Chapter 601 The Sorrow of the Weak

"Yes, the great god of the void! We are the aborigines of this world, these demons..." The aborigines of this world, the leader of this resistance army sensed the peace of Morea, and did not seem to have the slightest malicious spirit After the force fluctuated, he began to accuse the sins of those locust people to Morea, and called them demons.

Yes, Morea is noncommittal. If it is really a demon invasion, either an epic will come and sweep everything. If there is no epic, three hundred years will be long enough for this world to sink, everything is dead, and the whole world will sink. , fell into the abyss.

"I'm not a god." After listening to the aboriginal's revolt leader's accusation, Morea spoke up. First of all, he vetoed what they called him. His strength is still far from the existence of God! Especially the god of nine animal husbandry.

"Your strength is comparable to that of the powerful evil god, the god of black light."

"Comparing to me?" Morea smiled and shook his head, "If he is really comparable to me, then he should appear in front of me now, and my appearance is not small."

This is the weak. Because of their weakness, their vision is narrow. For the powerful beings that they cannot understand, in the name of God, such a vision really makes people feel sympathy and pity.

"God of Black Glory, afraid of you?" The mothman leader understood what Morea meant, and his eyes were first stunned, then surprised, and then decisive.

"The great king of the void, I implore you to help us mothmen to expel these black locust demons. If you are willing to lead us to conquer the world, our moth family is willing to serve you from generation to generation!"

"Very decisive, but to me, your race seems to have no other meaningful value except for being eye-catching. You are too weak." Morea said something that made people feel angry, but very helpless Yes, that's the truth.

Morea really doesn't look down on these guys, except for being more eye-catching, they are useless. However, there are many eye-catching creatures under his command, such as the elf army, which is both eye-catching and capable of fighting. Only creatures with equal value and strength are eligible to become Morea's dependents.

"Great King of the Void, I pray for your kindness!" All the mothmen knelt on the ground, with the most humble attitude, looking forward to arousing the sympathy of Morea.

They have long understood that without the help of external forces, they are simply unable to recover the world by themselves, and they are just struggling in despair.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not an evil existence, and I won't want to kill." Morea smiled, it might be the humanoid face of the mothman, so they understood what the muscle changes on Morea's face represented. The mighty being is laughing.

"I just think,

You are not qualified to follow me, I will expel the invaders of this world and return it to your hands," Morea's words made the worship of these mothmen more pious, and felt trembling and inferiority.

"That's what I came here for." With a majestic and solemn look on his face, Morea has arranged the future of these mothmen in his heart to exist as the defenders of the world he will control, because The world's instinct is to draw near to them and to reject outsiders like him.

"His Royal Highness Moria!" A vicious green dragon fell from the sky. After glancing at the shivering white mothmen, it crawls at Moria's feet and bows its head. Behind her, a fully woven The Void Fleet is entering the world.

As the fleet entered the world, as many as twenty-seven Banshee reconnaissance ships gradually disappeared and disappeared within the visible range of the naked eye. They went to all parts of the world to start reconnaissance.

At the same time, one giant after another flew out of the ship with their pets. Because their strength was weaker than that of Morea, they were suppressed very little, and their appearance brought Mothman Great shock.

"This is the family of the Void King?" All the mothmen were looking up at the sky, their expressions sluggish, and they fell into shock. Only a few strong-willed people can guarantee the sobriety of their will.

"No wonder he refuses to follow us, he can annihilate us with just any follower!" The mothman leader looked up at the sky.

The white-skinned cloud giants walk in the air. Every cloud giant is accompanied by three to four dragon-turned griffins, and individual cloud giants have one or two dragon-turned giant wolves. These powerful giants make the white moths hearts. awe. It is such a powerful existence that it appears endlessly from those wonderful metal creations, as if it were inexhaustible.

The mountain giants who can manipulate the earth element appeared. They jumped off the transport ship one by one and then fell to the ground, and began to communicate with the earth and the earth element.

Then there are the more powerful storm giants. The first storm giants riding a giant roc from the Hydra Void battleship in the center made the most powerful mothman feel the shock. They may not appear individually, but The appearance of the whole team stunned these guys, their narrow vision, it is impossible to imagine how so many powerful beings gathered together.

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And when Morea was talking to the mothman, in the center of the world, the city of Heiyao, home to 300,000 black locust people, is the strongest person in the world assigned by the locust civilization. Sabah, the legendary locust of the God of God, is in a state of anxiety.

When Morea came, he had already felt it, but the strong heart palpitations made him have no courage to investigate, and then with the arrival of the Morea fleet, although he didn't understand what happened, his heart palpitated. Sabah, who felt more and more intense, immediately asked for help from the mother world, launched the highest-level distress message, and summoned all the legions in the world. After this, his heart palpitations gradually decreased.

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"Given him so long to ask for help, the legendary locust people of the Soros civilization should have arrived!"

Morea looked towards the center of the world, where there was a tyrannical and deadly aura, which was the aura emanating from the legend.

"I just don't know how many legendary locusts have come to support? I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Towards the center of the world, it is time to promote justice and give this group of despicable invaders the punishment they deserve."

Morea shouted his own unbelievable words, and led the mighty fleet and giant army to the center of the world. In the process of advancing, one group after another group of cloud giants landed and began to suppress the black locusts in an orderly manner. city ​​of people.