Each piece of armor was engraved with a miniature sword formation. Gu Minghui took out a pulse gun and fired suddenly. The light beam was shattered into light particles three inches away from the armor.

“Automatic defense system, even high-energy lasers can be effectively blocked.”

He whistled: “Even if the old monsters of the Holy Blood Clan focus their fire, it will take them half a day to gnaw at us.”

The sword-feather wings that unfolded at last made all the officers present gasp – they were not mechanical wings at all, but a feather matrix composed of 180,000 miniature lightsabers.

Ye Qingzhou’s mind moved, and three of the flying swords instantly pierced through the target aircraft three kilometers away, with the cuts as smooth as mirrors.

“Each flying sword carries a different principle.”

Gu Minghui leaned in and whispered, “I secretly melted half of the Golden Arrow of Destruction into the core…”

The Heavenly Sword Armor is not an ordinary Yuanling Armor, but a “wearable Heavenly Dao” created by Gu Minghui using the materials of the Golden Arrow of Destruction as a blueprint, materializing the laws of the Dao into golden secret texts, and then using technological means to melt them.

This is due to the great breakthroughs made by Dongji Country in the field of materials science.

Gu Minghui smiled amiably at Ye Qingzhou and said, “Speaking of which, this is all thanks to you. If you hadn’t provided a large amount of divine gold to the Tianji Research Institute, I wouldn’t have been able to conduct a large number of experiments to collect data. After several years of hard work, I finally cracked the law annihilation property of the Golden Arrow of Extermination and extracted its core substance, the Mysterious Entropy Gold, so that it can carry the Golden Scroll Secret Text.”

Afterwards, Gu Minghui introduced the seven functional modules of the Heavenly Sword Armor to Ye Qingzhou one by one: “Inside the armor, each module component has an energy core, and each core is engraved with a complete set of golden sutras, which is equivalent to the embodiment of the seven great laws.”

The Golden Scroll Secret Text does not simply increase combat power, but can temporarily modify the rules of the local world, such as allowing “flame to freeze everything” or “reverse gravity.”

In a special test field 300 meters underground in the Yanmen Military Base, Ye Qingzhou was suspended in the center of the vacuum test chamber.

Gu Minghui’s voice came from outside: “First of all, this thing can theoretically withstand a nuclear explosion, but don’t mess with it…”

“That’s long-winded.”

Ye Qingzhou tapped his temple with his fingertips, and dark golden liquid metal instantly spread from the neck armor to the whole body: “Tianji, activate the full module link.”

“The Sky Sword system is being activated…”

“The adaptation of Yin and Yang Dao is complete…”

“Warning: Unusual energy fluctuations detected…”

“The Taixu Furnace module has been loaded…”

Ye Qingzhou suddenly withdrew his protective qi, and a plasma stream with a temperature of 5000 degrees Celsius was instantly injected into the test chamber.

What was amazing was that when all the energy came into contact with the surface of the armor, it was swallowed up by the dark golden vortex on the chest like rivers flowing into the sea.

“Energy conversion rate 102%?”

The military researchers in the monitoring room widened their eyes in disbelief: “This violates the laws of thermodynamics!”

Gu Minghui chuckled as he chewed on an energy bar and said, “The Taixu Furnace consumes ‘conceptual energy’, drawing energy directly from the spirit world. In theory, the fuel is endless.”

“The Sword Scale Emperor Armor module has been loaded…”

Twenty automatic turrets suddenly opened fire. The moment the latest armor-piercing bullets touched Ye Qingzhou’s skin, one hundred and eighty thousand scales glowed simultaneously.

The bullets actually disintegrated and reassembled in mid-air, turning into metal petals that fell down one after another.

“Nano-scale sword formation.”

Ye Qingzhou pinched a “petal” and found that its edge was sharp enough to cut atoms, almost like a two-dimensional space slash. He couldn’t help but exclaimed: “It’s quite interesting.”

“The Sword Feather Sky Wing module has been loaded…”

As Ye Qingzhou’s thoughts moved slightly, the light wings behind him suddenly spread out, and he began to test the third set of functional modules of the Tianjian Battle Armor.

One hundred and eighty thousand miniature lightsabers poured down like a galaxy, completing the following actions within one ten-thousandth of a second:
First, it forms a cone to break through the atmosphere, then it creates the word “chaos” in the stratosphere, and finally it returns to form wings in an instant and starts the flight mode. Its maximum speed reaches Mach 100!
When the test reached the fourth group of “Eye of Time” modules, an abnormality suddenly occurred.

Ye Qingzhou had just activated the 3-second time reversal function when the power system of the entire base suddenly returned to its pre-startup state.

What’s even more bizarre is that there is a double image of Gu Minghui on the surveillance screen – another “him” is sneering outside the screen.

“Stop! Stop now!”

The real Gu Minghui smashed the emergency brake button: “Someone is tampering with the timeline!”

