National Samsara: Start with an Infinity Glove

"Yes, it worked."

Looking at the No. 13 Machine God in front of him, Chopin's eyes flashed with sadness.

Others didn't know it, but as the boss of the federal military, he understood very well.

What is the meaning of abandoning the body and integrating into the ancient machine?

It is a sacrifice..Although

Claude possesses world-destroying mental power, compared with the ancient machine god, his mental power is not enough to fully control this machine.

If he wants to make this machine move and fight, he is the one who needs to burn. This kind of burning is very intense.

It can be said that every minute and every second, Claude has to spend ten times or even a hundred times his soul time to consume.

But in order to contend with the indescribable terror, he can only do this.

"Chopin, my old friend, the American-Asian Federation will be left to you from now on."

Slightly lowering his head, Claude looked at his old friend below through Satan's eyes.

In his vision at this time, the old friend in front of him had no secrets.

Energy level.

Physical strength.

Mental depth.

Lifespan..

But none of this means anything to Claude.

What he cares about is only one thing.

Whether he can fight against that indescribable terror now?

…………

Longqi Empire.

Zulong Emperor Palace.

In the nine-story hall.

Yingtian, who had put on a gorgeous dragon robe, was kneeling before a thick long sword with a solemn expression.

"The unworthy descendants Yingtian asked the ancestral dragon divine weapon to be born to cut off the evil obstacles of all generations and restore the purity of the world."

As he spoke, Yingtian lit three thick incense sticks and inserted them into the altar in front of the long sword.

Hiss!

It seemed like he felt something.

The three incense sticks with dragon patterns burned out instantly.

They were inserted into the square boulder at the same time. The long sword made a melodious sound.

Suddenly the boulder popped out and flew into the air.

Buzz!

The long sword in mid-air thrust straight down.

Facing the straight thrust of the long sword,

Ying Tian's expression did not waver at all.

Keep holding. Following the initial movement, he remained motionless.

Whoa!

The long sword suddenly stopped when it was still an inch away from Yingtian's eyebrows.

Then an old voice sounded from the long sword.

"You're not bad."

An eye with a vertical pupil opened in the middle of the long sword's guard, staring at Yingtian whose expression remained unchanged.

"Thank you Lord Longbing for your compliment."

Win the sky without being arrogant or impetuous, and deal with it calmly

"So, tell me the reason why I woke up."

The ancestral dragon divine weapon named Dragon Soldier turned the tip of his sword, stared at Yingtian with his golden single eye, and asked

"The indescribable fourth generation has appeared, and it’s time for the ancestors to take action"

"The fourth generation...is it finally here?"

After hearing Yingtian's words, Long Bing's one eye narrowed slightly, and then suddenly widened.

"I understand. I have just sensed your power and can use it to my fullest. Then, I will give everything to you. I hope you can continue the glory of the Zulong clan and eliminate the unspeakable horror. Kill him out of this world."

As the words fell, Long Bing's one eye suddenly flashed and turned into a golden gem.

"He will definitely not disappoint Lord Long Bing’s expectations."

Raising his hand and holding the hilt of Long Bing's sword, Yingtian's expression was full of solemnity.

As the contemporary patriarch of the Zulong clan, he certainly knows what the long sword in his hand represents.

It is the inheritance of the ancestors of the clan.

Every generation When the Zulong clan is about to die, they will inject their remaining strength and soul into this long sword to warm and nurture this sword.

Generation after generation, generation after generation.

In order to be able to cultivate a sword that can kill without mercy. The terrifying divine weapon

"Then, next is the final battle."

His fingers traced the long sword, and black flames ignited on Yingtian's body. Under the burning flames, the emperor's robe on his body turned into dragon scale black armor.

Wearing the armor, he stepped out in one step, Suddenly disappeared in place.

Fias United Nations

"damn it!"

Blasting an iceberg into two pieces with one punch, Chekov spit out a stream of thick white mist.

At this time, his upper body was bare, revealing muscles as strong as bricks.

A series of complex tattoos penetrated him His body exudes a faint light.

Ancestor tattoo.

This is Chekhov's most powerful secret.

It is also the power inherited by the United Nations for a long time.

Through this tattoo, he can borrow extremely powerful power from the ancient spirits..

But I don’t know why this time.

Chekov failed when he summoned the power of the strongest ancestor Frost Roar.

"Why is this happening?"

Sitting cross-legged on the cross-section of the iceberg, Chekov frowned heavily.

If he could not borrow the power of the frost roar, he would basically lose the qualification to participate in the crusade against the unspeakable terror.

In this case, when the crusade against the unspeakable terror is successful, At that time, they, the Fias United Nations, are afraid that they will become a country of deserters who are despised.

By then, the five major countries will no longer have a foothold for them.

This kind of thing.

Chekov will never accept it.

Thinking of this,

Chekov bites He gritted his teeth, made a cut on his palm, and drew an evil totem on himself with the blood of the cut.

He wanted to use a forbidden method to summon a terrifying existence that could not be summoned.

Although doing so would make His life was in danger.

But if he didn't do this, he felt that he would be worse off than alive.