The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 852 - 406: Invincible Wherever He Goes!

"Detected the highest specification of Ancient God’s Breath, detected the highest specification of Ancient God’s Breath!"

"Warning, the Qilin is attempting to break through the defense line!"

"The defense line is collapsing, requesting support!"

Amidst the chaotic electrical noise, a terrifying roar mixed with wails resounded: "Requesting support!"

At this moment, the Ether Association’s communication channel echoed with continuous warnings. The video recording could no longer capture such intense combat; the display showed burning blood and fire, with only a golden giant walking the earth. All living beings in its path were reduced to charred remains, as insignificant as weeds.

The commander in the military tent couldn’t help but lean back because before the display went dark, it seemed a fierce pair of golden eyes glanced over, the vast Ancient Times’ oppression making him almost tremble and kneel.

"This is an Ancient God Clan."

Chen Xingli, pale-faced, said softly: "An Ancient God Clan lurking in the Human World!"

As the minister from headquarters, he received orders to retrieve the Qilin and Thunder at all costs.

Because according to intelligence, Qilin and Thunder would face a threat of death.

The Order World cannot tolerate this operation.

But after he dispatched the action team, he found things weren’t as he imagined.

Someone tampered with the mission.

The mission’s purpose also changed.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop it before witnessing everything happening before him.

"The Qilin is indeed from the Qilin Clan, given the concentration of this Ancient God’s Breath and such astonishing aura, it is by no means comparable to ordinary Ancestors. Even if it were the infant form of a Primordial, I would believe it."

"The current urgency is to destroy It here at all costs. It is an Ancient God Clan that once delved deep into the Human World and contacted core heritage. Letting It leave will inevitably cause future disaster."

"The problem is this is His world, and in His hands, Thunder is a hostage."

"Minister-Level combat power can no longer stop Him."

"According to convention, then it can only be resolved with lives."

The ministers whispered in the communication channel, their voices solemn and low.

This is a holy war, signifying glorious bloodshed and sacrifice.

Chen Xingli no longer had the luxury of choice, and at this moment, he suddenly heard the singing sounding outside the tent.

A white-haired young man stood outside the tent, gazing into the desolate desert. He wore a black suit paired with a white shirt and an elaborate bow tie as if attending a funeral.

"Lord, please save me."

He sang an English song with such solemnity and gravity in its melody:

"For the waters have come up to my neck, I cry for deliverance. The Lord says, He only gives, and it’s up to me to choose. Whether drowning or rising, I shall receive the truth!"

"I have eaten bread hard as stone, fallen off a cliff yet unscathed, bowing overturning dynasties."

"And now I stand alone, amid raging fires."

The Think Tank stood at the highest point, arms wide open, laughing maniacally like a madman, dancing: "Qilin! Mighty Qilin! Look at you now, this is your true form! With such power, why hold back, dancing with a group of worthless people? Because you were born to disdain everything and roar at the world!"

The sky was occupied by dark clouds, intertwined with fierce lightning, like a mother nest nurturing a curse, faintly forming a Qilin’s true image, racing like the wind, transforming with stormy clouds.

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated his wild and grim face.

Everything now was unfolding according to his plan.

Also following the prophecy in that diary.

Even if the Red King died, he could still influence this world.

The conflict between Qing and Chi continued.

"Come, unleash your power freely, and then return to where you truly belong!"

The Think Tank tilted his head back, closing his eyes in intoxication, softly saying: "The Red King’s world welcomes you!"

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Gu Jianlin, in his spiritual body, trampled on the burning scorched earth, like a giant in mythology, brutal and fierce. He casually summoned the raging Thunderbolt Spear, easily tearing through the surrounding net. Whether it was the Ether Association’s Omega Sequence or You Ying Group’s Twilight Candidate, they were no match before him.

Even the mad living corpse horde had already knelt at his feet.

Like subjects worshipping a king.

Because a God should be invincible.

The Ether Association dispatched thirty-two Omega, all without exception above the Fourth Rank.

You Ying Group also sent twenty-four Twilight Candidates, all young clansmen from the Jiang Family.

Armed, these people could easily destroy a large city.

But tonight, they faced a nightmare.

The Overlord Path’s long-range output continued, not just exploding arrows but also roaring Alchemy Armor-piercing Bullets, even the firepower coverage of super-heavy artillery; yet, they still couldn’t deal with this world-burning demon.

This Qilin Skeleton’s spirit body was so indestructible. The dense artillery bombing on the skeleton only opened spiderweb-like fissures, with hot sparks dense as brocade, dazzling like fireworks.

The Qilin Spirit Body stood eighteen meters tall, more than ten times a normal adult male, like a legendary giant, with unimaginable strength and defense, an attack force powerful and heavy, yet still indestructible.