The Magus Era - Chapter 1365

Chapter 1365

"You should set a limit for your stupidity . " Standing on the chariot and looking at those people from tens of homeless clans, Ji Hao helplessly shook his head .

These homeless people lived an unsettled life, with nothing to eat or wear, neither did they have a mature cultivation system . If a homeless clan had three to five senior-level warriors, it would be considered as a strong clan .

Ji Hao searched among these homeless people for a long while by using his spirit power . He found thirteen Magus Kings and about three-hundred Senior Magi . And yet, these weak people were actually daring enough to gather together and attempt to kill Si Wen Ming, the chief commander of the flood-control army!

In the army under Si Wen Ming’s command were thousands of Divine Magi, along with countless Magus Kings and Senior Magi . Relatively weaker Senior Magi could only serve as logistics . As the weakest part in this army, even the group of cooks could easily wipe out these homeless people .

Ji Hao didn’t do anything at all . He simply burned the armors and weapons of these people with essence sun fire from the nine dragons chariot . As a result, these people cried and howled, dropped all weapons and took off all armors, giving up on fighting .

Were these people here to die or to amuse the others?

"So weak, not even I want to beat them!" Man Man carried her pair of hammers while looking at these homeless people who had their skins burned by those glowing-red armors . Man Man then yawned lazily .

"Eh, are they hungry? Maybe they came to get some food . " Taisi was suddenly woken up from his dream, curiously popped out his eyes, and looked at these homeless people . Taisi shook his head kindly and sighed, "Being starved never feels good . We have so much meat that they didn’t finish last night . Why don’t we give them some?"

Before Taisi’s voice faded, tens of millions of homeless people twitched instantly . With twisted faced, they raised their heads . The thirteen Magus-king-level leaders burst into heartbreaking howls simultaneously . In a panic, they reached out their hands to seek help from Ji Hao .

Once they burst with the first shout, these homeless people stopped breathing and fell to the ground . Even the thirteen Magus Kings only managed to let out the second howl before they thudded on the ground and died . Dark, sticky blood flew out from their eyes, noses, mouths, and ears, spurting ink fountains and releasing an evil power . Meanwhile, their bodies withered quickly .

Within a couple of breath, all of these homeless people became sticky puddles of poisonous, dark blood .

Puffing noises could be heard without an end as those blood puddles detonated . Dark blood splashed everywhere, melting the rocks and the soils and generating sharp sizzling noises . Soon, meters deep holes were left on the ground .

Ji Hao looked at the ground in shock, which looked like the blood pool in hell . So cruel! If Ji Hao didn’t discover these homeless people and let them break into the campsite, how many warriors would be killed by this massive poisonous blood explosion?

Along with a buzzing noise, the ten floating forts dazzled blindingly, diving down to the campsite while leaving long streams of light in the air . A destructive power was brewing in those flying forts . Obviously, once the ten flying forts broke into the campsite, another massive explosion would start .

Ji Hao gave a raging shout and let out the Pan Gu bell, releasing streams of Chaos power that wrapped up the ten flying forts . Countless metal puppets dazzled as well, marching towards the campsite, with stains of dark blood on their bodies . The dark blood had still been exploding . Once these metal puppets rushed into the campsite, a severe damage would definitely be caused .

Ji Hao cursed out loud in anger . These suicidal metal puppets could truly cause headaches .

The nine dragons chariot shone with a golden light . Fist-thick streams of fiery light were released from the chariot, accurately penetrating the heads of these metal puppets and damaging their cores under the control of Ji Hao’s spirit power .

These metal puppets fell on the ground one after another, turned scorching hot . Some of them even exploded, quaking the earth slightly and sending the dark blood on their bodies in all directions .

People in the campsite were woken up . Those warriors who were lying on the ground in a deep sleep suddenly leaped up . In the past few years, these warriors had been fighting so hard without a rest, and now, following countless commanders’ thunderous voices, they formed battle formations in the timespan of merely one breath .

Battle formations lined up, releasing strong power vibrations . Countless human warriors gripped their weapons, growling rumblingly and waiting for any possible enemy .

Countless green, purple, and blue fires rose into the sky, illuminating the area a hundred miles in radius around the campsite like stars . Tens of thousands of winged dragons flew up and angrily glanced around with their large eyes, which were covered in blood streaks . Their deep roars echoed through the sky .

"Found the enemy, tear them into pieces!" A deep voice resounded across the entire campsite . That was the king of these winged dragon .

Winged dragons roared thunderously, slapped their enormous wings and tore the dark clouds in the sky . Stars sparkled, as bright starlight streams poured down like a splendid waterfall, giving the campsite a multicolored glow .

Si Wen Ming heard the explosive sounds from the outside and the heartbreaking howls from those homeless people before they died . He wanted to walk out of the tent to see what was happening, but suddenly, he heard ghost cries and screams, while a dense dark shadow surrounded him .

From the shadow, he saw the twisted faces of countless human beings covered in blood, shrieking in sadness and hatred . These were the souls of those homeless people who died just now . They died so miserably, as their souls were turned into evil ghosts by a dark magic . At this point in time, their evil power had reached the peak .

The strong evil power released by ten of millions of evil ghosts, which suffered unwanted, sudden death, was nearly tangible . Si Wen Ming was a powerful human being, but he still was almost suffocated by this evil power . He felt like being stuck in a nightmare, unable to move while dreadfully cold strands of power had been drilling into his body, freezing his internal organs and even his mind .

A Yu Clan man walked out of the darkness slowly . This man was wearing a long dark robe . A half of his face was that of a good-looking young man, while the other half was a pale skull . Ordinary people would be terrified by the sight of this Yu Clan man .

Which his broken face, he chuckled towards Si Wen Ming in a high-pitched voice, then slowly pulled out a black dagger from his sleeve . The dagger was shaped like scorpion tail, and was covered in thorns .

"I am Fan Gui…Some people said that I am too ugly, and I look like a ghost . The great Nether Moon, in order to pursue the eternal power of death, is appearance really so important?" Fan Gui laughed with a hissing voice . His entire body was shaking because of the excitement . Slowly putting the dagger against Si Wen Ming’s chest, he continued with a gentle voice, "The hero who beat the flood, hehe, I will pull out your entire soul, then turn your body into the most beautiful zombie!"

With a shrill sword buzz, the Xuanyuan sword rose beside Si Wen Ming’s magic sandbox and released dragon-like golden sword power streams as it lunged towards Fan Gui .