Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Fight the alliance, kill the gods of the Sundered Land, and destroy the new emperor of Rune City.

He alone holds power over both Middle-earth and the Cursed Desert.

But the same thing goes: he doesn't like doing this.

His purpose in coming to power was to go home.

Now he's back.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said, "I can promise you. But I have a few requests, and I hope you can agree to them."

The other party was amused: "Tell me about it."

Zhao Chuanxin talked with him in detail for a while.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin emphasized: "Lubinfu and Lugang Town are like my hometown. If these two places are harmed, I will seek justice even at the cost of my life!"

He spoke loudly and with a stern tone.

"Okay, I promise you will."

Maybe the other party couldn't see through the future, maybe the other party was eager for success, or maybe Zhao Chuanxin's promise was too tempting.

In short, the other party was very happy.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about what happened next.

He ended a farce that should have happened.

Many fewer people died.

Connected to the earth across the bank.

Never separated.

The land that Zhao Chuanxin had fought for was also preserved.

The result is better than it could have been.

At least that's what he thought at this moment.

To resolve the matter, Zhao Chuanxin went to Hong Kong Island.

The English ghost hasn't left yet.

Hong Kong Island has always been under the shadow of war, and the people are trembling in fear, fearing that they will wake up one night to see yellow clothes everywhere.

They are used to the English ghosts.

They don't want the Yellow Ghost to come here and cause trouble to the local area.

Fortunately, Zhao Chuanxin is back.

Zhao Chuanxin defeated the ghost.

Most people applauded Zhao Chuanxin's cruel methods.

On the contrary, some British ghosts made sarcastic comments in the newspapers, saying that Zhao Chuanxin was too cruel and inhumane.

"Extra, Extra, Zhao Tan Gong brutally killed 200,000 ghost captives..."

Newsboys were waving newspapers in the streets.

He bumped into someone unexpectedly and was bounced back.

The newsboy looked up in confusion and saw a tall man with a cigar in his mouth, staring blankly at a dilapidated courtyard.

"Sir, you..."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the newsboy.

The newsboy shuddered.

He got goosebumps.

At this time, a few drunken British ghosts kicked open the rotten gate of the courtyard.

"This place has been empty for a long time. I took a fancy to it and want to demolish it and build a house. What do you think?" said an English ghost, smoking a cigarette.

Another English ghost grinned and said, "Can you buy the title deed?"

"What a joke! The Chief Secretary, Norman Smith, is my brother-in-law. It's just a matter of words. The Japanese are finished. This is a good location now. There is still a lot of room for appreciation in the future..."

When the newsboy saw the tall man in front of him, he suddenly stepped around him and walked towards the British ghosts.

The English ghost was feeling very proud when he suddenly saw a tall Chinese man standing in front of him, staring at him coldly.

The English ghost held the bottle in one hand and pinched the cigarette in the other, tilting his head and asking, "What are you looking at? Do you believe I can teach you a lesson?"

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand, the wine bottle in Yinggui's hand flew out of his palm uncontrollably and into Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the wine bottle horizontally.

Click.

The bottle shattered.

The British ghost's head was broken and bleeding.

"what……"

"I am going to kill you……"

Zhao Chuanxin held the broken glass from the bottle mouth and thrust it into the English ghost's neck horizontally.

laugh……

chi chi chi...

Blood spurted out.

The other few British ghosts shuddered and hurriedly reached for their weapons.

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck, stretched out his hands and grabbed, and golden knives flew out.

Pedestrians around stopped and watched the bloody scene with the newsboy.

"Someone's dead..."

"Someone killed foreigners..."

"Ah, what kind of magic is this?"

The golden knife danced, piercing through flesh and blood back and forth.

chi chi chi...

The other few British ghosts had wounds all over their bodies and fell down in pain.

At this point, the onlookers became frightened and ran away screaming.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the newsboy who dared not move, and started to wander around from his old house, using the Jinhua technique to look for the English ghost.

He used the Jinhua technique, starting from the old house, and attempted to search every piece of land on Hong Kong Island.

Every single one of the British devils was left nowhere to hide, and Zhao Chuanxin would not let any of them go.

Soon, the police arrived.

There are English ghosts, and there are also Chinese lackeys of the English ghosts.

The golden knife sparkled in the sunlight.

The blood flowers glow red in the sunlight.

chi chi chi...

bang bang bang...

chi chi chi...

"Ah... murder..."

Police Commissioner Thomas King led a team to the scene and shouted to Zhao Chuanxin with a loudspeaker: "I don't care who you are, no matter what evil weapon you use, stop immediately, otherwise..."

Zhao Chuanxin's figure flashed and he appeared in front of Thomas King in a flash.

Thomas King's voice stopped abruptly.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and Thomas King's head was pierced by a golden knife. The rest of the golden knives scattered everywhere. The surrounding policemen, no matter they were Indian, British or Chinese, were like paper in front of the sharp golden knives and could not withstand a single blow.

Hee hee hee hee hee...

Zhao Chuanxin killed so many people that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the great road was almost wiped out.

The streets were flooded with blood as he murdered.

