Black light emanated from the back of his hand, condensing in the air into a black shadow darker than the night sky, and crimson flames erupted from his body, like the fighting spirit inspired by a warrior. Darkness and fire forged machinery, and when the power of the two colors met and mixed, a layer of pitch-black steel armor spread along the surface of Silver Dust's body.

The silver-white gorgeous robe slowly became illusory under the night sky, and a layer of black steel heavy armor was completely covering his body, which seemed to be the magic dark battle armor, a trick he had used in the Red Blood Secret Realm.

However, everything is different than it was five years ago.

Silver Dust clenched his fists, but his silver-colored hands had long disappeared into the thick fists, and one of his arms was thicker than his thighs from the shoulder armor to the elbow joint, almost as thick as his thighs, and the part from the elbow joint to the fist had been replaced by a pair of huge black and red fist gloves, which had become thicker than his own waist.

Silver Dust's fist had turned into a red-black steel hammer half a meter in diameter, and the end of the steel hammer was accompanied by five golden round pipes like fists, and in the round pipes, there were fine rifling engravings, which were not fists used to pierce people, but the muzzles of oil-poor armor-piercing shells used to deal with the frontal armor of tanks at close range. The special design allows the moment a heavy punch hits the armor, and the armor-piercing projectile inside is fired to directly penetrate the armor without allowing the reaction force to damage the gloves and muzzle, which belongs to the dark technology of the era of complete transcendence. The huge gloves also extend nearly a meter behind the elbows, making the back of the hands and the back of the arms look like a medium-sized shield, and on top of the shield-like back, there is a rectangular hole to discard the eggshell of the armor-piercing bullet. Attached to the inside of the gloves were a wide chain of bullets, on which the tips of the thick shells were painted in different colors, and it was clear that they were terrible weapons that could use different types of shells, even nuclear ones.

Darkness and fire are still spreading, Silver Dust's body has been rented out at least two laps compared to usual, and his height has increased to more than two meters, although the heavy armor on his body is not as exaggerated as a pair of fist gloves, but it also pops out many hideous barbs, and it looks like the whole person has become a murderous weapon. The armor on his body was not chain mail or plate armor, but a real dressed power mech, a super-modern equipment that could adapt to everything from outer space to volcanic operations.

"Do you think that a thousand troops can make me submit? Maybe for the gods of this era, there is something to achieve, but for me, this trick is not very useful. When his anger completely turned into murderous intent, when he said this sentence in a tone that had calmed down, the last darkness engulfed his face, his face turned into a steel mask, and on the front was an expressionless human face, that face was none other than the ghost god who had once dominated the world, under the blood-red eyebrow arch, on both sides of the nose, a pair of eyes were directly the inverted triangle searchlight source, and the real camera lens was hidden in the center of the eyebrows. Behind the visor was a powerful helmet, a pitch-black helmet with two horns like antennas, but they were indistinguishable from the horns on Chiyou's head.

The Heavenly Tribulation Rune is integrated into the armor and becomes the core of the operating system, the chaotic Sky Golem is integrated into the armor and becomes the internal drive and balance unit, the Arcane Annihilation is mixed with the remnant soul sound, forming an iron wing-like high-power propulsion system on the back, the Heavenly Demon Flying Dance is integrated into the leg armor and becomes a dodge, and the fist part of the entire armor, the pair of fists that look extremely terrifying, is the body of the Demon Crying Slash Fist.

At this moment, Silver Dust had truly opened the full form of the Demon Crying Slash Fist, and for the first time, it had also opened the dark apotheosis that he had never dared to try lightly before. At this moment, he took over the priesthood of demons and gods, such as power, speed, plunder, attack, judgment, etc., and became a part of himself. At this moment, he is not a thunder god, but a reborn ghost god.

Above the night sky, black clouds surged, and blood-colored electric light exploded in the clouds, but there was not the slightest thunder.

On the top of the mountain, the ground paved with gorgeous jade had disappeared the moment the silver dust was ready, leaving only rolling dark red lava, like burning hell blood.

The wind silently gathered and blew all the light fabrics to shake wildly, and at the same time as the strength of the army of four hundred people burst into its strongest momentum, black rain fell on the pitch-black sky.

