Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 180: Qin Jun, wake up!
"Om…………Om……………Om………………"
In the karst cave, at first, it was only a small and inaudible sound of friction, but slowly began to change;
This kind of voice began to grow stronger and stronger, and gradually formed a kind of resonance, reverberating in the depths of the mountain, as if the long silent curtain was slowly being pulled up, condensing the breath of the ages The dust is slowly receding, and the rust on the sword is slowly falling off, waiting for his master to return again!
The cave is almost sealed, and it is impossible for wind to enter a few gaps, but at this time, in the depths of this mountain, gusts of overcast wind began to blow. The wind was invisible, forming a whirl. The underground water flow in the cave began to freeze, and the surrounding rock walls were covered with layers of frost.
This mountain is called "Kaluer" by the aboriginals nearby. "Kaluer" means "coffin" in this aboriginal language, and it is the kind used by nobles during their burial The coffin.
The shape of this mountain is actually not similar to a coffin. There are different opinions on why this name is passed down.
In the old days, this mountain belonged to a country with very strong national power. The monarch of this country called himself the "descendant of the immortal clan", and the members of the royal family called themselves the people of the immortal election, which actually did not have much to do with "the emperor" The difference is nothing more than putting a sacred coat on oneself to strengthen the theoretical foundation of oneself as the ruling class.
According to the internal records of the royal family of this country, thousands of years ago, a fairy came here with five hundred selected virgin boys and virgins, and the royal family is the offspring of these virgin boys and virgins, so they Claims to be descended from the fairy race.
But nowadays, the exact details are no longer available for examination, and it is impossible to proofread whether it is true. Of course, no one really goes into this. The ruling class of most countries in the world will preach that they are the sons of heaven or the descendants of certain gods.
For the aborigines of the middle and lower classes, this originally powerful country seems to have changed overnight and fell apart. The nearby tribes that originally surrendered to this country all started independence and counterattacks, and this is said to be The royal clan guarded by immortals did not have flying immortals to protect them like they did in the previous crisis. Even the capital of the country was attacked by foreigners a few years ago.
And things like this are actually happening constantly among the various systems of great powers and civilizations in this world. For this world, the experience that productivity determines social systems and forms cannot be applied because it is a high In the world of Wu, a truly powerful country is actually equivalent to a powerful sect, which has its own peak power.
The invasion of the audience caused the peak power of these big countries to be destroyed, and the consequences of the collapse of the superstructure directly led to the collapse of the entire national system.
The chaos in this world has intensified, and miracles have appeared frequently. There are rumors everywhere that seeing immortals slaying monsters or seeing immortal gods fighting, just like the reappearance of the "Feng Shen Bang" plot. In fact, for that world, "Feng Shen Yanyi" was compiled by Xu Zhonglin, a Ming dynasty artist, based on folklore stories. Hell is nothing more than a legend left by the ancient battlefields of the Qin Dynasty. Then "Feng Shen Yanyi" is actually more like After the fall of the Qin dynasty, the legendary story of the miracles formed by the broadcasters’ catching and killing the fish that slipped through the net finally evolved.
Actually, the audience’s invasion of this world has lasted for nearly two hundred years. Since the beginning of the industrial revolution in another world, it has marked the end of broadcasting’s transformation of that world. Brother-level listeners were created to go to this battlefield.
The group of big bosses in the early stage are the most pitiful. When they are sent here, they will face several times their opponents. Therefore, in fact, in the first 100 years Here, although the broadcast-train-the-train continues to pull people here, it does not have much obvious influence on the world.
Just as in the past, when Su Bai absorbed the memory in the blood of the ancient blood, he could still see Alexander and his army defeating the demon **** who descended in the darkness in Egypt.
But as the world’s peak combat power continues to wear away, the balance will eventually be broken one day, and since then, the collapse of the original order of the entire world has been opened in the last few decades. The prologue.
Broadcasting doesn’t mind completely muddling this river. It needs to eliminate fish and shrimps it doesn’t need, and then it will naturally take time to re-cultivate the fry.
Now, the sound of the deep mountain seems to have reached a peak, and even the mountain has begun to tremble slightly.
"Bang.................."
A crisp sound came from the cave. At this time, a mouthful of the jade stone coffin cracked, and then a stream of white air flowed out, and then the coffin completely shattered.
An old man with all white beard and hair lying there like a corpse. At first, he was motionless, but slowly, he began to have a heartbeat. The heartbeat was originally inaudible, but after a while Afterwards it became vigorous and powerful, and the rhythmic beating sound echoed in the cave.
