Doomsday Star Crystal: I have a contracted beast army

"You don't want me to die here in battle?" the king of books asked.

Zhao Yin said seriously: "Zhao Yin hopes that his adoptive father will live forever and protect the human race forever."

"Are you afraid that without me as the king in the ninth battlefield, your life will become more difficult? Or are you afraid that your adoptive father will die?"

There was a complex and inexplicable look in the eyes of the King of Books.

"They're all afraid," Zhao Yin said.

In the wind and snow, one old and one young, all looked at each other.

This pair of strangers, father and son, seemed to have a sense of family affection slowly spreading in each other's hearts at this moment.

Sometimes, an encounter, an accident, may be a lifetime.

We may not be able to stay together for a lifetime, but we are destined to be engraved in our souls and remembered forever.

After a while, the old man sighed: "I'm afraid too!"

"Is your foster father also afraid?"

"I'm also afraid that there is one less king in the black armor. I'm afraid that you don't have a foster father. From now on, no one will guide you."

Zhao Yin was silent, remembering what the old man had just said.

The adoptive father hopes that today's calligrapher king will be tomorrow's Zhao Yin!

Zhao Yin didn't know if he could do it. The old man was fighting for him today, so he couldn't ignore it.

The path the old man chose happened to run counter to Zhao Yin.

The king of writers devoted everything he had to igniting the fire of hope for the human race and held on to it for thousands of years.

Zhao Yin's past and present lives, taken together, were less than thirty years old.

His heart and blood have long since become cold, and he no longer has any ambitions. He just wants to be alone...

Zhao Yin didn't know why an old man who had lived for ten thousand years was so interested in him.

But he felt the old man's genuine concern.

At this time, in Zhao Yin's eyes, the old man was like a mountain, majestic and full of security.

A sense of longing quietly grew in his heart...

In the wind and snow, the two of them were silent.

After a while, the old man said kindly: "Go on, kid, you are not the one to participate in the next battle."

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the king-level potential pill fell back into Zhao Yin's hands.

"My father's body cannot bear such a treasure."

"Father, do you lack longevity?" Zhao Yin asked.

"It's an accumulated old wound!"

He spoke calmly, and after finishing his words, he waved his hand and collected all Zhao Yin Xiaojing's supplies.

Then slowly close your eyes.

Continue to carefully absorb the energy in the amethyst.

Zhao Yin understood that the calligrapher king did not intend to speak again, so he stopped disturbing him.

The old man came across the border during his busy schedule and was seriously injured.

Fighting for his adopted son.

How could Zhao Yin really just walk away?

For a long time, Zhao Yin has been indifferent because no one has ever really treated him so well.

Even if someone is loyal to him, it is because he protects him first...

But the king of books does not ask for anything in return, he is in a high position, but he is willing to give everything for him!

Zhao Yin returned to the core of the world.

The people in Guangzhou City are all in the second life space at this time.

Zhao Yin glanced across the core of the world, excluding the contracted beasts.

There are also Song Xiaodao, Zhou Lili, the corpse demon Zhang Jie, Ahai's family of three, Lu Ling, Ye Zang, Shen Lisui, Niu Feng, Hong Kai...

As well as Zhao Dehai and other soldiers, as well as the evolved people who were initially taken in, the senior group...

Liu Zifan and five thousand soldiers...

Zhao Yin's eyes finally fell on the most powerful Bai Wei...!

All humans and contracted beasts, zombie demons, zombie emperors...

There is no existence that can fight side by side with the old man when the four-winged angel comes!

Zhao Yin felt bitter for a while.

Earlier, the leader of the angel clan used the semi-god-level wooden scroll, and Song Xiaodao and others and the contracted beasts were drained of too much vitality.

Even though a large amount of healing potions and beast meat were used at this time, everyone and the contracted beasts were still very weak.

"Zhao Yin, what's going on? I heard from Lu Ling that a human king is here?"

Song Xiaodao's face was still pale and she was weak when speaking. She walked slowly to Zhao Yin.

At this moment, all the core members of Zhao Yin's team looked over.

Zhao Yin nodded and briefly described the King of Books' decision.

"Is the old man's injury really serious?" Zhou Lili's big eyes showed a hint of worry.

If someone is injured, it will be difficult to recover from healing potions below the SSS level.

Perhaps millions of years ago, there were therapeutic potions above SSS level in the human race.

But now, if he can still get it, the King of Books will not drag his injured body to cross the border.

Zhao Yin understood that the old man was too seriously injured and was not sure that he could really drive away a four-winged angel.

"Is there any other way to help my adoptive father?"

Zhao Yin frowned and thought hard.

His eyes looked outside the oasis into the desolation.

In the Demon Jianmu Forest, the clone of the ancestors still stood there quietly.

At this time, a group of novices built a nest at the feet of the ancestor's clone and kept singing to him.

This allows the song to be conveyed to the second clone through the soul of the ancestor's clone...

The current strength of the ancestor spirit clone is definitely capable of fighting side by side with the King of Books.

It's a pity that he is rooted in the core of the world and cannot get out of here.

"We cannot let our foster father fight alone. If our foster father is defeated, even if this oasis will be destroyed, even if we risk exposing the core of the world to the eyes of the angel race... we must lead the four-winged angels here!"

The level of the four-winged angel was too difficult for Zhao Yin to predict.

He was not sure he would be able to keep it in the end.

Once the opponent returns to the Angel Clan, he will surely face disaster!

If the world core is seized by aliens, Zhao Yin will not only lose his shelter, he also feels that if this world recognizes him as the master, he will be implicated...

And King Mo, the old man also relies on the world core.

What will happen then?

"But if we don't bring in the four-winged angel, what else can we do?"

Zhao Yin was thinking hard and didn't rest.

He began to sort out the spoils just now.

[Cross Battle Sword: Grade SS, type Angel race exclusive equipment! Sturdiness 15000! Attack 8500, additional effect: consume the power of light, open the sword attack, increase the attack power by 120%! Note: It cannot be used by non-angel blood! ]

Perhaps it is because the Cross Battle Sword is a standard equipment of the angel race. For endless years, the human race has long understood that although it is not a human thing, the Eye of God can read the information.

But after reading it, Zhao Yin was immediately disappointed.

Such a powerful weapon cannot be used by the human race and the macaque group.

There were 397 surviving cross swords.

Zhao Yin took out one and held it in his hand. He used a little supernatural power and felt a burning sensation in his palm...

Zhao Yin immediately understood that it was the angelic divine pattern on the sword that was causing trouble. As soon as the supernatural power of the human race came into contact with it, it seemed to trigger some rules in the sword, forming a burning of the light system rules...

The power of a supernatural weapon mainly depends on the forging process and rune carving.

Even if Zhao Yin could forcibly destroy the identity of the angels, this cross sword would be useless.

Zhao Yin put down the sword and checked other gains.

Especially the space bracelet of the angel leader, Zhao Yin checked it three times in a row.

There was no demigod-level scroll he wanted!

Not even one.

There were only a few palm-sized God Bases, more than a hundred God Base Coins, 300,000 Purple Crystal Coins, and thirteen palm-sized God Base fragments.

In addition, there were a lot of roasted unknown flesh and blood!

Zhao Yin immediately understood what it was and abandoned them all, burying Song Xiaodao in the wasteland outside the oasis.