Chapter 1765 Fulfilling a Vow: Armored and Sword-wielding
Zhao Yin inquired about the Yinling clan's plans.
"I have gained Ale's trust and acquired the territories of the Minotaur, the Dog-Headed Clan, and the Grey Clan!" Mo Yinling declared.
From then on, the Yinling race became the unyielding wall of the human race within the ninth domain.
The entire human race is surrounded by the Yin Spirit race.
Even if they can't hide the relationship between the spirit race and the human race forever, they can at least buy some time...
Zhao Yin nodded, but he couldn't feel happy at all.
Su Xuan's pursuit of Ma Long was only due to the power of the Human Emperor Sword; its inexhaustible life force could not sustain Ma Long's combat strength indefinitely.
He couldn't help but worry about Su Xuan. Now that Ma Long had returned to the First Domain, he wondered what methods he could use...
"He is the Human Emperor. Even if he cannot kill Ma Long, he should have the ability to protect himself!"
Zhao Yin could only think of it that way.
“Zhao Yin, if the Yin Spirit Clan and the Human Clan coexist peacefully for a long time, it will surely arouse the suspicion of the Angel Clan,” Mo Yinling suddenly brought up.
In the old man's eyes, the fate of the entire human race was always the most important thing.
Besides, who would be abandoned, who would sacrifice... he seemed to have long since lost the capacity for sorrow, appearing cold-blooded.
Zhao Yin instantly understood what Mo Yinling meant.
In fact, his ability to gain Mo Yinling's approval back then was, in a sense, due to...
Zhao Yin and the former first king of all time were essentially the same kind of people.
"Does Senior mean to start a war with the human race?" Zhao Yin asked.
Mo Yinling nodded without saying a word.
"I'll take care of this."
"it is good!"
As for how to minimize the losses for the human race, neither of them said much, but they understood each other implicitly.
“Senior, please come with me to Blue Armor Fortress!” Zhao Yin suggested.
“Okay!” Mo Yinling nodded again.
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, transformed into a wisp of white mist, and disappeared into the enchanted armor on Zhao Yin's body.
The next moment, the life force emanating from Zhao Yin instantly began to surge, reaching the level of a fifth-level god...
The power of space surged, stirring up the sugar candy, and as Zhao Yin stepped forward, it directly tore open the world barrier of the Ninth Battlefield.
Soon after, Zhao Yin arrived above a blue-armored fortress.
As Zhao Yin strode forward, all the blue-armored fortresses he encountered along the way turned into a deathly silence.
Finally, Zhao Yin arrived above the Blue Armor First Fortress.
Everything here has been destroyed.
Zhao Yin couldn't help but recall the scene when his second clone first arrived at the Ninth Battlefield and was extorted for money by the blue-armored warriors...
I remembered the blue-armored supreme warrior that Cangyun summoned to Earth...
I also thought of Liu Yu, the former merchant from the wilderness... I wonder if he's still around...
Now, all the blue armor has vanished into the void of the myriad realms, never to return to this place again.
They will never see again the figures of those who, though ruthless, were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect humanity, fighting valiantly to safeguard humankind...
Those countless heroic souls can never return to their beloved ancestral homeland...
Everything is fleeting.
There's no need to dwell on past grievances and grudges anymore.
All the obsessions and resentments of the past have vanished...
Are those who once loved and were loved still grieving now?
The king of the Blue Armor Faith has departed for the void... The city of the Blue Armor Faith is now only a scene of devastation, covered in snow.
As the wind and snow fell, Zhao Yin slowly lowered his eyes.
A sudden sadness welled up inside me.
Mo Yinling's gaze suddenly turned to the north, the direction where the Grey Clan was located.
With the disappearance of the Blue Armor First Fortress, the southern winds swept across the land, no longer providing any resistance.
It formed tornadoes that howled between the yellow sand and snow.
One of them was black... howling and wailing.
The old man seemed to hear the voices of countless human warriors, all coming together—shouting battle cries, roars of anger, and cries of resentment.
The old man, enveloped in white mist, headed north. His weathered eyes reflected the snow and a hint of melancholy...
Zhao Yin watched the old man's retreating figure and smiled, knowing that the old man wouldn't be returning anytime soon.
This is not nothingness; though the body dies and the soul dissipates, the will is hard to extinguish...
"Blue-armored warriors, now that you are dead and your souls scattered, do you regret stepping into the Blue-armored Army?"
The old man's voice echoed in the wind and snow, asking the winter tornado.
"We, the sons and daughters of humanity, are we willing to perish in this world before humanity has risen and before our obsession has ended!"
Woo woo woo…!
The black tornado suddenly swept wildly, howling and wailing, directly reversing the winds and tearing through the surrounding vortexes, blowing towards the old man.
A profound sadness spread throughout the world.
"If you are not satisfied, return, soul, and don armor with me, and fight for our ancestors once more!"
Woohoo——!
Between heaven and earth, a howling sound arose, and the mournful cry turned into exhilaration... The old man slowly stretched out his translucent palm, and in his palm, black and white colors condensed and transformed into a bright pearl.
"My fellow human warriors, will you fulfill your vow and follow me, donning armor and wielding swords?"
"We are the heroic spirits of humanity. We have no blood left to shed, but our will is undying. Do you still wish to fight again?"
"If you fulfill your vows... you will have no regrets, and your souls will return!"
At that moment, the old man's voice, carrying mysterious syllables, spread through the wind and snow.
The enormous black tornado blotted out the sky, and within it emerged human faces... men and women, old people and young people...
They were all powerful human beings from a certain world who had given up their power, close friends, and family in their ancestral world...
Now it has perished along with the Blue Armor Fortress.
At this moment, with the old man's voice, the will that had been scattered between heaven and earth rapidly coalesced.
This caused the black tornado to grow larger and spin faster.
It was deafening...
"Human lads, enter my Netherworld, and you will be reborn! From this day forward...!"
"Follow me, Mo Yinling, and continue the war, using the body of a Yinling to perform the duties of the human race...!"
The Yin Spirit Pearl slowly rose, its endless black and white rules spreading towards the black wind, gradually covering it...
Transparent figures emerged from the black wind, transforming into white mist and disappearing into the Yin Spirit Pearl...
At the same time, the life force emanating from Mo Yinling suddenly began to rise.
The cracks on the Yin Spirit Pearl were also disappearing rapidly.
……
The Yin spirit clone transformed into a wisp of white mist and disappeared into the enchanted battle armor on Zhao Yin's body.
After Mo Yinling left, Zhao Yin's life force surged again into nothingness.
He also left the Blue Armor First Fortress.
He activated his spatial abilities and headed towards the location of the human race's black-armored army.
Along the way, every Blue Armor Fortress they encountered was utterly desolate...
In a few instantaneous teleportations, Zhao Yin returned to the Black Armor Ninety-Ninth Fortress.
At this moment, the city wall was filled with black-armored warriors, densely packed together, and each of them had a white ribbon tied to their helmet.
At this moment, dozens of the strongest human generals were scattered around the city walls, their expressions tense.
At this moment, the entire fortress camp seemed to be shrouded in gloom.
