewn from paulownia wood, its color yellowish, its texture light, the grain straight and dense, with signs of joint work evident on the outer side of the small strings from Yueshan to the tin.
The purple sandalwood tail, well-crafted and exquisite.
Beneath the forehead and towards the outside from Chenchi, there lies a slight slope, the original Chenchi protection system, and both the tail and the summit bear traces of later alterations.
It was fitted with emerald jade footings, the pattern carved into the jade resembles sunflower petals, the Chen is hexagonal pointed-bottomed, and indeed was the Great Sage’s Legacy Zither, one of the five famous zithers of the Zither Sect.
Ye Yinzhu screamed towards the sky, “Giant gorge weling autumn, the moon reflected in the cold river.
Ten thousand tones are lingering, the solitary Paulownia is rustling.”
In an instant, the Divine Music Halo’s sound and tone increase dramatically; the emerald flame enveloped within the purple light, as if carried by a giant hand, floated gently down, acpanied by a faint halo of light shimmering.
It directly entered into the Great Sage’s Legacy Zither.
Ye Yinzhu’s gaze grew somewhat dazed, “Mount Yi’s Paulownia, empty mulberry material, the phoenix sings to the autumn moon, the crane dances on the Jade Terrace.
Among ancient zithers, only the Great Sage’s Legacy, which embodies Nine Virtues, is worthy of being stamped with the souls’ final imprint of warriors.”
In order to gain the final victory, to win a chance for their fellow soldiers, these brave forty-three Mages had burnt their spirits and bodies out pletely.
If Ye Yinzhu hadn’t protected their remaining soul imprints at the very last moment, they might have disappeared from this world for good, without even a chance for reincarnation.
However, now, at least their soul’s imprints are still here.
Protected within the Great Sage’s Legacy Zither, Ye Yinzhu believed that one day, he would heal their spirits to fullness and return them to the cycle of reincarnation.
Adding another layer of green luster to the Great Sage’s Legacy Zither, the aura of the ancient zither seemed to undergo a drastic change.
The initially peaceful zither bore several more characteristics – tragic and persistent.
The sudden appearance of the emerald blaze shocked the remaining Blood Color Guard members.
Even the two Wind Dragons in the Sky and two Metal Dragons climbing out of the giant pit were somewhat flabbergasted.
They had not expected the Reaper 500 warriors of the Milan Empire to hold such a tenacious battle spirit.
Their level of madness was even above the Palermo Suicide Squad.
The only ones unaffected were the Pompeii Giants.
Amidst their berserk state, all they had in their eyes was just slaughter.
The Death Mages had died, but the Death Team burst into an astonishing transformation in an instant.
It was at this moment that the Reaper 500’s battle prowess was fully expressed.
Each soldier of the Death Team held the relieved smiles of the dying Death Mages within their hearts.
They chose to sacrifice themselves to give their rades a chance for survival!
As emotions verge on insanity, all tactics no longer matter.
Oliveira and Ye Hongyan roared up at the sky almost simultaneously, “Grim Reaper, strike.” They did not hold back any of their Douqi, with the crazed intent to fight permeating every Death God Soldier.
The green Douqi that originally enveloped them was now tinged with streaks of black at this moment, bringing with it the breath of death, the real breath of death.
The immense power of their souls and their Douqi pletely converged at this moment.
Whether a Heavy Sword Warrior or a Lance Warrior, they all raised their weapons at the first chance.
The heavy hammer of the Pompeii Giant landed heavily on a few Death God Soldiers, but at this moment, the green Douqi in the air had converged into a wide river, a river that shimmered with a dark purple glow.
At this moment, the remaining three hundred and more Death God Soldiers seemed to have turned into one, no longer distinguishing between each other.
All their power was converged at this moment, a drop of blood tears fell from the corners of their eyes, the dark purple torrent transformed into an unbeatable fighting intent, erupting towards the enemy with great force.
Even if the armor of the Pompeii Giant was twice as heavy at this time, it could not pare to these weapons imbued with a purple-black glow.
