Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1493 - 1419: The Annual Gala Begins! God of Slaughter Trailer!
The more critical the situation, the more everyone misses Huang Yi.
He seems to have a kind of magic; as long as he is there, no problem is insurmountable. Even in the most dangerous moments, he can always calmly analyze and figure out a solution.
Reviving him has become an increasingly urgent desire for everyone.
In the following days, a tense atmosphere pervaded the entire world.
As expected, the King of Annihilation deployed a group of Divine Domain experts from the Demon Clan to help him destroy The Second World’s respawn points. Even with the Ice Queen guiding the world rules for self-rescue, she couldn’t hold it off.
The dean and the Guardians from the Hero Empire could only try their best to fend off part of the attacks. No matter how hard they tried, some attacks would always land below The Second World, destroying those respawn points.
Respawn points were being destroyed every moment; attacks fell from the sky on various continents and islands from time to time, creating towering mushroom clouds. The remaining respawn points were becoming fewer and fewer.
In the Underworld, Dao Feng led a group of masters to accelerate the exploration of God’s Tomb. Their time offline and for rest had been reduced to four hours a day, maximizing their time spent exploring the tomb.
No one knew which side would win this race against time.
...
In the blink of an eye, five days passed.
That night, Wellington, the capital of New Zealand, attracted the world’s attention as the opening ceremony of the fourth annual celebration was about to take place!
With ten minutes to go before the opening ceremony, the entire venue was packed and bustling with excitement, with countless media reporters providing last-minute introductions before the live broadcast.
"Ladies and gentlemen! This year’s annual celebration opening ceremony is perhaps the leanest one. According to known information, fewer than 10 super-first-class masters are in attendance, as most of them are racing against time to explore God’s Tomb in the Underworld. Since the King of Annihilation started destroying The Second World’s respawn points, the situation has worsened daily, with respawn points decreasing every day. According to the latest news from the Ice Queen, as of two hours ago, the number of respawn points in The Second World had dropped below 500,000. If the destruction continues at this rate, then in a week, only a few respawn points will remain!"
"However, as the respawn points decrease, the Guardians of the Hero Empire will be able to directly guard a few respawn points without having to be distracted by other areas, which might save a few. But each respawn point has a limit on the number of revivals it can support, and once that limit is reached, the respawn point will be scrapped. If only a few respawn points remain, it means that only a small number of people will be able to revive, and the rest will remain in the Underworld..."
"It is known that Dao Feng and other super-first-class masters have reached a consensus: Once they obtain a top award, they will request the revival of Huang Yi from Huang Sha. Once Huang Yi is revived, the situation may reverse. Thus, the outcome of this annual celebration bears on each of us, as whether we can be revived in The Second World from the Underworld depends on whether the God of Slaughter can be revived..."
At this moment, their broadcast signals were being satellite-synced to every corner of the globe, viewed by billions of people.
One of these signals transmitted to a villa in Chenzhou, China, displaying the live situation from half a world away on a giant TV screen, visible to Sharp Sword and his sister.
"Brother, can the God of Slaughter win the best individual award again?" The little girl looked up at Sharp Sword with hopeful eyes.
"The dead don’t receive top-level awards; that’s an unwritten rule." Sharp Sword helplessly patted the little girl’s head.
"Can you win an award then?" the little girl continued.
"Of course not!" Sharp Sword shook his head directly, "With that person around, neither I nor the God of Slaughter, before he died, could win the best individual award."
"Why?" The little girl’s eyes widened, "Didn’t the God of Slaughter even kill the Queen of Agony? Can’t he win the best individual award for that?"
"The Queen of Agony is strong indeed, but there are more powerful figures than her!" Sharp Sword’s tone grew slightly stern, "And that person’s achievements involve the Creator Ancestral Spirits! But it didn’t happen in The Second World; perhaps I’m the only player who knows. In any case, the best individual award has already been locked by that person! The real suspense lies in just four top awards...or maybe three..."
"Oh! It’s starting! The promo is about to air! We’ll definitely see the God of Slaughter." Suddenly, the little girl’s face turned solemn as she intently watched the TV.
Sure enough, the countdown on the TV screen began, a sound that reverberated in the nerves of people worldwide!
People in various countries were watching live broadcasts in different languages, united in witnessing this great moment!
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
At last, the countdown reached the final second!
