The Martial God Behind Everything
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A chilly, desolate wind was blowing.
Lu Qubing sat in the cabin of a helicopter, staring coldly at the dire birds rushing over towards the aircraft.
Although these dire birds weren't big and only actually had a wingspan of one meter, their number was astonishing. Their sheer amount seemed to blot out the sky,
The soldiers in charge of protecting the aircraft quickly used the on-board fighting systems to kill the dire birds quickly.
"Viceroy, you have a call from Viceroy Zhuge!" a soldier sitting in the cockpit reported to Lu Qubing.
"I'm not answering it!" Lu Qubing said dryly with no trace of emotion in his eyes.
The soldier, who respected Lu Qubing like a celestial being, immediately rejected the call.