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60: Chapter 60 Three Thousand Golden Armored Warriors Cross the Ocean”Approved!”

This single word, though not loud, seemed like the switch for some ancient decree.

Before the air inside the Kunlun Palace could even tremble, the suspended bronze ancient mirror, the ’Mirror of Retribution,’ suddenly let out a dragon-like hum.

The Karma red line, originally as thin as a strand of hair and connecting to the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, was instantly injected with endless golden Divine Power and violently surged.

It was no longer a single line.

It spread out, transforming into an illusory golden bridge spanning half of the Blue Star.

The bridge deck was wide enough to accommodate thousands of troops marching abreast. The golden light was not static; it flowed like molten lava, or like historical golden sand settled from the long river of countless years, with every grain engraved with an unyielding will.

Southwest border, Luofeng Slope.

The three thousand heroic spirits obeyed orders instantly.

Zhao Tiezhu floated in mid-air. He didn’t know when he had arrived here from Boundary Marker Line No. 77.

At this moment, he twirled his energy long saber, executing a beautiful flourish. His semi-transparent dark face showed excitement: ”I’ve long heard of the Falcon Legion’s name. It is finally an honor to fight alongside you!”

The commander of the Falcon Legion, standing at the front of the formation—a man whose face was always stern—merely lowered his cap brim silently, but this did not stop the slight smile forming on his lips.

He sharply swung his saber, the blade pointing toward the golden bridge extending from the Void Realm.

”All troops, heed my order!”

”Target: Western Atlantic Ocean, coordinates locked!”

”Except for the leaders, who must be taken alive—all others who obstruct us—”

The Legion Commander paused briefly, then spat out one chilling word: ”Kill!”

”Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Three thousand six hundred and twenty-one heroic spirits stepped forward simultaneously.

There was no uniform sound of footsteps, as they were spiritual bodies. As their feet touched the golden bridge, they stirred up circles of golden ripples. However, the Evil Qi of an army charging into battle was more terrifying than any material vibration.

The golden bridge seemed to possess the divine effect of shrinking the ground to an inch.

The moment the great army stepped onto the bridge deck, their figures stretched into streaks of flowing light, shuttling rapidly across the sky.

Survivors, refugees, and garrison troops on the ground, as long as they looked up at this moment, could witness the incredible scene: the thick, gloomy apocalyptic dark clouds overhead were forcibly split open by a golden canyon. Countless semi-transparent figures clad in golden armor rushed westward like flowing light, advancing with the unstoppable momentum of Hou Yi shooting down the suns.

...

Above the ruins of Cairo, Egypt.

An S-Rank mutated creature, the ’Lich Pharaoh,’ wrapped entirely in rotting bandages and comparable in size to a skyscraper, was perched atop the largest pyramid, greedily devouring the energy lingering between heaven and earth.

In this region, it was the absolute overlord; all mutated beasts within a five-hundred-kilometer radius had to act according to its mood.

Suddenly, it felt the perpetually gray sky above become somewhat glaring.

The Lich Pharaoh angrily raised its gigantic, withered head, wanting to see which reckless fool dared to fly above its head.

Then, it saw a sight it would never forget in its life—even after its brain capacity had shrunk due to mutation.

The sky had split open.

A golden river of wrath spanned the firmament, dividing heaven and earth in two.

Above that river, a dense army was galloping past with the Aura of crushing everything and slaying gods and Buddhas alike.

Just a trace of the overflowing Aura caused dozens of bandages on the S-Rank overlord to instantly snap. This was not suppression based on biological Rank; it was a dimensional strike from the level of ’Rules.’

These people did not belong to the ’present,’ nor did they belong to the ’past.’ They were gods and demons walking in the crack between life and death, wielding slaughter!

The Lich Pharaoh’s meager remaining instincts screamed a warning: Do not move! Move and you die!

So, it acted quite cautiously. Its massive body instantly coiled into a giant ball of flesh in an extremely comical posture, even using its two huge claws to tightly cover its eyes, attempting to disguise itself as a large piece of weathered rock.

But just as the heroic spirit army roared past, a Young Soldier at the rear of the formation seemed to glimpse the foul-smelling mass below. He frowned, thinking the thing was too ugly and offensive to the eye, so he casually tossed an energy spear from his hand downward.

”Pfft.”

It was like a red-hot tungsten rod piercing a thin layer of wet tissue paper.