The old man's shriveled body also began to slowly fill up at this time, gradually becoming fuller, and even slowly transformed from the original corpse appearance to the temperament of the bones of the fairy wind.
He is sacred, he is solemn, it seems that the hair and skin on his body contain the principles of heaven and earth.
A whisk wafted out and landed on the old man's chest, releasing a faint purple brilliance. The old magical artifacts sensed the master's awakening and took the initiative to wait.
The old man's eyes slowly opened at this time, as if a dazzling brilliance appeared in the cave, and it looked like something was broken at this time.
"Heh........................"
A long sound came from the old man’s throat, and the turbidity of more than two thousand years ago when he was lying down at this time, he stood up slowly, and his body kept making bursts of fragility during the action. Sound, this is not decay, but a symbol of new life.
The bones and muscles stiffened because of the silence for too long, but the brilliance in the old man's eyes began to become clearer and clearer.
He lifted his left hand, pinched his finger to calculate, and the conclusion he reached made a sorrowful look on his face, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of tenacity.
He raised his whisk and waved it gently towards the surroundings,
Husky but with a sonorous tone, he shouted in a low voice:
"Old Qin!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The nearly five hundred coffins surrounding the old man trembled violently at this time. The seal on the lid of the coffin was completely disintegrated at this time, and ice-cold corpses floated out, each with a sticker on the forehead. He was holding a piece of rune paper, but these rune papers quickly began to burn, and finally turned into ashes and dissipated.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of terrible breaths burst out. At this moment, the wild beasts in a radius of a hundred miles were all crawling on the ground subconsciously, and some of them were scared to death.
A huge group of dark clouds condensed from the top of the mountain, covering the sky and the sun, bringing terrible and majestic coercion.
Next moment,
Five hundred soldiers wearing Qin Army armor opened their eyes at the same time, and their eyes still have the bright red stained by the blood of the robe for killing. They also carry corpses in a sea of blood. The evil spirit that came out.
They are sealed, they have been sleeping all the time, they only need to wait for the call of the old man, so for them, the feeling of lying for two thousand years is similar to the feeling of ordinary people sleeping.
They didn't realize how long the two thousand years were. They felt as if they were still on the battlefield fighting the darkness yesterday, and their robe was integrated into their body as a sacrifice as if it had just happened.
They are ready to go, their fighting spirit remains;
"Go to the national disaster together!"
Five hundred evil stars rise to the sky and roar together,
For a while, this mountain began to collapse, amidst roars,
Step out an army with death and iron will,
They wore armor that surprised the aboriginals of this world,
They maintain the most rigorous military formation in Daqin,
A Qin Feng slowly rippling out silently, as if the huge dynasty of the past reappeared at this time,
Darkness,
Come on,
This war,
My Daqin,
Not yet lost!
"Look at the old Qin, go to the national disaster together,
Lord Qin, restore my rivers and mountains.
The blood will not drain, and the death will not cease!
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Qin has Ruishi, who will fight for the front! "
The drum of war is beaten again,
Sing the war hymn again,
Behind this army, Xu Fu with white beard and hair has tears in his eyes. He has already calculated many things.
The ancestral dragon has fallen, and the great son has also fallen,
The old Yangyang Daqin, now, only himself and the people around him are left,
But the country’s enmity,
When there is blood to report!
Xu Fu closed his eyes and kept pinching his fingers. Then, light spots appeared in his mind. These were the specific locations of those dark subordinates.
Immediately afterwards, Xu Fugao shouted:
"Sheng Jing!"
A big flag was raised, and the black flag had a vigorous "Qin" character.
"Lift a drive!"
Fifty Qin soldiers who looked like demon gods used their shoulders to carry a long-fading Luangjia. In the past, this Luangjia should have been on the black dragon. Zulong was sitting here leading the Daqin army to sweep the six kingdoms and sitting. It fought against the darkness repeatedly, and countless great Qin tigers flocked around this Luangjia and swore to the death to follow the First Emperor.
It's a pity that the ancestor dragon has long since fallen, but as long as this luangjia is still there, it is as if the former grandeur ancestor dragon is still sitting inside.
Xu Fu raised his head and looked at Luanjia with a touch of respect and humility,
Zulong,
Wait,
Just keep watching in Luangjia,
Looking at the children,
How to avenge Da Qin.
"Get up, cut!" Xu Fu waved the whisk towards the nearest two light spots.
"The wind!"
"The wind!"
The five hundred evil stars are full of demon flames, and with a majestic killing intent, they rushed towards their first revenge target in a neat and serious manner.
Different worlds,
Same opponent,
This battle,
Two thousand years later,
Coming again!