Doomsday Star Crystal: I have a contracted beast army

No one knows why in the ninth battlefield, among the five kings in blue armor and black armor, the oldest and most senior King of Books is the weakest!

No one knows why the king of books, the king of kings, ages so quickly, with only ten thousand years left to live.

No one knows why the King of Books is always injured. Almost every time he goes on an expedition, he is seriously injured...

No one knows, for tens of thousands of years, the kings of the older generation of black armor and blue armor have sacrificed their lives one after another. Why is he the only one who can survive to this day...

Although he often looks like he is dying and sometimes dying...

All because of this forbidden thing...the Boundary Map!

In the eyes of the King of Books, the Boundary Map is not a taboo, but a hero of the human race, a predecessor, an elder...

Also a close friend for thousands of years!

"Lord Jietu, I haven't heard your voice in four thousand years."

The King of Books let go of his hand, and the boundary map floated out of thin air.

On a snowy night, the white-haired old man bowed deeply to a forbidden object with the dignity of a human king.

"Four thousand years of sleep, and once you wake up, it seems like a snap of your fingers."

Jie Tu sighed, as if reminiscing with an old friend.

"Master, you are old again. How many of the former human kings are left?"

"I'm the only one left!"

The king of writers reveals his bitterness.

In front of a writing brush, he seemed to be in a school, facing his teacher's students.

The wind and snow fell on the silver hair of the king of books, and he stood there upright.

The ancient writing brush, the vicissitudes of the old man... On this lonely snowy night, in the cold, a picture of vicissitudes of life was formed.

Many stories are no longer known to the world.

There is only a pen, a dying old man, recalling each other.

"What is the situation of the human race now?" Jie Tu asked.

"On the eighth battlefield, the red armor of the human race was defeated, and all three kings died... The war spread to the ninth battlefield." The King of Books replied.

Jie Tu was silent after hearing this, and after a while, he sighed again.

"You finally agreed?" it asked.

No one knows that the King of Books was once astonishingly talented, no less talented than any king of the human race.

Four thousand years ago, he encountered an unprecedented enemy...

During that battle, Jietu began to sleep...

No one knows that for four thousand years, the divine source has been lost in order to make up for the loss of the boundary map.

The king of writers spends almost all his money.

All his resources were sacrificed to Jie Tu.

Even reluctant to bear it, he spent money to buy treatment potions and suppress the injuries...

No one knows that he even sacrificed his longevity to Jie Tu just to leave this forbidden thing in the world...

No one knows that he has never been the weakest, but... the only god-slaying king among the five kings now!

All because of too many sacrifices, the energy and spirit were sluggish, it could barely maintain the operation of the black armor...

Before Jie Tu fell asleep, he tried to persuade him more than once to give up his dead thing...

The boundary map has been waiting for four thousand years!

Finally today, the old man woke it up from its deep sleep.

"Master, you have paid such a price, but your efforts are in vain. You should know very well that if you want to completely restore my divine origin, you need a drop of the blood essence of a true ancestor!"

The hoarse voice continued.

"The ancestors disappeared millions of years ago. You have been searching for thousands of years, but you can only see the corrupt god, and it has long lost its ancestors' body!"

"Give up, Master, let me be free, and let yourself go."

Jie Tu's words seemed to carry some kind of rules, which could resonate with the hearts of the human race.

But the king of writers still stood upright with a firm expression.

"The book writer wakes up Lord Jietu just because there is going to be a battle and he needs your support!"

The old man said slowly: "Don't worry, sir. Compared with the powerful enemy four thousand years ago, it is just a four-winged angel. With my current ability, sir, it is capable of fighting."

"Master, what else do you have to sacrifice?" Jie Tu sighed.

People often say that taboo things are greedy and evil, but little do they know that nothing in this world can be obtained out of thin air.

The more you get, the more you pay. Many times, it is difficult to calculate gains and losses.

Everything is caused by oneself!

"I can still sacrifice it."

The calligrapher king seemed to have been prepared, and took out another writing brush from his arms.

This is the weapon he has used for four thousand years.

The pen barrel was as white as jade, and each section was like a bamboo branch, but there was a terrifying aura that swept across it instantly.

If there is a powerful person from the angel clan here, he will definitely be able to recognize it at a glance. It is a section of the angel clan's spine.

His aura was that of a god!

Only one person in the world is worthy of using such a terrifying pen weapon.

He is the king of writers!

Such a terrifying weapon is just a strand of ordinary human hair.

The power of the entire weapon is greatly reduced...

Seeing this, Jie Tu was slightly shocked.

"Can you let go?"

In the eyes of the King of Books, the most precious thing about this weapon is not the divine spine, but the strand of human hair.

It was a strand of hair from his beloved.

It has been with him for tens of thousands of years.

Countless battles, it seems like I have taken her with me to protect the human race and fight side by side...

Over the past ten thousand years, all the old friends have passed away, only this touch of beautiful hair...

"I can't let go, just because I don't get enough. This thing is more important than it..."

At this time, the King of Books had an open-minded expression on his face: "Lord Jietu, I...offer a sacrifice!"

However, there was a glimmer of tears in the old man's lowered eyelids.

Is his heart really as open-minded as his words at this moment...

Jietu's voice also became serious.

"The spine of the gods is the supreme treasure in the world today and can be used as a sacrifice! The hair of the human race, which is infused with the deep affection of the human king for thousands of years, can also be sacrificed!"

"Master, Jietu is as you wish!"

Jietu's last words were sighs, as if he was an old man in his twilight years.

The divine bone brush in the hand of the Book King flew up slowly.

At the last moment, the old man held it tightly, then trembled all over, and loosened his fingers again.

The Book King widened his eyes and watched the white divine bone slowly withering, turning into pure energy and rushing into Jietu's body.

The more than ten-inch divine bone disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the last strand of human hair left also slowly turned into ashes...

The Book King finally couldn't help sighing.

After all, he abandoned her again...

...

Beyond the border of Daxia, south of the South China Sea, thousands of miles away, a majestic breath, with divinity and coldness, came rapidly.

It was a middle-aged man with long golden hair, fluttering in the wind and snow.

He was wearing white armor, his legs were long and straight, and his bare feet were suspended in the air.

His eyes were blue with a circle of red lines, and his four huge wings rolled up the wind, making his figure thousands of miles away in an instant!

The four-winged angel Jia Lan did not expect that his four hundred angel subordinates would die in a place where the grace of the human race first came.