A transparent hole instantly appeared on the incomparably hard skull of the Lich Pharaoh. It didn’t even have time to scream before its massive body was washed away by the golden energy, turning into flying ash and dissipating in the wind.

The golden bridge did not stop; it continued westward.

It crossed the Mediterranean Sea and passed the Strait of Gibraltar.

The cliffs of the strait, once called the ’Pillars of Hercules,’ had long since crumbled in the storms of the apocalypse, but at this moment, the radiance of the golden bridge was even brighter and more majestic than the legendary divine pillars.

On the sea surface, countless deep-sea behemoths that were originally stirring up waves felt the terrifying pressure sweeping overhead. One by one, they scrambled to burrow into the deep-sea trenches like startled quails, not daring to even let out a bubble. The previously boiling sea surface became as quiet as a mirror at this moment.

This was the current Dragon Summer heroic spirits.

Ghosts and demons retreat, all evil is repelled.

They go to the underworld to recruit old troops; with a hundred thousand banners, they will slay Yama!

...

Five hundred meters underwater in the Atlantic Ocean.

Inside the nuclear submarine ’zeus,’ the atmosphere had frozen to the absolute zero point.

The originally luxurious command cabin now resembled a death row cell awaiting judgment.

Old Ross stared intently at the red wine glass.

The red line inside the glass was still trembling, and the terrifying will from the East was inching its way in along this line.

In a daze, he saw countless golden-armored divine generals crossing the bridge toward him.

”Professor Merlin! Are you done yet?!” Old Ross’s voice was sharp and somewhat distorted, completely lacking the composure of a Western financial magnate.

In one corner of the command cabin, an old man wearing complex ceremonial robes and holding a staff made of an unknown beast bone opened his eyes.

He was Merlin, the chief Archmage highly revered and compensated by the Ark Alliance.

This old man, hailed in Western arcane circles as ’God’s Left Hand,’ also had a grim expression, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

”Stop rushing me, it’ll be ready soon!” Merlin cursed under his breath and slammed his bone staff onto the floor.

”Buzz—”

A faint purple magic light screen instantly enveloped the entire command cabin.

Countless bizarre runes traveled across the screen.

The ’Void Banishment Spell’ from Western Black Magic was reputed to be able to permanently exile all spiritual entities into the turbulent flow of time and space.

”Don’t worry, Mr. Ross,” Merlin wiped the sweat from his forehead, his tone regaining some arrogance. ”The so-called ’Heroic Spirits’ from the East are merely residual magnetic fields that haven’t dissipated yet. In my Void Barrier, one will die for every one that enters.”

Simultaneously, the submarine’s physical defenses were fully activated.

Heavy blast doors descended, and dozens of fully armed ’Tyrant’-class modified human soldiers blocked the doorway.

They were not holding ordinary firearms, but the Ark Alliance’s latest ’Psionic Gauss Rifles.’ Their magazines were loaded with special projectiles forged from a mixture of holy silver and depleted uranium alloy, specifically designed to deal with non-corporeal beings.

Technology and magic had achieved perfect unity on this submarine.

This was the basis for Old Ross daring to provoke Dragon Summer.

”I refuse to believe...” Old Ross gritted his teeth, staring at the red line, ”that even across half the globe, you can still reach us here!”

As soon as the words fell.

”Crack.”

A crisp sound.

It wasn’t the wine glass shattering.

It was the titanium alloy hull of the submarine, capable of withstanding a nuclear blast impact, emitting a mournful cry of being overloaded.

The main screen displaying the external monitoring in the command cabin suddenly went black, immediately followed by a grating sound that made everyone’s teeth ache—the sound of metal being forcibly torn apart.

The slender red line acted just like the invisible head of a zipper.

It pulled gently.

”Riiiiip—!”

The proud armor plates and the magically inscribed inner walls of the ’zeus’ curled up and flipped open to both sides as if they were made of paper.

There was no terrifying scene of seawater rushing in as expected.

Because a layer of brilliant and domineering golden radiance, like a divine barrier, forcibly held back the terrifying pressure of several hundred atmospheres of water from the deep sea.

A two-meter-diameter hole appeared between the submarine’s interior and the deep sea.

A semi-transparent head wearing a golden war helmet poked brazenly through the opening.

Zhao Tiezhu looked left and right, his gaze sweeping over the terrified Westerners, finally settling on Old Ross’s pale face.

He grinned, revealing a set of illusory white teeth.

”Oh, quite lively here? Having a party?”