In the chaos, a strange electronic voice suddenly came from the armor: “A Heaven-level threat has been detected…”

“Forcefully activate the seventh hidden module – the Heavenly Punishment Sword!”

Before Ye Qingzhou could react, the armor had already moved autonomously. His left hand turned into a particle cannon that blasted through the dome of the base. His right arm reorganized into a high-energy light blade, and a triple wheel of laws appeared behind it – operating the laws of life and death, yin and yang, and truth and illusion respectively.

It was obvious that the Heavenly Sword Battle Armor was out of control. It wanted to give birth to its own consciousness and even wanted to retaliate against its master Ye Qingzhou.

“The divine object has spirit, not bad, not bad. I like this Yuanling battle armor more and more.”

Ye Qingzhou calmly held down the restless armor: “Even my Hunyuan Dao Body can be temporarily suppressed?”

He suddenly sneered, and a grayish-white aura surged around him.

Under everyone’s horrified gaze, the runaway Heavenly Sword Battle Armor was forcibly suppressed back to a docile state.

Gu Minghui wiped the sweat off his face and handed over the data tablet: “The basic functions are up to standard, but…”

He pointed to the last abnormal data and reminded Ye Qingzhou solemnly, “The program that was activated just now was definitely not the one we wrote.”

Ye Qingzhou stroked the armor thoughtfully: “After it came into contact with my Yin-Yang Dao, it evolved its own consciousness.”

He suddenly crushed the liquid metal that was trying to wrap around his wrist, “But now you’re behaving yourself.”

“This is more than just a battle armor.”

Gu Minghui then wrote the following sentence in his experiment log: “It is the prototype of the artificial heavenly way – when the seven sets of golden scrolls are perfectly integrated, the wearer will temporarily become a ‘living god’.”

Ye Qingzhou smiled calmly: “You should mark it as a power that only a martial god can control. A fool will only become a slave to this armor, or even a consumable.”

When Ye Qingzhou finished the test, Yun Yuan stepped forward and whispered, “Boss, we found the person.”

“where?”

“The capital of the Edif Theocracy, the land of Canaan.”

“It’s time to announce my return with a grand death.”

The murderous intent in Ye Qingzhou’s eyes almost overflowed.

…………

Fertile Crescent – Western Frontier
The bloody setting sun enveloped the scorching battlefield, smoke and dust intertwined, and the earth cracked in the tremors.

The warriors of the Order of Night were dressed in dark robes and held crude scimitars and rifles in their hands, but they were surrounded by the dark power of night as they charged – that was the “Dark Corrosion” bestowed by the God of Night, which could corrode steel and devour fire.

“For Ye Shen! For freedom!”

Amid roars, tens of thousands of Crescent people surged toward the defense lines of the Edif Theocracy like a tide.

Although their weapons were made from scraps, with the blessing of divine power, each strike had the power to tear the earth apart.

The army of the Edif Theocracy was well-equipped, and the blood-transformed warriors possessed combat power comparable to that of professional martial artists. However, facing the human wave tactics of the Crescent People and the blessing of the Night God, they were still beaten back.

The iron chariot was corroded by the magic of the night and turned into scrap iron.

The regenerative ability that the Holy Blood Warriors were proud of was ineffective under the power of dark erosion, and the wounds could not heal.

The aerial gunship was obscured by the dark sky summoned by the Crescent Moon Priest and crashed into the wilderness.

“Retreat! Ask for help from Canaan!” Edifer’s commander screamed, but there was only rustling noise in the communication channel – the power of night interfered with all signals.

Just as Edifer’s army was about to collapse, the sky suddenly darkened.

It was not the dark sky of the Night Cult, but a more terrifying and suffocating oppression.

“Noisy.”

A cold voice resounded throughout the battlefield, and the movements of all the Crescent Warriors suddenly stopped, as if their throats were strangled by an invisible force, and they could no longer make any sound.

next second…

Phew~puff~puff~
On the battlefield, thousands of soldiers of the Night Cult exploded and died without any warning, and their blood and flesh fell like rain.

“The Holy… Holy Ancestor has arrived!”

Edifer’s soldiers knelt on the ground, trembling.

In the void, a figure slowly emerged. It was the seventh holy king Salmas who had just awakened from the golden coffin.

His lips were stitched shut with blood, so he couldn’t speak. But in the minds of every citizen of the New Moon, his whispers echoed: “Who allowed you to… resist the truth?”

Salmas raised his hand and tapped his fingertips.

The magic of night was forcibly stripped away and dissipated into black mist.

The dark sky was like a fragile veil, torn apart by an invisible force.

The Crescent Moon Priests suddenly began to bleed from all seven orifices, the divine power in their bodies was drained away, and turned against themselves.

“No…impossible…”

The High Priest of the Night Cult fell to his knees, looking at his dry hands in despair. “The power of the Night God… has been taken away?”

