Lord of the Truth

Chapter 930: Chicken head

Chapter 930: Chicken head

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*Boom* *Boom* *Boom*

"He's coming again!!"

*ROOAAARRR*!!

A vicious circle of attack and defense, burning and taking punches, avoiding the purple clouds, and fleeing...

No one knew if morning had come from the abundance of purple clouds, and no one knew if night had fallen from the intensity of the blue flames.

"You want to bring down my partner? You'll have to get past me first!!" Faced with the threat of high-level martial emperors, Hulak jumped between their group like a bull and started punching left and right, and he would most likely remain in this state until Crixus could turn around and come back to launch another raid, which would take some time due to his tremendous speed and huge body...

"Focus on his left arm!!" One of Marshal Celipus's close assistants shouted at the top of his voice and then proceeded first.

Completely destroying Hulak proved impossible after experiencing his incredible physical strength and the unclassifiable armor he wore, so the 300 guards began devising all sorts of ambushes and plots to harm him by any means, and today would be no exception.

After the assistant marshal's shout, around 100 Emperors began attacking Hulak from all directions as a distraction, and then another 50 focused on his left arm alone, even if they didn't completely destroy it, they would at least render it immobile for the rest of the day! However: "KAAAA!!" The shield attached to Hulak's body emitted blue purgatory flames for ten meters in all directions, forcing everyone to retreat screaming in pain.

He then rushed to the left with all his strength, breaking through all the ranks and punching Marshal Celebus's assistant, sending him flying, and spitting blood.

"Huff... Huff..." After taking a deep breath, Hulak quickly glanced left and right to assess the situation.

Since the pursuit of Martial Celebus and the 300 Guardians began until today, the battle has almost never stopped. During the two weeks, they had been trying to reach the location of the Planet Spirit, they had not stopped flying, and Hulak and his mount had not stopped raining attacks on them.

Of course, after they had moved away from their armies to a safe distance, the Marshal thought that he could now outnumber Hulak and kill him, so he stopped and surrounded him with 300 guardians, all of whom were mid-level or high-level martial emperors, but Hulak managed to injure a number of them and retreat safely!

Now, after they reached the Northern Edge Mountain and the Marshal entered the library of the Second Heaven's Chosen, where the planet's spirit lay, the 300 guards surrounded the library to protect them and fortified the area, they actually thought that the game was over... except that crazy bastard came back again and jumped among them like a lion who found a group of sheep.

He just withdraws whenever his energy runs out to go and eat something, heal himself and regain his energy then returns to pick a fight again, and of course, for a person who broke the physical limits of the body's strength, these things took almost no time, meaning they have been in continuous battles for weeks!!

*Swoosh* *Swoosh*

The assistant marshal spat out blood from his mouth and flew to Hulak again, "Hulak, the King of the North, listen to the advice and surrender before it's too late, this strength of yours deserves to see the middle planetary belt, not to be buried here."

His voice was full of strength, but his eyes were shaking, hoping in his heart that Hulak would agree to surrender so that this madness would stop.

Around the tired Hulak, the guards gathered again, nearly 150 of them, all full of burns and crushed faces, but also full of energy and hatred.

Hulak and Crixus' attacks were deadly enough, but they were neither weak nor few. Hulak and Crixus had to distribute their power equally, otherwise if they focused on one person they would be bombarded with attacks from everywhere else. So during the past period, Hulak only managed to kill 7 people, while Crixus burned 6 others, and the rest resisted by dividing themselves into two groups to be able to confront these two.

"Hoof... Hoof... Hehehe~" In the midst of nearly 150 martial emperors, Hulak started laughing, "You're trying this foolishness again? Me joining you? I'll say it one last time, I'd rather be a chicken's head than a dragon's ass, it's either me or you on Nihari's back!!"

In front of Hulak's arrogant words, the assistant marshal with the many broken bones and burned napes couldn't hold back his hatred any longer: "You're just a fool who only sees under your feet, even if we leave, will the True Beginning Empire leave you? Even if they leave, do you think a planet like this will survive the eyes of ALL the other empires of the Young Belt? Even if you have the luck of all your ancestors and survive for the remaining 70 thousand or so years, do you think you'll survive in the middle planetary belt? Our supreme lord can step on you as you step on a cockroach, no, even his generals can kill you with a slap!"

Hulak's eyebrows twitched slightly, it was clear that the assistant marshal's words had affected him a bit, "...I can fight all of you with my current strength, so what if I was given 50 thousand years? Then even the Overlord would be no match for me!"

"Idiot!! You've spent thousands of years trying to refine the planet's spirit, why couldn't you? You haven't used any of your refinement in this huge battle yet, which means it's still very little! It's clear that the planet's spirit doesn't want you, it sees you for who you really are, a delusional idiot who will drag the planet toward inevitable destruction!" The Marshal's assistant pointed at Hulak angrily, "In fifty thousand years, you'll be as strong as the Overlord? Where will you get that lifespan from, you loser? At your current pace, it might take you 500 thousand years to finish the refinment!"

"...!!!" Hulak raised his eyebrows to their fullest, then shouted and punched forward again, "?????!!"

*Paam*

"Pfftttt!" The Marshal's assistant once again found himself stuck to the mountain, this time his right cheekbone completely destroyed, so he sat up with difficulty and pointed at Hulakin a voice that was difficult to understand, "Damn it, Kill him! Kill that damn chicken head!!"

*Bam* *Bam* *Bam* *Bam*

Again, nearly 150 emperors started using their epic weapons to attack randomly, it seemed that the day would continue like any other.

"KAAAA!!!!"