# 572
Chapter 573: Calling to Sever Fortune
“No matter how mighty you were in life, you’re now nothing but lingering spirits clinging to broken weapons. Even the six of you together can’t beat me.” Amon shook his head.
“With our strength alone, perhaps not,” Huo Qubing said calmly, gripping his shattered spear. “But… behind us now stands the fortune of Great Xia, accumulated over millennia!”
The moment his words fell, the golden dragon of national destiny coiling in the sky opened its mouth and roared—soundless, yet deafening.
No wind stirred, no leaf moved, no sand shifted.
Yet the hazy destiny shrouding the heavens surged like a boiling sea. The black curse that had devoured several dragon veins was whipped up like cold ash on the ground, scattered into nothing by that single roar.
With one cry, the national-destiny curse Amon had painstakingly prepared vanished completely.
The black-qi Amon standing among the mountains paled drastically.
He had never imagined this vast ocean of destiny possessed its own will—boundless, endless, and unbroken. His lone godly power against Great Xia’s entire fortune was a firefly against the full moon, an ant against a towering tree—pitiful and absurd.
Feeling the crushing pressure, his enormous dark form was instantly shredded; he shrank to his normal size and re-materialized, face ashen.
Such immense national fortune was simply beyond him!
After only a moment’s hesitation he raised the black scepter in his hand. The last shreds of curse power flowed back into his body, condensing into a black gleam atop the staff.
He swung the scepter, tapping the empty air. A black destiny gate appeared before him.
He glanced up at the golden dragon overhead, unwillingness flashing in his eyes, then stepped forward. His illusory form dissolved into black mist and poured into the gate.
Having turned himself into a national-destiny curse—another form of fortune—he could link with Egypt’s destiny and instantly leave Great Xia.
Destiny itself transcends time and space.
Though he had sacrificed Set, failed to seize Fengdu, and failed to curse Great Xia’s fortune, staying would only mean death; Great Xia’s destiny was unshakable. His only choice… was to flee.
Watching Amon leave, the six members of the [Heroic Spirit] squad made no move to stop him.
“As expected, he fled back to Egypt,” said Tang Yusheng, the third-generation Night Watch Commander, Sky-Piercer Halberd in hand.
“Let him run,” replied Nie Jingshan in his Zhongshan suit, eyes fixed on the still-suspended black destiny gate, a dangerous glint within. “If he doesn’t go back… how will anyone lead us to Egypt?”
After Amon’s departure the black gate began to shrink, about to vanish.
Suddenly Gongyang Wan—clad in court dress—struck. A scarlet light surged from her palm, propping the gate open at the height of a man.
Huo Qubing reached toward the golden dragon and closed his fist.
“By Heaven’s mandate, bear the destiny.”
ROOOAR—!!
The dragon roared again, unheard by mortals, but clear to the six whose bodies were forged of destiny itself… the roar of Great Xia’s fortune!
The golden dragon became a blinding beam, pouring into the six broken divine weapons stabbed into the earth. Pale gold light rippled across the blades, and the six figures behind them grew solid.
Huo Qubing gripped his spear; blood-colored light shimmered over his armor. His eyes narrowed, killing intent surging skyward.
“The gods of Egypt have offended Great Xia. Since they sought to ruin our national destiny…
we cannot let it pass.
Gentlemen,
follow this general—
call at their gates, and sever their fortune!”
He strode first, turning into a golden streak that crashed through the black destiny gate and vanished.
“That temper of his…” Wang Qing, the fourth-generation Commander, laughed helplessly.
“He’s always been like that,” Gongyang Wan answered.
“Let’s go,” Li Kengqiang said, shrugging in his floral shirt. “The old man’s off to make trouble in Egypt; us juniors have to back him up.”
Nie Jingshan brushed his Zhongshan suit, straightened cuffs and collar, and strode toward the gate with an expressionless face, black staff in hand.
“Whoever offends Great Xia—no matter how far—will pay.” His cold voice drifted back.
The others, divine weapons in hand, followed him through the black destiny gate.
……
Egypt.
Sun City.
A black destiny gate opened among the floating solar citadels. Black mist poured out, condensing into a human shape.
The curse power receded, revealing Amon’s true form. He gazed at the towering divine pillar in Sun City’s center, eyes full of resignation.
He had returned directly through the gate of fortune, earlier than anyone—yet their mission had failed, and the黄沙之神 Set was lost. Total defeat…
He would have to face the Sun God’s wrath.
Amon had taken only a few steps when he froze, looking back at the black gate in puzzlement…
Why hadn’t it closed?
The portal hovered above the plaza outside the Ennead Temple, faint light swirling within—as though something were about to step through.
A possibility struck him; he stood rigid.
Impossible…
They were only humans turned destiny…
How could they—
how dare they?
As thoughts raced through his mind, a young general in battered armor stepped slowly from the gate, broken spear in hand.
BOOM—!!
Thunder rolled across the sky; Egypt’s entire destiny quaked!
It was like hurling a ton of granite into a still pond—ripples of destiny surged overhead. Every god in Sun City looked up.
CLANG!
Huo Qubing drove his spear into the ground. Golden fortune roiled around him, and the shadow of a dragon seemed to roar at the Egyptian sky!
“This humble general, Huo Qubing, bearing Great Xia’s destiny, calls to demand accountability.”