Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

Chapter 781: Whose rules (2)

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Chu Tian suddenly laughed, and he suddenly shouted: "You two old and immortal people, I am too lazy to pay attention to you. I just ask the group of idiots behind you, do you know what these two old people are doing? "

Chu Tianyun was full of energy. His aura was definitely not as strong as that of the War King. It was impossible for a loud roar to spread thousands of miles, but it could easily be heard by all the warriors of the God of War Mountain within a hundred miles.

The countless Ares Mountain warriors behind Elder Xiao and Elder Nu looked at Chu Tian expressionlessly, their faces twisted and their eyes filled with evil spirits.

What are they doing

Of course they know what they are doing!

They are following Elder Xiao and Elder Nu in their rebellion. They want to overthrow the King of War, who constantly distributes the resources of the God of War Mountain to those "bastards in the wilderness", and replace the King of War with one of their own!

As long as they succeed today, they don't dare to kill the War King. As long as they drive him off the throne, they can replace him with a "direct lineage of the God of War Mountain" War King!

From now on, all the resources in Ares Mountain belong to these glorious "direct descendants of Ares Mountain" and have nothing to do with those "bastards in the wilderness"!

Thinking of the wonderful things, these warriors all let out deep gasps, like a group of wild beasts getting ready to hunt for food.

Chu Tian smiled again. He held the Green Dragon Sword in his right hand and clasped his left hand behind his back. He chuckled and asked War King: "War King, do you think these people can still be saved?"

The War King said nothing, and his majestic and straight waist suddenly stooped.

He said solemnly: "We are all descendants of the God of War, and we are all bathed in the glory of the God of War. There is no distinction between high and low!"

Elder Xiao sneered: "There is no hierarchy? How is it possible! Just like my clan, among our ancestors, there have been more than thirty war kings and countless elders! The blood of my clan is naturally noble and unparalleled!"

Elder Nu said in a deep voice: "The same is true for our clan. Not to mention the War King and the elders, how many village elders and clan elders of how many tribes around the God of War Mountain are from our clan? How many famous heroes are there among the ancestors of our clan? , How many children of our clan serve as commanders and generals of various battle fortresses!"

Elder Xiao said slowly: "Those bastards in the wilderness, occasionally a few talented people can rise to high positions..."

The War King interrupted Elder Xiao: "You are wrong. In the well-documented history of our God of War Mountain, more than 60% of the War Kings were born in the wilderness you call... bastards!"

Elder Xiao's face suddenly stiffened, and Elder Nu immediately sneered: "Even so, most of them died in the northern battlefield. How many of them can leave their names behind?"

The War King sighed heavily, looked at Elder Nu and said coldly: "None of them can leave their names. That's because in the army formed by the God of War Mountain, the positions of middle and high-level generals are all controlled by you. Those who can leave their names are mostly your clansmen."

The war hammer in his hand buzzed, and the War King sternly said: "But don't forget, the bastards in the wilderness you call, the total number of warriors they send to the northern battlefield every year is more than a hundred times that of your tribe! It's their blood And meat, a steady stream of blood and meat, allowed the northern battlefield to sustain itself under the attack of evil spirits!"

Elder Nu also closed his mouth, and the two of them looked at the King of War gloomily.

Crazy thunder struck down continuously, and the King of War stared at Elder Xiao and Elder Nu, and said word by word: "The men below don't know these things, but you should know it. Touch your chest, you When you say these words and do these things, do you think you are still the descendants of the God of War?"

The War King sighed deeply: "When did the descendants of the God of War abandon the glory of warriors and start caring about these things like those traitors?"

Elder Xiao and Elder Nu remained silent.

Elder Nu just walked forward step by step, towards Chu Tian step by step.

On the red blood essence armor on his body, wisps of essence blood flames rising like thick smoke, and the surrounding temperature began to rise.

Elder Nu kept approaching, and he passed by the sweet-scented osmanthus trees transformed by Chutian's green wooden staff. He even glanced curiously at the sweet-scented osmanthus trees scattered around - the hot wind and sea of fire that had just been stirred up by the Chaos Fire Crossbow were actually facing the osmanthus trees. These osmanthus trees failed to cause any harm

If he hadn't been immersed in the "sacred" and "solemn" atmosphere of the bloody flag battle, Elder Nu would actually have wanted to slash these osmanthus trees with the long sword in his hand to see what was wrong with these osmanthus trees.

Chu Tian tilted his head and said slowly: "War King, I won't get involved in this blood flag fight to the death. Well, I think I am no match for this angry elder."

Chu Tian is very self-aware, how could he be Elder Nu's opponent

The King of War took a step across and stood in front of Elder Nu. He said in a deep voice: "Elder Nu, if you insist on doing this, then fight!"

Elder Nu glanced at the King of War coldly, and Elder Xiao pulled out the long sword from his waist and strode forward as well: "King of War, your opponent is me! When we competed for the throne, you and I were just a draw. , but the Great Elder is partial and supports you to sit on the throne."

Elder Xiao sneered: "I want you to understand today that without the Great Elder, you are nothing. In front of so many young men, I will personally kick you off the throne!"

The blood essence armor on Elder Xiao's body also emitted smoke-like essence blood flames. He approached step by step, and the ground continued to tremble with his steps.

As he walked, Elder Xiao said with a smile: "Are you curious as to why your confidants showed up? Haha, are you a little worried or panicked? It doesn't matter, it won't take long before you can be with them! "

"Think about it, apart from Elder Elephant and Elder Eagle, where have Elder Bear and Elder Tiger gone?"

A cold light flashed across the green dragon sword in Chu Tian's hand, and Chu Tian's voice sounded faintly: "Are you going to take action? But who stipulated that I have to follow your fucking rules? Who do you think you are, what do you call Why should I listen to you about the rules of a bloody flag fight to the death?"

Elder Xiao and Elder Nu were stunned for a moment, and both of them roared at the same time: "Blood flag fight to the death, this is the most sacred ancestral rule of the God of War Mountain!"

Chu Tian shouted sternly: "You are all starting to rebel. Are you talking to me about the ancestral rules? Are you talking to me about the rules? Are you filled with shit in your head?"

"I don't care about your rules. I have my own rules!"

"My rule is, if you punch me, I'll hit you back with a knife; if you chop me with a knife, I'll hit you back a hundredfold!"

"Just now, not enough people died, not enough blood was shed...the glory of the God of War? Haha, you don't need human blood to paint the God of War Mountain red. I don't think you can repeat his glory!"

The green dragon sword turned into sword energy that filled the sky, and turned into a huge sword cocoon, wrapping Chu Tian in it.

All the war puppets and all the energy weapon nozzles emitted a blinding flash of light at the same time.

Chaos fire crossbows rushed high into the sky with a dull whistling sound, dragging their long flame tails, and then blasted down towards the densely packed "pure-blooded direct descendants of the God of War Mountain".

"I have my rules!" Chu Tian sneered expressionlessly.