The opening promo of this year’s annual celebration appeared on the screen, accompanied by a stirring soundtrack—
The scene opened with a group of majestic figures, each radiating a powerful aura, each with a unique stance, clearly the Guardians of the Hero Empire.
These were epic legendary figures from history, either having accomplished great feats or committed heinous crimes. Each was a protagonist of his time, rewriting history.
Yet, these unruly great figures were now respectfully encircling a radiant throne like twinkling stars surrounding the moon.
On that throne sat a thin man, evidently the God of Slaughter!
Compared to the powerful heroes around him, he appeared incredibly weak, yet this contrast only highlighted his esteemed position. For him to tame such a group of rebels, he must possess some greater power.
At that moment, he lounged nonchalantly against the throne’s backrest, holding the head of the Queen of Agony in his hand.
The severed head, its hair disheveled, had eyes with a smoky makeup full of agony. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
The God of Slaughter toyed with the head, slowly speaking: "A true king is not about slaughter, but about protection!"
As the words fell, the camera continued to zoom in, magnifying the head of the Queen of Agony, until her eyes filled the entire frame.
The Queen of Agony’s eyes transformed into a vast pool, within it grew dark red tissue, covered with countless lumps of varying sizes.
The pool was filled with boiling black demonic blood, bubbles emerged, making a "plop plop" sound, exuding endless black demonic qi.
That familiar silhouette of the Spirit Demon stood in the center of the magic pool, surrounded by countless burgeoning demonic qi, emanating a strange and sinister aura.
Behind him floated the shadow of a Demon God, struggling mightily, yet ultimately absorbed into him, transforming into his strength.
At this moment, the Spirit Demon slowly turned around, looking at the camera, and said mischievously, "Only by awakening the soul can one become a true human."
The surrounding demonic qi became increasingly dense, eventually engulfing his figure.
When the demonic qi dissipated again, it revealed an old wooden cabin.
Dao Feng was sitting by the window of the wooden cabin, the golden sunlight outside shone on him, like a hero in the twilight of life.
On the table ahead, lay a war blade, covered in dust, its dull surface clearly showing it hadn’t been lifted for a long time.
Outside the window, countless curses were heard—
"Only cowards choose to retire!"
"Coward!"
"Can’t even guard the top of the ranking list, traitor!"
"Caught an incurable disease, and can’t keep going?"
The countless curses surrounded him, but they seemed to fall on deaf ears, his expression remained serene.
Finally, he stood up slowly, picked up the war blade from the table, and walked toward the cabin’s door, leaving behind only a resolute voice—
"True steadfastness isn’t about never stopping, but setting out again no matter how many times you stop."
As the words fell, he opened the door.
Outside, it was a land of black and white, with gray clouds covering the sky, countless swords, and spears sticking out from the ground, resembling an ancient battlefield full of desolation and slaughter.
A man came from afar, with a proud stance and unmatched elegance, indeed it was the Sharp Sword.
He came to a bright glowing sword, reached out to pull it from the ground, and blew off the dust upon it.
"Crack~" The sword actually broke apart, becoming two halves.
"The sharpest weapon isn’t the blade, but human language."
With that, Sharp Sword shook his head and tossed the broken sword away, striding off into the distance.
The camera followed the broken sword as it was tossed into the sky, rising higher and higher, entering a cloud layer like Heaven.
But the cloud layer was frozen with frost, losing its ethereal beauty, filled with silence.
The broken sword gradually became encrusted with ice, finally grabbed by a slender hand.
The owner of the hand gradually came into view, clearly the Ice Queen.
Her surroundings were filled with frost, the cold winds blew her long skirt, like a celestial maiden atop the Nine Heavens.
"If you lose hope, Heaven will become frosted over!"
With that, she waved her jade-like hand, dispersing the clouds to reveal the vast ocean below.
The ocean was turbulent, with stormy winds and rain, a Divine Ship breaking through waves, crushing all the wave crests.
On the ship’s bow stood the formidable figure of the Thunder God, gazing firmly ahead, fearless.
He held a stick in his hand, standing steadily on the choppy sea, unmoving.
A massive wave crashed towards the Thunder God, he calmly thrust the stick down!
The next moment, the stick flashed with a dazzling light, transforming into the Divine Artifact, Pillar of Sea God, instantly calming the roaring waves.
"If you have courage, everything is a divine artifact."