Hong Kong Island is densely populated, and stampedes occurred in many places as people fled in panic.

Zhao Chuanxin turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear to it.

"Stop, you butcher, I'm from the church..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

laugh……

"Please let me go, I'm just an ordinary person..."

Raise your hand.

laugh……

"Shit, it's none of my business..."

laugh……

The British ghost army came upon hearing the news.

Major General Modbe guessed that the visitor was Zhao Chuanxin.

He was quite surprised.

Logically speaking, Zhao Chuanxin should be on the same side with them at this time, so why did he turn his gun against them?

This unscientific.

He mobilized his troops, prepared for the worst, and brought various light and heavy weapons to surround the street where Zhao Chuanxin was.

Modbei didn't even dare to show up. He sent people to try to reason with Zhao Chuanxin and contact him first.

"Commander Zhao, I'm Brigadier General Wallis. Can I ask why you attacked us?"

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and the golden knife flew back.

He took off his blood-soaked coat and threw it aside.

When the clothes fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere.

This scene made Wallis terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a steamed bun, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

He said, "I also want to ask, why did you kill my wife? What did she do wrong?"

Wallis was stunned.

To him, Gulizar's death was insignificant, and it was all old news that he didn't remember at all.

Of course, he didn't do this.

Wallis didn't dare to answer casually, he hurriedly looked for someone to ask.

During this period, Zhao Chuanxin sat on the hood of a car and ate steamed buns as if no one was around.

Soon, Wallis knew the whole story.

At the beginning, Ying Gui regarded Xuantian Sect as a thorn in his side.

The Xuantian Sect stood up for the workers and had always been against the British authorities.

Therefore, the British devils sent people to assassinate Li Guangzong.

It happened that Gulizar went to inquire about Zhao Chuanxin's news and was implicated.

This matter is confidential.

Wallis lied and said, "Commander Zhao, your wife's death has nothing to do with us..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stood up and threw away half of the steamed bun.

He took a deep breath and said, "I want all of you English ghosts to pay for Gulizar's life!"

He suddenly split into thirty clones, with the main body leading the charge, moving at a divine speed.

Wallis was the first to be hit and was cut into two pieces by Zhao Chuanxin's light blade.

bang bang bang...

Tata Tata...

boom……

Rifles, machine guns, mortars, etc. all opened fire.

Modbey had already sent a telegram to the ruler of the Central Plains and reported back to his country what was happening in Hong Kong Island.

The master was shocked when he received the telegram: "Zhao Tan Gong, how dare he..."

Zhao Chuanxin promised him that he would no longer kill the ghost prisoners.

However, Zhao Chuanxin turned around and went to Hong Kong Island to slaughter the British devils.

Indiscriminate killing.

He hurriedly sent telegrams to several places for help.

Zhao Defu told him: "How can I control my uncle?"

Sun Yanguang told him: "There is nothing we can do to help you. You can only blame the evil deeds done by the British ghosts back then!"

The ruler was as anxious as an ant on hot pan.

Modbe waited anxiously but received no reply for a long time.

Cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead.

It's time to come.

There was a sound of gunshot outside, and then the door was violently broken open. A tall man walked in, raised his hand, crushed the larynx of one of Modbe's guards, and pulled him out along with the larynx.

The other guard collapsed to the ground in fear, like mud.

Modbi staggered back: "Zhao Chuanxin, what do you want to do? If you do this, our Sun Never Sets Empire..."

"Fuck your mother!" Zhao Chuanxin compressed the Golden Bell Cover to steal the secrets of heaven into the tip of his fist.

With one punch, the golden bell exploded.

Modbe's head was shattered like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer.

Red and white splashed all over the guard's face.

The guard rolled his eyes and fainted.

Zhao Chuanxin killed for three days and three nights without closing his eyes.

Upon hearing the news, the British warships hurriedly left the port with only a few fleeing soldiers and civilians.

They watched Victoria Harbour disappear into the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a black aircraft was speeding across the sea.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped out of the Fifth Generation Dragon, and in full view of the soldiers and civilians on the warship, his thirty clones surrounded the warship and cut it with light blades.

Tata Tata...

Rifles and machine guns broke up the clones one by one.

When the metal storm hit Zhao Chuanxin's body, he stood still and let the metal storm hit him like a storm.

Until the battleship was cut and sunk.

"Oh God, save us..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled coldly: "Even Jesus can't save you, I said."

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Zhao Chuanxin sank all the British ghost warships.

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Upon hearing the news, Britain sent various threatening telegrams one after another. Some were sent to Chengdu, some to Yan'an, some to Lubin Prefecture, and some to Lugang Town.

David Saxon, the British Consul in Lugang Town, found Zhao Defu, who told him: "Threatening me? What's the point of threatening me? Let me tell you this, when you killed Commander Zhao's wife, why didn't you think of today?"

David Saxon argued: "First, it was not us British who did it. Second, the assassination was obviously aimed at Li Guangzong, not Zhao Chuanxin's wife. Finally, even if he wanted revenge, would he have to kill tens of thousands of people?"