The heavy footsteps trampled on the top of the mountain, the entire mountain range, and even the entire underground space began to tremble, and an earth-shattering terrifying momentum that far exceeded the realm of the Yuanying Great Perfection emanated from the black figure, extinguishing the power of the general's power.

He Lao was originally crouching on the top of the majestic palace, posing as a falcon to eat, aiming at the proud figure in the middle of the army, ready to carry out the decapitation tactic that he had successfully succeeded countless times, but when Silver Dust took the first step, he actually slid directly off the roof and fell headlong in the middle of a group of dark guards.

"That kid, how could there be such a terrifying aura on his body?! Then, could it be the breath of the old enemy of the Thunder God's mentor?! No! No! The power he showed at this time did not come from the evil god who could defeat the mentor at all! It was two forces! One from the evil god, and ...... What the hell is the other one?!"

He Lao couldn't control his emotions at all, and he didn't care that he had completely exposed his position at this time, and he could no longer carry out a sneak attack and beheading, he could only babble nonsense at the moment to express his feelings of complete disbelief and disbelief.

He couldn't understand what kind of existence could exist in this universe that was older, more eternal, and greater than Thor. Silver Dust has the inheritance of both Thor and Thor's lifelong enemy, he knows, it's just surprise, Silver Dust has the inheritance of a magician, he knows, but he just knows, not even surprised, and at this time he didn't expect that Silver Dust can still have a heritage that he can't see at all.

It wasn't even a inheritance, but some kind of inherent world will, the more ancient, more eternal, deeper and more terrifying aura hidden behind the aura of ghosts and gods, which made him, the first person in the world, also feel a completely impossible to fight, desperate fear.

Even in the face of the breath of the thunder god and the breath of the ghosts, he was only amazed, not afraid, and in the face of that breath, he didn't even have the idea of resisting.

He really didn't know what those guys who stood there in a military position relied on to support themselves from escaping, he could only say that those guys were really ignorant and stupid to the point of greatness.

Demon Cry Slash Fist Final Style: Hades Emperor Shura Body.

The summit quickly fell silent. At this moment, all righteous people understood the fact that the silver dust was gone.

The wise and god-wise Lord Silver Dust, whom they had always relied on, was temporarily gone, and was replaced by the Black Zero Master who was extremely cruel and ferocious to the enemy by virtue of the stormy pavilion robbery incident, and wanted to rely on his own strength to resist everything. The last time he appeared, Black Zero was wearing a black robe and just wearing a pair of fist gloves, and this time, he wore a full suit of armor and returned from hell.

The poisonous dragon condensed by the gang wind disappeared, and the white light transmitted, the wind pressure and smoke that were stirred up when it landed, gradually dissipated, revealing four hundred Han Yong warriors wearing black robes who could not see their faces at all, each of their hands were hidden in the black wide sleeves, and their sleeves bulged into a thousand strange shapes, obviously hiding weapons inside. They were lined up in a phalanx, and each one looked indistinguishable from the person next to them, even tall, short, fat and thin. They all bowed their heads slightly, silent, and for the first second, almost like four hundred shadows had been erected.

Together they faced the arrogant black ironclad man, four hundred people against one person, and in this fateful and inconsequential second, they confronted each other in silence, and no one spoke first.

The ghost god Silver Dust was dressed in a power mecha, and a pair of small silver hands had already turned into a murderous punch. He was alone, facing an army of 400 men without the need for friendly troops and backups, like a willing person who fought against the state apparatus alone, and his whole body exuded a tragic aura like a meteor fleeting. He is a lonely brave man at this time, and in the eyes of anyone in this world, he is the last charge to die alone, but in his heart, the only thing that carries out is the monstrous bravery of reading as a mage and writing a reader.

When scholars put down their books and take up arms, what they have to defend is the last human race in this world.

