Chapter 410 One Trick (3)
The lieutenant smiled and looked at his general. He had never followed the wrong person in his life.
"Don't let go! Hold on to me!" Wu Macao lowered his head slightly and said in an orderly tone. The lieutenant will follow him through life and death, and this kindness is naturally valued.
But at this moment, the lieutenant general's body was torn apart by the suction force, leaving only that hand and that sincere smile.
I don't know how long it took, the screams in my ears are gone, and the suction is gone...
Wumacao panted heavily, raised his head and said, "This general said I would..."
He didn't finish his sentence, that's because Wumacao saw the lieutenant general, the suction power lost, and the lieutenant general's body drooped down.
He was indeed holding his hand, but there was only his hand, and that smile.
Wumacao let go of the lieutenant general's hand, slowly straightened up, and the black hole in the sky had disappeared.
turn back slowly...
The hundreds of thousands of troops behind him also disappeared, leaving nothing but his lieutenant general, which made Wumacao feel like he was dreaming.
A gust of wind slowly drifted by, Wumacao took off his helmet, his rigid face seemed to have aged a lot, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and guilt!
The opponent only used one trick!
one move!
His most elite army was gone, at this moment Wu Macao felt as if the sky was playing a joke on him.
Why would there be such a person in this low-level plane? No wonder Zishan would rebel and even persuaded herself to surrender. It turned out that what she said was true. If she voted, she would be able to save the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers!
But I didn't listen, that's why I caused so many casualties, how should I face the dead soldiers!
This kind of death is meaningless at all!
The breeze messed up Wumacao's hair, the black hair was still covered with white hair, gradually all turned into white hair.
In an instant, the black hair turned white. This is the self-blame of a general, and he deeply regrets his order.
Wuma Cao suddenly knelt beside the lieutenant general, with his hands inserted into the ground, digging a hole with his own hands.
one time.
Twice.
Three times.
Wumacao buried his lieutenant on the spot, then buried the earth, picked up the ancient artifact beside him, and stood up!
Looking at the skeletons not far away, and those people standing in the void, Wumacao shouted coldly: "Today you kill me a hundred thousand soldiers, tomorrow I will kill you a million, tens of millions! Until the sky is stained with blood." , or you will never die, I, Wumacao, will curse you with my soul!"
The death mage made a jerky sound.
Royal translation: "The curse rebounds."
"Today, I, Wumacao, admit it! But if there is an afterlife, I will still stand in the position of opposing you!" Wumacao gradually exuded a terrifying aura, and the ancient artifact in his hand was also shining brightly.
This is what the death mage was waiting for. It's been a long time since we fought, and we can finally fight one-on-one!
"Be careful! He's going to explode his soul and ancient artifacts!" Zishan suddenly exclaimed.
A few people froze for a while, didn't they stop fighting? choose suicide?
Wumacao, who was filled with guilt, had already lost the desire to fight. If he had listened to the advice of the Heavenly Master, how could such a thing have happened? Who would be responsible for the death of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and only himself, an incompetent general up!
"You are indeed very strong! But no matter how strong you are, you are no match for Supreme, just wait to accept the anger of Supreme, I will wait for you on the road! Hahaha!"
Amidst Wuma Cao's crazily laughing, that body became brighter and brighter, and a berserk aura swirled around, while the ancient artifact gradually cracked, and a world-destructive aura merged.
The death mage let out a sigh, Jie Jie Jie.
Royal translation: "No air!"
I saw that Wumacao was surrounded by a layer of transparent "bubbles".
boom!
The Wumacao in the bubble turned into a spot of light, and then exploded together with the ancient artifact.
I saw that the inside of the "bubble" was twisting, and the colorful energy seemed very irritable, but it was wrapped by the "bubble" when it wanted to explode.
Nourish!
A crack appeared on the surface of the "bubble", and then more and more cracks appeared.
Suddenly, the "bubble" burst, the entire ground of Ji's house trembled, and the barrier of Ji's house almost shattered.
If it wasn't for the forbidden air to absorb the first wave of damage, the consequences of this terrifying self-destruction would be unimaginable.
But the nearest death mage was also affected by the blast, and even slid backwards.
This kind of self-explosion is a qualitative change, not only the ancient artifact added by Yuanshen, but even the perverted death mage was shocked and slid backwards for several meters.
It has to be said that Wuma Cao's self-destruction is still effective, at least it made the Death Mage retreat.
bang.
The death mage who slid backward felt that he had bumped into something and looked back.
Word Oh my god, I dropped my phone on the floor. This is the latest iPhoneXS Max. I finally got Xunfang to buy it for me. It’s the best match. It just fell on the floor, and the death mage’s heart was broken.
Pick it up and take a look, if the death mage had flesh on his face, he would definitely vibrate.
Because there was a crack on the screen, this mage is a perfectionist, how could he allow such a flaw.
Xunfang glanced at it: "I'll buy you a new one if you don't fish in the future."
Not fishing? Didn't you kill this sorcerer? The worst thing is to play first, maybe you will get used to it after playing?
"Everyone, let's retreat first." Xunfang smiled, and left with the death mage first.
Tang Wei and her eldest brother Lu also left first, leaving behind Yi Hong and Zi Shan.
Zishan's mood is still a bit complicated, it's really a pity, there are so many people, it's gone in the blink of an eye.
Seeing her frustrated face, Yi Hong hugged her gently. Yi Hong, who can't speak, can only express it with actions.
After finally letting Yi Hong take the initiative, Zishan didn't say anything, and gently hugged Yi Hong.
"Zi Shan, why don't you go?" Yi Hong was talking about what happened three days later, so it would probably be even more tragic.
Zishan also killed a lot of people that night, today it is just a pity, and she will not change her opinion because of this.
Leaving Yi Hong's embrace, Zi Shan said lightly, "I will go."
"Oh, that's alright." Yi Hong thoughtlessly agreed to Zishan's request, and of course, she would not agree if she hit the bottom line.
For example, Zi Shan asked to share the same bed, Yi Hong would never agree to this, if she had to make some achievements, then she would be ashamed to share the bed with Zi Shan.
Zi Shan let out a breath, turned around to look at Yi Hong, and pursed his lips: "Are you coming to bed tonight?"
This sentence undoubtedly touched Yi Hong's bottom line.
At this time, Yi Hong was very serious: "Zi Shan, I will severely criticize you for this point. As a girl, how can you make such a request? Even if you want to make it, I should make it."
"Then you mention it." Zishan said angrily, the feeling of being a widow is really hard.