Chapter 169: Emperor of the Chinese Empire

"Kill!" Following Lin Qian's order, Zhao Long took the lead, roared with a gun, and rushed out of the condensed barrier of the battleship.
Cang! Cang! Cang!
The sword was unsheathed, and all the soldiers rushed out and rushed towards the army of walking corpses.
"For Your Majesty!"
Roaring in unison, screaming and killing shattered the sky, the pale yellow Chinese spirit power emerged from the soldiers one after another, condensed into iron plates, and rose into the sky.
In an instant, the heavy dust and fog in the sky were washed away, and the dim south, the first time I saw the sky, under the bright sunlight, shining on the heavy armor of the army.
The blood-raising corpse controlled by Lu Shangda, with an error on his face, immediately reacted and directed the army of walking corpses to rush up.
In the daytime, with the help of his blood, his army of walking corpses is even more angry and less likely to be suppressed.
When the viable corpse army collided with the opponent, he was immediately dumbfounded.
The black blood clan has not been annihilated, and is still standing in the desolate land, relying on the army of walking corpses.
The army of walking corpses is different from the blood-raising corpses. It is not afraid of death, only obeys the orders of the black blood race, only knows to kill, and can rely on instinct to use pre-mortal spirit skills to maintain combat instinct.
Moreover, the walking corpse is the same as the blood-raising corpse, the body is very hard, comparable to the strength of the soul martial artist of the human race in the same realm.
A large number of battles between the walking corpse army and the human soul warrior did not happen without occurrence. Lu Shangda knew that there was once a senior of the black blood clan who clashed with a dynasty force.
After fighting with the army of that dynasty, the army of the dynasty lost more than half of the army, and the army of that dynasty lost only one tenth.
But what happened before his eyes made Lu Shangda feel cold.
The opposing army, like a torrent of steel, instantly rushed his army of walking corpses into pieces.
Moreover, the opponent's formation is not at all chaotic, still neat and uniform.
At the forefront, there are tall and sturdy men, wearing heavy armor, holding a huge shield at the forefront. With the existence of soldiers with such huge shields, the walking corpse army can't stop the advancing of the opponent at all, and can only watch and invade here continuously.
Not only that, behind the shield soldiers, there are soldiers armed with long spears, constantly stabbing out and attacking the walking corpses that were hit by the shield soldiers.
With the cover of shield soldiers, these soldiers armed with long spears can always succeed.
When Lu Shangda controlled those powerful walking corpses and attacked the shield soldiers, he would be stopped by soldiers with swords in hand.
Those swordsmen were fierce in their tactics, wielding knives in a big way, with great strength and amazing lethality. The moves are simple, and they are designed to kill the enemy with the maximum attack intensity.
In front of these swordsmen, the powerful walking corpse had no advantage at all. Usually, after a few encounters, they were chopped into pieces by the sword and fell to the ground.
Unable to reach the land, he could only allow the flexible walking corpse to bypass the sword soldiers, but was blocked by the sword soldiers.
Although the sword soldiers are not as strong as the sword soldiers, the swordsmanship is dazzling, entangled the walking dead, and even more flexible.
Often under the brilliant sword light, the walking corpse exposed its flaws, was stabbed in the pubic area with a sword, and lost combat power.
In desperation, Lu Shangda could only let a part of the walking corpse uplift, over the scope of the collision of the shield soldiers, to avoid a frontal collision.
"In this way, I see you... he... Mom!" Lu Shangda yelled in angrily.
Because the army of walking corpses under his command had just leaped up, when he was about to cross, he saw a rain of arrows condensed by spirit power coming from behind.
The soul power feathers that formed a beautiful parabola, just like eyes with long eyes, aimed at the walking corpses, and shot them back one by one.
Even if a walking corpse was lucky enough to not be shot in Dantian, he would be overtaken by the sudden black figure and passed by.
When the black shadow disappeared, the blood-colored light in the pupils of the walking corpse had dimmed, completely losing combat power.
"How could this be?" The giant ghost clan's blood-raising corpse's eyes were filled with confusion and incomprehension.
But in the next moment, a sharp spear point in front of him kept approaching, overbearing and arrogant, let alone resisting, there was no time to react.
boom!
The head of this giant ghost tribe's blood-raising corpse was instantly bombarded with a single shot, and the twisting force swept over the corpse, crushing it into pieces of meat.
"Garbage..." Zhao Long flicked his spear, and the blood on the spear tip fell off, speaking contemptuously.
call out! call out!
At this moment, two piercing noises suddenly sounded. The blood-raising corpse, one tall and one short, suddenly burst out at a very fast speed, bullying Zhao Long.
Lowry, Moer!
The patriarchs of the giant ghost tribe and the dwarf ghost tribe have also been refined into blood-raising corpses.
From the bodies of the two nourishing blood corpses, even more terrible pressure filled Lin Qian's expression on the Kowloon Throne: "Life and death state?"
Lin Qian was very familiar with the coercive aura on the blood-raising corpse, and it was very close to the intensity of Gao Yuefei, so he didn't need to think about it.
but……
boom! boom!
Two huge collisions sounded, and the two blood-raising corpses approaching Zhao Long were blown out again, and they stabilized after several feet of retreat.
"What?" In the hall to the north, Lu Shangda stood up incredibly, his pupils full of surprise.
Lowry and Moore are the strongest blood-raising corpses he currently controls, and they have even been upgraded to the life and death state after refining. It stands to reason that this black dragon and silver armor person, but at the ninth-level of the air-breaking realm, how could it be possible to rival the two life-and-death-raising blood corpses?
At the same time, in that mid-air, Zhao Long raised the snow-white long spear in his hand, and pointed the tip of the spear in the direction of the two blood-raising corpses: "It's disappointing, it's so disappointing and angry!"
"With this kind of unruly, cooperative, and combat-powered army, the corpse that is empty but incompetent, dare to offend your majesty and provoke the Chinese Empire!"
"Shame, it's shame, to deal with such goods, a team of five million people is enough, I actually gathered a team of 10 million people!"
Lu Shangda, who controlled Lori and Moer's blood-raising corpse, couldn't speak, but used the scarlet eyes of the blood-raising corpse to look at Lin Qian sitting high on the throne of Kowloon.
Ten million people are already the entire number of their Black-blooded predecessors fighting the Imperial Army at the time, but this is just a small team of the opponent?
There are 10 million people in a small team. How terrifying is the Chinese Empire?
"Who are you... on earth?" Lu Shangda controlled the blood-raising corpse Luoli, looked at Lin Qian solemnly, and asked.
"Didn't you already know?" Lin Qian's golden pupils looked directly at the blood-raising corpse, and the other party quickly turned his eyes to avoid looking at him.
"The emperor of the Chinese Empire!"