"Ghost and god seniors, Master Chiyou, take a good look in the sky. The people of China have always been not afraid of **, helping the lonely brave who is weak, the way of heaven is firm, the world is right, at this moment, I am the inheritance of the peerless scholars, only as a charge, not for myself, not for relatives, only for the 10,000 living beings behind me. Yinchen prayed silently in his heart, he originally just wanted to strengthen his last faith, take a deep breath, and solve everything in front of him with a warrior-like charge that he had never tried, but he didn't expect that the Hades Emperor Shura Body on his body, which was a heavy fist of armor, actually gushed out a trace of warm heat, as if the response of the ghosts and gods and Chiyou in the underworld, let him ignite all the bravery in his bones and blood in an instant.

"Come out and duel me. As the mana and the mage's prowess burned, Silver Dust exhaled and uttered a bland declaration of war from behind his visor. There was no shouting, no invective, no ridicule, no slogans of justice or self-proclaimed justice, and no encouragement to himself and those behind him.

His voice spread far away, but it was not the voice of silver dust at all, but the voice of ghosts and gods.

At this moment, he is not the mage Silver Dust, but the successor of the ghost god after the dark apotheosis, the Hades Emperor Shura.

"Heh! The tone is not small!" However, the enemy he faced was still the traditional enemy in the traditional magic war and even the knightly war, the slogan of justice, the belittling and abuse of the enemy, and even the promise of war merit, etc., were all necessary steps, even if the opponent was only one, he had to be famous.

"Whole army, take off your cloak, let these little fools see clearly the supreme divine power of our Jianzhou Iron Army!" In the center of the phalanx, an old hoarse voice was full of the coercion of justice, solemn and solemn, like rolling thunder spreading, with his order, everyone in an instant, with the wind on their bodies to break through the black robe.

At this moment, the righteous people were taken aback.

At this moment, Yinchen knew that what he was facing was not the Poisonous Dragon Sect.

Du Wuxin, the chief disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect, stood at the front of the phalanx, leading the first 3 rows of black-clothed warriors in the 20 rows, they were all disciples of the Poison Dragon Sect, wearing dark green light chain mail, each of them had short sharp steel claws on their hands, and the scarlet and miserable green mist above the steel claws continued to rise, and the air was soon covered with a layer of wet musty smell, obviously, it was the Sanyuan poison that they were best at.

Behind them, starting from the fourth row, the soldiers of the Northern Kingdom wearing dark blue double-layer chain mail were armed with double short guns, and their expressions were solemn. Each of them had the head of a green dragon roaring with its mouth wide open on their chest armor.

Jianzhou Iron Army, Qinglong Decisive Battle Battalion.

It was an army that was even more terrifying than the Eight Banners of Jianzhou, it was the final combat force of the Northern Kingdom, which was composed of all the thirteen masters of the Transformation Qi, and its strength far surpassed that of the Black Feather Army. Their position in the northern kingdom is like the blazing white peony in the southern kingdom.

This is evident in their equipment.

In the military battle, the infantry is mainly equipped with giant shield spears, or small shields and giant swords, the former is the anti-cavalry infantry combat force, the latter is the anti-ordinary infantry and siege warfare military situation, the infantry military posture with a small shield and heavy axe, is specially used to fight against the armor-breaking army of the ironclad heavy cavalry, above the rivers and lakes, the long knife is equivalent to the heavy sword, the hammer head and the heavy axe are equivalent, and the short sword, fist gloves, long whips, etc. are not into the stream of personal custom weapons, one-handed long sword is the symbol of the officer.

When an army abandons its shield and replaces it with two swords or two spears, it is not some other force but a decisive battle force to be used as a death squad.

The people in the decisive battle of the army, there is no retreat, there is no choice of surrender, except for fighting, that is, - death!

That's a real deathmatch. In the northern country, under the command of the Eight Banners of Jianzhou, there is such a standing army that kills people like hemp and is not afraid of death.

They will win every battle and slaughter every city! There are no soft eggs among them who surrender, there are no weak soldiers who retreat, and there is not even a single person among them who can officially be included in the ranks who does not have the fierce reputation of "ten people beheaded."

They are the legend of the puppet sect in this world, and they are the last foundation of the eight banners of Jianzhou since the history of the written record before the pinch year, and they have always been called the last foundation of the world's first soldier nation.

They are the three hundred Spartan warriors of the Gangfeng Universe, they are the cannibal army that invaded from the other side of the Demon Gate, and under their dual-wielding weapons, there has never been a victor, never a survivor!