20demayo Chapter 551 Before the Tower of Babel
Chapter 551 Before the Tower of Babel
The plaza in front of the Tower of Babel was packed with people.
The flags of the various factions fluttered in the wind.
Sunlight streamed down from above, shining on the flags, the armor, and the blades, reflecting a blinding light.
The air was filled with the smells of sweat, rust, and a hint of tension.
The leaders of the major powers personally led their teams, bringing along their respective elites.
Because of Lin Chen's repeated visits, they dared not hide anything.
The Kunlun Domain's troops were dressed in white, like a white cloud.
Thousands of people stood in a square formation, their clothes so white they shone, as if they had just walked out of the snow.
Jiang Xuan stood at the very front, hands behind his back, his gaze steady, his white robe fluttering gently in the wind.
Behind him stood Xiao Yi and several elders, followed by dozens of core disciples, all standing ramrod straight with their eyes fixed straight ahead.
Some people whispered among themselves, "Kunlun Domain has brought out all its resources this time, even several of its Supreme Elders who have been in seclusion for many years have come."
The person next to him nodded: "That's right, I heard it hasn't left the mountain for five hundred years."
The procession from Penglai Island wore blue robes, resembling a blue sea.
Long Zaitian smiled and looked very relaxed.
Several elders and thousands of elite disciples stood behind him.
Some people held jade boxes in their hands, some had gourds hanging from their waists, and some carried array plates on their backs.
A young disciple whispered to his senior brother beside him, "Senior brother, do you think we'll be able to come back alive this time?"
His senior glared at him: "Shut up."
The young disciple shrank back, not daring to say anything more.
Long Zaitian glanced back at them but said nothing.
The Qingyun Sect's group, dressed in gray, resembled a gray mountain.
Qingyunzi held a whisk in his hand, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, his white beard fluttering in front of his chest.
Behind him stood several elders and a dozen or so disciples, some carrying swords, some holding books, and some holding whisks.
A disciple whispered, "Sect Leader, can Young Master Lin really lead us to victory?"
Qingyunzi turned and glanced at him, then smiled: "What do you think?"
The disciple thought for a moment, then scratched his head: "I think it's possible."
Qingyunzi sighed inwardly and said nothing more.
The Heavenly Sword Pavilion's team was dressed in black, resembling a sheet of black iron.
Jian Junzi and Jian Shisan stood side by side, neither of them speaking, just standing there like two swords stuck in the ground.
Behind him stood thousands of disciples, all dressed in black, with long swords at their waists and expressionless faces.
The procession from Mount Sumeru wore golden robes, like a golden ray of light.
Abbot Xuanci clasped his hands together, chanting Buddhist scriptures in a deep, resonant voice, like the distant sound of a bell.
Behind him stood Master Xukong, Wuming, Wujing, and a thousand monks.
Some people had their eyes closed, some had their heads bowed, and some were fiddling with prayer beads.
A young monk asked in a low voice, "Master, are we really going to kill someone?"
The old monk glanced at him and calmly said, "It's not about killing, it's about exorcising demons."
The delegations from the four dynasties were dressed in robes of various colors.
The Great Zhou Emperor's entourage was dressed entirely in black, so black it shone, like a flock of crows.
The Emperor of Great Zhou stood at the very front, his face grim, with dozens of golden-armored guards standing behind him.
A guard whispered, "Your Majesty, you don't look well."
The Emperor of Great Zhou snorted coldly: "I am perfectly fine."
The Emperor of Great Xia's entourage was dressed entirely in white, so white it was almost blinding.
The Emperor of Great Xia smiled broadly, with dozens of palace maids and eunuchs standing behind him.
A eunuch said in a shrill voice, "Your Majesty, isn't it inappropriate for us to bring so many palace maids?"
The Emperor of Great Xia chuckled, "What's inappropriate about it? Young Master Lin enjoys looking at beautiful women."
The eunuch fell silent.
The Qin emperor's entourage was clad in heavy black armor.
The Qin emperor rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, with several royal attendants and generals standing behind him.
A general whispered, "Your Majesty, shouldn't we polish our armor?"
The Qin emperor glanced at the general: "Not dirty."
The general said, "But the White-Robed Army of the Great Xia Emperor is very clean."
The Emperor of Qin glared at him: "Did you come here to fight a war or to compete in beauty?"
The general shut up.
The Shang emperor's entourage wore purple brocade robes, exuding wealth and nobility.
The Shang emperor held a teacup, with several pot-bellied merchants standing behind him.
A merchant whispered, "Your Majesty, isn't it inappropriate to bring us along on this occasion?"
The Shang emperor took a sip of tea: "What's inappropriate about it? Wars cost money, and money should be spent by merchants."
The merchant nodded: "Your Majesty is wise."
The troops from the Southern Wilderness Demon Kingdom were dressed in animal skins; each of them was burly and muscular, as if they were about to burst through the skins.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons stood at the very front, like a moving mountain, with dozens of demon cultivators behind him, some with horns, some with tails, and some with scales.
Someone muttered under their breath, "These transformed monsters are terrifying to look at."
The person next to him pulled him back: "Keep your voice down, they can hear you very well."
The demon cultivator turned around, glanced at him, grinned, and revealed a set of sharp teeth.
The man was so frightened that he took a step back.
The Northern Desert Flame Empire's troops, dressed in red fur robes, resembled a vast sea of fire.
The Flame Empress stood at the very front, her gaze fixed on the high platform and on the person who had not yet appeared.
She wore a red phoenix robe and a phoenix crown, her face was alluring, and her temperament was noble, like a burning flame.
Someone whispered, "The Flame Empress is so beautiful."
The person next to her scoffed, "What's the use of being beautiful? She's Young Master Lin's woman."
The man immediately shut his mouth.
The troops of the Western Sands Empire wore golden battle robes, resembling a sheet of golden sand.
The King of Jinsha stood at the front, a golden sword hanging at his waist, his face resolute. Behind him stood dozens of golden-armored guards, holding gleaming golden weapons in their hands.
One of the guards whispered, "Your Majesty, isn't it too conspicuous of us to bring so much gold this time?"
The King of Jinsha glanced at him: "What's with the ostentation? We just have a lot of gold, is that wrong?"
The guards fell silent.
Zhao Zilong stood at the front of the plaza with the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Silver armor and silver spears gleamed in the sunlight. Hundreds of terrestrial immortals stood in neat square formations, their steps synchronized and their breaths flowing as one, like a single person.
Zhao Zilong stood at the very front, his silver spear planted firmly on the ground, his eyes blazing.
He glanced back at the line behind him, nodded, and said nothing.
Hundreds of people stood at attention at the same time, snapping to attention with a "snap," perfectly aligned as one.
Zhuge Liang, Yuan Tiangang, Li Chunfeng, Guan Yu, Dugu Qiubai, and Lü Bu stood beside the high platform.
Six people stood in a row, each with a different expression.
Zhuge Liang waved his feather fan, smiling, looking around as he mentally arranged his troops.
Yuan Tiangang kept his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face expressionless, and his eyes closed.
Li Chunfeng held a compass in his hand, turning it around and muttering incantations.
Guan Yu squinted his phoenix eyes, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade slung over his shoulder, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Dugu Qiubai closed his eyes, as if he were asleep.
Lu Bu gripped his halberd, the blade still stained with black blood.
The square gradually quieted down.
Everyone is waiting, waiting for that person.