The Reaper 500, truly transformed into the Grim Reaper’s scythe, sweeping and killing.
One soul after another was ceaselessly wiped from this world by them.
“Die.” A crazed roar came from the front line of the battlefield, fully blood-drenched Ah-Da, a moment before collapsing, a giant ice cone over five meters long soared into the sky, turning into a phantom in mid-air.
Before the roar of the Polar Ice Demon Ape could end, the scream in the sky had sounded.
The body of a Giant Wind Attribute Dragon had been violently pierced through by that ice cone.
Large quantities of fresh blood were scattered down with the torrential rain, and the dragon’s body immediately fell freefall to the ground.
The Wind Dragon did not possess the robust physical defense ability of the Metal Dragon and coupled with the heavy blow from that giant ice cone.
Acpanied by a loud rumble on the prairie, everyone knew that the life of this Wind Dragon had reached its end.
The Blood Color Guard had already awoken from their shock, but, not one dared to charge forward and launched an attack on the remaining soldiers of the Reaper 500.
What a kind of spirit it was!
Watching as the Pompeii Giant was being engulfed one by one in the purple torrent.
The traitors from Flore were terrified, some of them were already slowly retreating.
Even the remaining Wind Dragon in the air released a horrified glow in its eyes.
Ye Yinzhu’s gaze suddenly became calm, however, if observed closely, the whites of his eyes had pletely turned blood red.
Bowing his head to look at The Great Sage’s Legacy Zither in his hands, “Warriors, your lives will not have been laid down in vain.
I will not allow the enemies who have hurt you to live.
Not they or their kingdom, everyone will pay for what they’ve done today.”
As he spoke, Ye Yinzhu carefully placed The Great Sage’s Legacy Zither into his Sumeru Divine Ring, then he just sat down on the spot, sat down in the mud formed by the torrential rain.
No longer having the power to block the rain from the sky, his body was drenched by the rain in an instant, he slowly lifted his head and the direction he was facing was right at the Blood Color Guard and the remaining Wind Dragon.
pared to the Bo Pang Kingdom, these traitors are even more hateful.
If it weren’t for them, they wouldn’t have lost so many rades so suddenly.
Their mages wouldn’t have died either.
At this moment, the two Metal Dragons had already flown back up into the air, but they had not bothered with the Pompeii Team who was on the verge of collapse.
They were also somewhat fearful of the dark purple torrent.
But everyone on the scene knew that Ye Yinzhu was the leader of the entire Milan Team, the real soul.
Hence, the moment when these two Metal Dragons took to the sky, they chose him as their target.
In the air, the Wind Dragon saw those blood-red eyes, the turmoil of the soul’s aura, made this Wind Dragon’s body start to tremble.
Its wings flapped, and at this time, it no longer had any fighting intent remaining, all it was thinking of was to flee the battlefield as soon as possible and leave this place forever, leaving those devils with blood-red eyes.
“Whoever wants to leave can’t, don’t even think of leaving.
You all have to die, all have to pay for what you’ve done today.” As he spoke, Ye Yinzhu who was seated cross-legged on the ground simultaneously raised both arms, pointing directly up at the sky like he was supporting it.
Gold and silver, two different colored patterns lit up on his arms simultaneously and the rain ceased, in the sky where his hands were pointed at, even the dark clouds were dispersed revealing two beams of sunlight shining down on him.
Light spheres shimmering with gold and silver appeared above his hands and with the Metal Dragons almost upon him from behind, those two spheres, although not large but defying the Rainbow-grade rule, floated up, without any magical aura, went straight toward the two Metal Dragons like they had eyes.
Booming, the intense booming sounded almost instantly, just as the Wind Dragon in the air opened its wings, wanting to escape in the torrential rain, it witnessed those two gigantic Metal Dragons turning into two small black dots, ejected into the sky like two cannonballs.
Large amounts of fresh blood burst out from their dragon mouths, drawing two blood-red arcs in the sky.
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