The Black Book

Different from the heavy and burly black mecha, the ghost-faced armor appears to be light and agile.

"Prince Komatsu Akihito!! It's Prince Komatsu Akihito!!"

Seeing the highly recognizable ghost-faced mecha, a group of Japanese soldiers on the ground cheered in unison that shook the sky.

Immediately, one after another brilliant streams of light streaked across the sky like comets, coming from all directions.

"Admiral Randeep!"

"General Armoni!"

…………

As the angry figures joined the battlefield one after another, cheers echoed throughout the fields. The original panic atmosphere quickly dissipated, and the low morale also improved again.

Finally, when a five-meter-tall mecha with a red body and a pair of metal dragon wings slowly descended, the atmosphere at the scene reached its climax.

"It's Duke Joseph!! Commander-in-Chief of the Allied Forces!"

"Long live the Red Dragon Duke!!"

Listening to the roar of the mountains and the tsunami on the earth, Zhu Haomiao narrowed his eyes and stared at the oppressive behemoth.

Joseph Christou

He is the Commander-in-Chief of the Far East Region of the United Kingdom, and is also the current Commander-in-Chief of the Eight-Power Allied Forces!

One of the most powerful Sons of Destiny in the world, the mastermind behind the plan to carve up the Qing Dynasty!

From a long distance away, a hot and cruel aura hit his face, the atmosphere trembled, and the squirming air distorted everything in sight, as if the whole world was trembling in fear under the pressure of the Red Dragon Mecha.

Zhu Haomiao stared at Joseph Christu for a moment, feeling a faint realization in his heart.

In the sealed state, I might not be able to kill him... let alone...

Looking around, he was surrounded by eight gorgeous mechas of different shapes. Behind them were the eight great powers standing at the top of the world, which also represented the will of heaven and the direction of future destiny in this world!

Somewhere in the dark, Zhu Haomiao clearly realized that as the number of Destiny's Children increased, the oppression that enveloped him also increased exponentially.

It seems that under the influence of some mysterious force, these sons of destiny resonate with each other, influence each other, and form a whole to a certain extent, continuously arousing the power of heaven and earth.

The originally illusory pressure seemed to materialize and enveloped his whole body. Zhu Haomiao felt that the air within a few meters had solidified, like an insect wrapped in amber, unable to move!

In a safe zone more than ten kilometers away from the center of the battlefield, the descendants took out binoculars one by one and followed the development of the situation with complex emotions.

"The leaders of the Eight-Nation Alliance are all destiny monsters. They are the darlings of destiny and the embodiment of the will of heaven. Even the [Evil Dragon] cannot fight against the entire world... right?"

The unconfident whispers caused heated debates. Some people thought Zhu Haomiao could create another miracle, while others thought he was in trouble this time.

"As long as he opens the [Yanhuang Arsenal] again and summons the projection of the Zhonghua Zhenguo artifact, what destiny monster cannot be killed?!"

"To put it lightly, although I don't know what price he paid last time, forcibly summoning a high-level artifact from the First Level is an act that goes against heaven. How can he do whatever he wants?"

"That's right! Look at the way his breath is unstable now. It's definitely due to the residual injuries from the last battle that haven't healed yet!"

"Perhaps the overdraft was too much and the foundation was damaged!"

"Haha, the Chinese just like to make a fool of themselves, and they will do whatever it takes to save face. It looks like they are winning, but in fact they are a complete loser!"

"Yes! If Sanguizi hadn't had a long-term view and didn't bother to compete with this mad dog, he would have died without a burial place!"

"…………"

The sudden and outrageous speech attracted the attention of the people around him, but when they saw the badge on the chest of the interlocutor, everyone immediately understood.

The three countries in East Asia love and kill each other. For any two countries to work together to deal with the outside world, only a third country can do it!

The friendship between Japan and South Korea depends on China!

But who gave Xiao Baga the courage to confuse right and wrong so much?

That’s not how the spiritual victory method works, right?

The whole world has seen how miserably your third noble son died!

A little-known [Chinese God of Martial Arts] can kill your three noble sons who boast of being so amazing. Then the Chinese gods who stand in the sky can crush you to death with one finger?

Some melon-eating people who didn't know the truth secretly slandered, but because they were in the same camp, they were embarrassed to expose it, so they could only smile politely but awkwardly.

But the descendants from other countries were not used to them, and sneered in a sinister manner.

"Ah, yes, yes, China has lost. Only you, the third noble son, have a long-term view and would rather be eaten like a dead dog!"

"you……"

The Japanese descendant was wide-eyed, but when he saw the double-headed eagle badge on the opponent's chest, he suppressed his anger.

Mao Zi is vulgar and likes to get physical when he disagrees, so it's better not to argue with him...

While the people outside the battlefield were arguing endlessly, Zhu Haomiao, who was surrounded by the sons of destiny from the eight major powers, sighed quietly.

"Alas~"

Within a radius of dozens of kilometers, soft sighs echoed in everyone's ears. It was obviously a faint sound, but everyone could clearly capture the whisper that reached straight to the soul.

Goosebumps stood up all over their bodies, and everyone felt as if something indescribable had awakened.

In the center of the battlefield, the last layer of invisible pupa shell on Zhu Haomiao's body quietly shattered, and the terrifying energy sealed deep into the soul and flesh spurted out, forming a violent psychic storm.

In the horrified eyes of all the descenders, an evil and magnificent dark sun bloomed in the psychic vision that was invisible to the naked eye.

The black flames that could not be described in words were fluctuating, radiating a distorted light that could not be looked at directly.

Just staring at the black sun for a few seconds, the flesh and blood of countless descenders could not control the bulge and wriggle, as if countless tiny poisonous insects were running around under the skin.

The various evil thoughts that had been lurking in the depths of the ocean of consciousness expanded infinitely, urging them to transform into evil beasts and release the most primitive instinct of pleasure!

Lust...

Greed...

Jealousy...

Killing...

Devouring...

"Divine pollution! Don't look directly, close your five senses quickly!!"

After a short stagnation, someone quickly reacted and made a sharp explosion.

Some ruthless characters even stabbed their eyes without hesitation and dug out their two eyeballs!

However, the wriggling and blooming dark sun has been branded in the depths of the soul, turning into a shadow that can never be forgotten.

Only a few "stubborn" people with indestructible [Dao Heart] endured the discomfort and chose to face the strange figure at the core of the black sun.

Because they knew that once they lowered their heads, it would be difficult for them to muster up the courage to look him in the face again!

They could accept being weak, but they could never accept being cowardly!