Salmas did not answer, but scanned the battlefield indifferently, then whispered: “Destroy.”

As soon as the word came out, the ground of the entire battlefield suddenly collapsed, and tens of thousands of Crescent Moon soldiers were crushed into bloody mud before they could even scream.

The battlefield fell into dead silence, with only the sound of the wind howling.

Salmas was suspended in the air, his gaze cast towards the Crescent Holy Mountain in the distance, which was the source of the faith in the God of Night.

“A false god is a false god. Your followers are just as vulnerable as you are. You are so weak.”

His voice rang directly into the souls of Night God’s followers: “If you want revenge, let your god come to see me in person.”

After saying this, his figure slowly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

But the western border of the Fertile Crescent has turned into a sea of ​​blood.

…………

The black veil moved without wind. The Night God sat on the throne intertwined with shadows. His face was looming under the veil, and only his eyes like the abyss flowed with the brilliance of annihilated stars.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the handrail, and every touch caused the shadow of the entire temple to tremble.

The Saint of Night knelt at the bottom of the stairs, her silver hair falling like a waterfall, her voice filled with suppressed anger: “Night God, Salmas slaughtered tens of thousands of my people, why did you…”

“Why don’t you take action?”

Ye Shen’s voice was ethereal and cold, as if it came from the distant starry sky, “Because I can’t kill him now.”

The Night Goddess slowly raised her hand, and a ray of dark divine power gathered in her palm, but it suddenly dissipated when it was about to take shape – that was the residual influence of Salmas’ “Law of Gab”.

“My divine power has not yet recovered to its peak.”

She said calmly, “Besides, a mere Blood Clan Saint King is not worth my personal efforts.”

The Saint of the Night raised her head: “Then the Edifu Theocracy…”

“What scares me is never those ridiculous Holy Blood Clan.”

The Night God’s gaze penetrated the void, as if he saw a scene from thousands of years ago: “But the Blood God behind them.”

Her fingertips unconsciously stroked her neck – there was an almost invisible thin mark there.

The sword that destroyed the Emperor not only cut off her head, but also half of her godhead, so half of her authority fell into the hands of the Blood God. That’s why Salmas was able to block the transmission of her Crescent Moon divine power today.

After a long silence, Ye Shen suddenly stood up, and the dark patterns on his gorgeous clothes flowed like a living thing.

“Pass the order.”

Her voice echoed throughout the royal court, and all shadows bowed to it.

“Within three days, all city-states in the Fertile Crescent must surrender. Those who violate the rules will be exterminated.”

“Wake up the sleeping ‘Dark Moon Knights’. I want them to sweep across the Eastern Desert.”

“Build the ‘Altar of Eternal Night’ on the Holy Mountain to gather the power of faith.”

The Saint of the Night respectfully accepted the order, but could not help but ask, “What about the Edifu Theocracy…”

Ye Shen chuckled, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corners of his lips under the veil: “Let those vampires live for a while.”

“When I regain my godhood…”

She raised her hand, and the shadow of the entire royal court suddenly boiled over, transforming into a giant dark blade that spanned the sky and earth, pointing far away to the west.

“That is when the Blood God faith is completely expelled from this land.”

At this moment, in the Eternal Night Hall, the shadows retreated like a tide, and a slender figure walked into the hall in the moonlight.

With every step he took, gray and white chaotic Taoist patterns appeared on the ground, and the magic of the Night God’s followers actually disintegrated within three feet around him.

“I heard you want to deal with the Edif Theocracy?”

Ye Qingzhou raised his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips: “Long time no see, Sophia.”

“Bold!”

The Saint of Night shouted fiercely, the power of dark erosion gathered in her palm, and angrily said to Ye Qingzhou: “How dare you, you idiot, call the Night God by his name!”

“Stand back.”

The voice of the Night God was as light as a sigh, but it instantly froze the shadows of the entire hall. She slowly stood up, her veil fluttering without wind: “The one standing before you is also a god.”

The believers were horrified and fell to their knees.

Night God Sophia stared at Ye Qingzhou, her deep eyes rippled: “After we parted, I heard about your death.”

As she spoke, she stroked the armrest of the throne with her fingertips and walked towards Ye Qingzhou, her eyes filled with joy of reunion after a long separation: “I thought we would never meet again.”

Ye Qingzhou chuckled: “The fact that I can appear in front of you today proves that I have defeated death, doesn’t it?”

He glanced at the faint sword scar on her neck, “But you, the godhead that was cut off by the Emperor of Destruction… haven’t you recovered it yet?”

Sophia’s veil moved slightly: “So, now I need the blood of the Edif Theocracy.”

“It just so happens that I am also planning to cause trouble for those vampires. No one in this world can take my things without paying a price.”

The afterimage of the Heavenly Sword Armor appeared in Ye Qingzhou’s palm: “Now, it’s my turn to take their lives.” (End of this chapter)