Almote walked on foot on the Great Wilderness, as though he was the only one left in the vast world.
His footsteps were firm and powerful, as though he would not stop until he reached the destination in his heart.
He had been trekking here for three days and three nights without any water or food, but he did not feel tired or weak at all. He was still full of energy, just like when he set off, full of energy.
His trip this time was recorded in the records of the Protectorate.
However, according to the description of the purpose of his trip, he was hunting a legendary spiritual creature.
This was a beautiful creature that he had long taken a fancy to.
As long as he accomplished his goal, he could bring it back.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear a trembling sound, like rolling thunder. He couldn't help but raise his head to look. He saw a stream of light passing through the sky above. However, after the light went far away, it suddenly turned around and flew back. Soon after, it turned into a white light pillar that descended from the sky and crashed onto the ground.
When the light dispersed, Zhang Yu held the Xia Sword in his hand. His sleeves fluttered as he walked out of the billowing smoke and dust. His face under the hood lifted slightly and said, "Ning Kunlun?"
Almote looked at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes, saying, "I prefer you to call me Almote, you are … Zhang Yu?"
Zhang Yu said, "That's me."
Just now when he was flying in the sky, he saw this person wearing the clothes of the Army of God walking on the plains. Although he had not seen Almote before, he guessed his identity at first glance.
He said, "You appeared here for a reason, could it be that you came to find me?"
Almote did not deny it, he said in a low voice, "Yes, your existence is a stumbling block on the road to the rise of the An people," he clenched his fist, "I'm sorry, you can't live."
Zhang Yu nodded slightly, saying, "If you say that my existence hinders the Army of God, I can understand, but you say the An people, what do you mean?"
Almotai's expression slowly became serious. He said, "We, the Ahn people, are great. We were once the rulers of several epochs, but now we've been enslaved by you people of Tianxia. We need to regain our glory, so we can't let you people of Tianxia suppress us anymore."
Zhang Yu looked at him for a moment, saying lightly, "If the An people want to find the so-called 'glory', then go ahead. What does it have to do with the Tianxia people?"
Almote said seriously, "But the Tianxia people took our things, shouldn't you return them?"
Zhang Yu asked, "What things?"
Almote said in a low voice, "The ancient knowledge accumulated by the An people for many eras, you Tianxia people obtained this and became as powerful as you are now, but you hid the truth, saying that this was created by you."
He looked at Zhang Yu and said seriously, "Maybe you don't know the truth, if you are willing to help us, then when the An people restore order and reunify the world, you and your people will have a place."
Zhang Yu could not help but shake his head, he knew at once that Almote's so-called "An people history" should be borrowed from the Tianxia people's explanation of the world, plus some of the indigenous epic chapters, and pieced it together.
This was because before the arrival of the Tianxia people, the Anren people simply didn't have the concept of "epochs". Their understanding of the world stopped at this piece of land beneath their feet, to the point that it was only west of Mount An.
As long as one looked at the An people's primitive knot records, and the bark records of the other indigenous people, one would know that their ancestors' description of themselves was completely different from what Almote said.
But the other party obviously believed in his words, and had turned into a spiritual pillar of his own, so he did not try to persuade the other party. What the other party believed in, no matter what you said, it was useless.
But putting aside the ignorance and shallowness of the thought, the other party's strength was real, and in that almost perfect body, there was an explosive power hidden.
Because he knew that sooner or later he would be an enemy, he had learned about the four major generals of the Army of God from various channels.
Almote lived a simple life, every day he only ate some food and some water, every day except for training himself, there was nothing else to do, living a life more like a cultivator than a cultivator.
This was not unrelated to the divine robe he wore.
This divine robe came from the "Beauty God".
Every person in the Army of God who inherited the divine robe, their strength was based on the upper limit of the god, and whether the person wearing the divine robe was compatible with the divine robe itself.
This divine robe had existed for a long time, but before this person, the person who wore it could not exert much strength, at most the appearance became a little better.
But when Ning Kunlun, also known as Almote, wore this divine robe, he was perfectly compatible with it, causing his strength to continuously rise in just a few years, and he defeated the original Left Army Marquis Chi Shou in a duel a few years ago.
If the soldiers of the Army of God were perfectly compatible with their own divine robe, then it was possible to assimilate the divine robe, and then the person would become a new god, and would not be bound by the original divine robe.
As for Almortez, he was considered to be the most likely person to achieve this.
Under the sky.
Two people stood face to face, facing each other from a distance.
On one side of them was the magnificent An Mountain Range, and the wind from the Great Plains was constantly blowing, causing fine gravel to roll on the ground.
At this moment, Almote was looking at Zhang Yu, and he could feel that this was an incomparably powerful enemy, and the strength that the other party had shown was on a completely different level from the previous intelligence.
But he still believed that the final victory of this battle would still belong to him.
Because he had the power of the Beauty God!
The beauty here did not refer to the beauty of the appearance, but the meaning of perfection, without flaws, without shortcomings, and when all these were combined, then anyone who was inferior to him in a certain aspect would not be his opponent!
He clenched his fist, exerted strength in his feet, and punched toward Zhang Yu with a loud bang!
And because his speed was really too fast, there seemed to be no process at all, and he was already in front of Zhang Yu in a flash.
Zhang Yu raised his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and put it up.
Boom!
As if two meteors had collided, there was a huge sound, and there was an unceasing flash of light.
White light undulated on Zhang Yu's body, and he stood there steadily, using only one hand to receive this attack. When he broke through the limits of the human body and entered the Spiritual Chapter, he reached a whole new level.
Almote was somewhat astonished. Ever since he had defeated Chi Shou to take the position, he had never seen anyone who could directly receive his punch.
At this moment, the white light on Zhang Yu's body suddenly surged, expanding outwards.
Golden light also flickered on Almote's body, and the two's spiritual lights constantly collided, surging, and repelling each other, and constantly pushing each other away.
After another burst of light surged, the two of them each retreated a certain distance.
After this contact between Zhang Yu and Almote, he more or less understood this person's characteristics.
This person was like the Divine Son Ku Tai, who he had encountered. He had a perfect defense, and any injury he suffered would be transmitted to the rest of his body. Without the ability to kill with a single blow, it would be impossible to kill him.
However, he was different from the Divine Son Ku Tai. When Almote received an external attack, he did not need to prepare in advance, and it was completely in a state of instinct.
Not only that, even his attacks could burst forth with all of his strength at a single point.
Perhaps when his strength was divided, it was not that great, but when it was gathered in one place, it far exceeded the normal limits of an opponent of the same level.
In addition, his speed, reaction, and tenacity were not inferior to his strength. It could be said that he was close to perfection.
However, there was no such thing as true perfection in the world.
He took a deep breath, and a white light flashed on his body. His sleeves fluttered, and he slowly floated up, moving towards the sky.
Almote raised his head, and looked at him without blinking. After a moment, he said to himself, "I think I understand a little." He spread his arms outwards, as if he was hugging the sun, and then … his body slowly left the ground, and his legs closed together, also rising up.
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