Chapter 132: Dark Sword Master? Recruit! Recruit everyone!
Chapter 132: Dark Sword Master? Recruit! Recruit everyone!
After a while of nonsense, Mo Fan finally understood that Luo Chen was not anyone's reincarnation.
The reason why he can do what he is doing is simply because he has the talent for it.
"You'd be more convincing if you said you were the reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang."
Mo Fan looked at the undead who kept kneeling down around him, shook his head and spoke.
I'm afraid even the victims of the Undead system can't achieve such an effect!
At the same time, the military mages behind Luo Chen and his Chinese National Government team looked at Luo Chen with some respect.
Although they didn't know why so many undead souls would submit to the young man in front of them, it was always right to show respect...
In this way, Luo Chen led a group of people and went directly to the high slope.
After reaching the high slope, the types of undead changed a lot.
The original poisonous gold mummy was transformed into a group of human-like undead covered in black paint.
This kind of undead is completely black, whether it is the skin or the outer layer of corpse armor, even the swords held in their hands are completely black.
Only the eyes emitted a captivating and strange red light, carrying a strong sense of ferocity!
The moment Luo Chen climbed to a high place, hundreds of the Evil Sword Deadpools all turned their eyes to his direction.
The invisible momentum instantly makes people breathless.
However, Luo Chen smiled faintly, and the imperial robe on his body was faintly revealed. His aura suddenly changed, and a trace of imperial aura was revealed!
At the same time, the soul-binding and general-sending operations were also launched!
In just an instant, all the Fiery Sword Deadpools who were originally hostile towards Luo Chen knelt down and surrendered!
Under the incomplete authority of Hades and the oppression of the Soul-Binding and Sent-Out Generals, hundreds of the Fiendish Sword Deadpools turned against him in an instant.
Luo Chen was not polite either. He used his authority and soul-binding power to bring the undead in front of him under his command.
The Han Dynasty has Xiongnu cavalry, so it would be no problem for me, the undead emperor, to form a foreign legion...
In just over ten minutes, hundreds of Evil Sword Deadpools walked obediently into Luo Chen's underworld.
Afterwards, the platform was cleared in an instant, and the Chinese National Government team followed Luo Chen's steps and walked up.
Looking at the empty platform in front of him, Zhao Manyan couldn't help but feel helpless.
"Is our mission...completed?"
"Seems to be!"
Jiang Yu nodded and spoke.
The mission was so easy that Jiang Yu, who had just returned from the hell on the brink of death in the Sahara Desert, felt quite uncomfortable.
He originally thought that such a mission should be a bloody battle...
The result... emmm.
Anyway, the mission was accomplished. Their last mission before heading to Venice was finally over!
Thinking of this, everyone on the Huaxia National Government team couldn't help but feel relieved.
However, before everyone could relax, they heard screams in the distance.
Turning their gazes, everyone was suddenly stunned.
About five hundred meters away on the sand, there was a large group of undead like the dark swordsman just now, forming an undead sword formation.
And among that group of vicious swordsmen, there was a shadowy figure riding a black ghost horse.
The guy was shrouded in a thick dark aura, as if he was wearing a hazy black combat robe.
It sat on the back of a black ghost horse like a knight, with the long black sword in its hand raised high towards the dark red sky.
As if summoning the power of the God of Night with a sword, I saw the black aura under the clouds stirring more and more violently!
“Monarch…Monarch level…?!!”
"It turned out to be the Dark Sword Master. We are finished. We are all dead."
A military wizard lost confidence when he saw the Dark Sword Master on the battlefield.
"Not necessarily. Have you forgotten that one?"
Another military mage spoke seriously, then looked in the direction of Luo Chen.
The other military mages also felt a little more hope in their hearts, and they all looked at Luo Chen at the same time.
"Lao Luo, they think you are their savior! Are you sure you can handle this thing? If not, let's retreat..."
Mo Fan looked at the Dark Sword Master who was emitting a terrifying aura in the distance, shook his head, and said, "A monarch-level demon is not something that the Huaxia National Government team can deal with at this stage."
In other words, monarch-level demons are not included in the training content of the National Team at all.
They have already completed the tasks they were supposed to complete, and there is no need to put themselves in danger unless it is necessary.
After all, after this trip, we will arrive at the final competition venue - Venice.
"Yes, Captain, why don't we withdraw early?"
Others also spoke up to dissuade him.
The gap between the monarch level and the commander level can almost be said to be an inconceivable gap, which is simply not something they can deal with at this stage.
Looking at the worried expressions of the team members, Luo Chen just smiled.
"Don't worry, it won't have any effect on me!"
Luo Chen spoke lightly.
Then he shifted his gaze and looked at the Dark Sword Master in the distance.
He stretched out his hand, and the death energy of countless spirits gathered in Luo Chen's palm like threads of fate!
Luo Chen closed his eyes, feeling the countless "spirits" in his "vision", and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth...
That's the feeling! It's the same as being on the battlefield of the ancient city of the dead!
Luo Chen stretched out his hand, and the death energy of countless spirits gathered in his palm like threads of fate!
Immediately afterwards, Luo Chen held the ball of woven silk threads in his hand and opened his eyes!
Arrest the spirits and dispatch the generals! Start!
In an instant, all the undead on the battlefield stopped moving, including the monarch-level undead.
"Imperial Order: Retreat!"
Luo Chen's aura at this moment was filled with imperial majesty, and he spoke in a commanding tone.
Although the words were light, in the eyes of the undead they were like a huge hammer weighing thousands of pounds, directly hitting their hearts!
The Dark Sword Master took the lead and knelt down first!
"Obey my Lord's will!"
And behind it, tens of thousands of undead also knelt down.
"Obey the will of my Lord!!!"
They expressed their submission in unison in ancient Egyptian to the foreign undead monarch before them.
Then, like a tide, all the undead retreated...
Of course, Luo Chen did not forget to receive a group of powerful foreign undead as the basis for establishing a foreign legion.
Anyway, sooner or later, we will be a family. Luo Chen will not feel bad no matter how many foreign legions are lost. After all, they are not his own undead...
On the battlefield after the war, the Egyptian military wizard was stunned when he saw the large number of undead leaving.
After a long time, others began to cheer and celebrate.
They seemed to have won the battle against the Undead, although the main reason for this victory was not their presence.
But at least they survived, which is the greatest luck...
Wankos stood there for a long time, his mouth twitched, and he looked at Finner beside him. He spoke after a long pause:
“Is he really a foreigner, and not the reincarnation of the Pharaoh?”
Luo Chen's ability to control the undead is hard to explain without saying he is the reincarnation of a pharaoh...
Finner shook his head in certainty.
"of course not"
Finner shook his head.
“He is not only a Chinese, but also the captain of the Huaxia National Team.
The reason why he can do this is probably because China is also the origin of the Undead system..."
"He is truly a genius of the demonic level. The Chinese team will surely win this World University Competition..."
Wankos sighed and lamented, and Finner nodded in agreement.
(End of this chapter)