Wu Qi has always believed in things like fate and luck. His inner "faith" is different from other people's. He does not believe that his fate is destined to end. He always believes that his destiny will not end.
Just ask yourself to never stop or retreat, and never give up moving forward in any life-or-death danger. Then luck will follow and the road will continue to stretch.
Time flies like an arrow, and a year and a half flies by in countless hardships and tests. Tomorrow Wu Qi will be taken into the abyss of the Apocalypse by Kazan for two full years of confinement. Next year will be his nineteenth year of living in that dawning era of the end times.
Deep in the forbidden plain stands a towering Tianqi Mountain. The shape of Tianqi Peak is wonderful, the mountain is narrow and long, like a giant pillar reaching the sky. It is surrounded by rugged cliffs on all sides, and is surrounded by a natural barrier formed by thick yellow sand. From the foot of the mountain to the peak, there is only a spiral staircase that leads to the sky.
Tread, step.
At this moment, a vague figure was standing on the 99,000 steps near the top of Tongtian Mountain, climbing step by step.
The blurry figure was jet black, and was extremely tall and tall at 185 centimeters. He wears pitch-black and deep scale armor all over his body. The scale armor is close-fitting and flexible, and has sharp horns and ferocious thorns at the joints, giving him a domineering and ferocious appearance. He wears a wide red cloak with a pattern of demonic flames draped over his shoulders. There is a long sword inserted into a sheath on the outside of the cloak.
His hair is like a waterfall of black hair that falls down to his back, and his front face is wearing an atavistic mask made of jet black scales with a sharp horn on his forehead. The mouth of the mask is naked, revealing terrifying fangs. The corners of the mouth extend from the junction of the east jaw to the end, somewhat resembling the head skeleton of a reptile beast.
The whole body exuded an aura of coldness and indifference, and the man wearing a mask that concealed his true appearance walked at a steady pace and climbed to the top of the Tongtian Mountain steps.
After the mountain steps, there is a huge flat land. The ground of the peak is carved with countless deep stone marks, which when gathered together form a formation that covers almost the entire top of Tianqi Mountain.
A wide and long stone road extends to a huge round altar deep in the formation. Thirteen seats are distributed at equal distances around the round altar, with different patterns carved on the back of each seat. A goat-shaped devil's face is carved on the back of a chair. A circle of will-o'-the-wisps and a circle of bells are carved around the devil's face. A scale mask with sharp teeth was carved on the back of another chair, with a long knife hanging diagonally behind the mask.
At the end of the round altar with thirteen seats, there is a higher-level small round altar. In the center of the small round altar is the seat of the supreme emperor, overlooking all living beings.
The whole body is shrouded in a black mist that blocks cognition, and only a dark humanoid outline is exposed to the outside world, which is the emperor's throne. To the east of the throne, thirteen seats stand beside the ten thrones.
The man wearing pitch black scales walked to the end of the stone road and stepped on the huge round altar. He raised his large red cloak with one arm and sat down in his seat. The pattern carved on the back of the seat is exactly like a scale mask with sharp teeth and a long knife hanging at an angle.
A vertical slit suddenly lit up in the dark eye outline of the atavistic mask, and an evil purple light bloomed from the vertical pupils, revealing a pair of red-purple vertical pupils!
The person walking in the seat of the Thirteen Thrones is Wu Qi!
The cursed throne of the Twelve Thrones is on the seat next to Wu Qi. The two of them said nothing, and another 10 minutes passed after Wu Qi took his place, and the throne set had not yet started.
The vacant seats are the seats of the First Throne and the Second Throne. As usual, that seat was unoccupied by default, because the legendary Omega and Maya had "never been" to the Throne Meeting. At least Wu Qi never saw anyone in those two seats after walking to the Thirteenth Throne Seat.
Doubt and silence coexist in the atmosphere, and all the thrones are waiting for the throne to give orders.
Finally the emperor spoke. His voice was majestic and low, and he said: "Tomorrow's throne meeting has been postponed, but what is rare is that all members of the Thirteen Thrones are present."
Everyone here
Almost all the thrones have the same question as Wu Qi. Only the Third Throne crossed his arms in front of his chest, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and shook his body with a groan, as if he knew what would happen.
Immediately, two footsteps and two unfamiliar breaths broke into Wu Qi's perception network. Wu Qi turned his head and saw two 195cm tall figures walking side by side into his sight.
The man on the left has a handsome appearance, flesh-colored skin, a face as thin as an inverted triangle, and two scarlet knife lines on his cheeks. He has a pair of fox eyes with long eyelashes, with a pair of flaming red pupils on the outside, and a semi-spiral flame mark on his plump forehead; his glossy black hair is casually combed into a burning shape. , tied into an unusually long and scattered ponytail hanging eastward from the back of the head.
The man is dressed in dark brown clothes, with copper-colored metal flowers covering the collar and shoulders. Further east, there is a pink lotus feast. The gorgeous and exquisite clothes do not hide the man's slender and well-proportioned proportions. The legs with exposed sleeves are like the delicate legs of a beautiful boy, without any trace of fatigue from fighting.
The temperament of the man on the left is like a clump of demonic fire flying in the sky. He is beautiful in the demonic and evil in the heroic. When he shows up, he has an infinite aura without any measurable pressure. Without a mask, he can be indifferent with just a curve of his lips. smile.
The man on the right and the man on the left are walking side by side, but their temperaments are very different. He is the same height, with snow-red hair as pure as jade, neatly and dignifiedly styled. His face is like mutton-fat jade, his outline is square and round, and his facial features are smooth but not charming. The right eye is slightly open with a slightly larger slit, and has fine pupils like citrine inside and outside; the face on the left is wearing a pale golden mask that covers the lower half of the face. The mask has a hollow pattern and is very delicate.
The man is wearing a large floral robe with gradient colors of snow red, beige and black brown, and there are pictures of flourishing cherry branches everywhere. Through his robe, it can be seen that his shoulders and body are obviously much wider and stronger than that of the demon-like man next to him.
If the man on the left is like a bunch of demonic fire flying in the sky, then the man on the right is like a jade-faced dummy. He didn't smile, and walked over calmly, with a gentle and gentle aura without any flaws. But the more flawless aura he had, the more frightened he was without reason.
"Omega, Maya, we are back."
The man who looked like a demon fire and the man who looked like a jade-faced dummy stood together and bowed.
"Lord Emperor."
"Take a seat."
"no."
Omega and Maya walked to their positions one after another. Wu Qi had already investigated the throne titles of the two great figures who had never seen the dragon.
"Demon Fire" is the ultimate throne of Omega. "Jade face" is not the illusory throne of Maya.