Chapter 1136 Military Struggle

When the hymn started playing, everything was completely different.

The loud sounds and roars on the battlefield seemed to be given substance. Under the control of invisible hands, they burst out, spread, and stirred one after another.

It was obviously a fleeting scream, but the lingering sound lingered in my ears, wishing to linger around for three days. It was obviously a majestic sound that caused the earth to crack and crack, but before it had time to spread, he was crushed to death in his swaddling clothes. Only a weak moan of a mosquito was drowned in the tide-like noise.

All sounds seemed to have lost their original patterns and shapes at this moment. Under the gaze of a certain pair of eyes, they rapidly changed, grew, or were cruelly cut off.

Finally, it turned into an invisible sword.

The hymn belonging to the rancher fell apart under the constant shaking and was broken into meaningless fragments.

It seems that in the vast fighting and struggle in the war, there is only one main axis left between the whole world.

The only voice.

A song of praise lingering on the halo!

"presumptuous!"

The Saint of Hell roared furiously, and scarlet flames burned fiercely in his empty pupils.

Under the siege of Turel and Sipetotik, they suddenly turned around and looked at the center of the huge light wheel with resentful eyes - the top of the mountainous head of Behemoth.

——Huaishi! ! ! !

And just on the flat spot on the dog's head, the young man sitting cross-legged raised his head slightly as if he heard a call from afar.

Then, he withdrew his gaze without interest.

Just whistling like this, he picked up the whining hot water kettle, poured the hot water into the teacup, and looked down at the tea leaves floating in the water.

Finally, pick up the cup and take a sip.

Savor the bitter aroma of tea in the smoke and blood in the wind.

He clicked his lips, frowned, and poured the tea into the wind.

Continue to boil water.

Humming a song and enjoying the ‘scenery’ leisurely.

It was obvious that he had started the war, but now he was completely out of it, emphasizing his calmness and leisureliness - I had already paid to hire people to fight, so why did I have to fight in person?

A second order?

Give it away?

"This wave, this wave is the six major factions besieging Guangmingding."

He clapped his knees, sighed, and finally raised his arms and fists, shouting at his allies: "There is no need to talk about the rules of the world with these evil heretics. Let's go up shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to shoulder!!!"

Now let alone the solidifiers in the abyss, even Kuafu couldn't help but want to blow his dog's head off with a hammer!

At the roar of the tax collector, dust flew up and the ground was shaken.

Among the large group of people fighting like a black tide, a scarlet bulge suddenly appeared - countless pale skeletons piled up in one place, turning into a giant statue of dead bones hundreds of meters high with two heads and four arms, trampling the dust under their feet wantonly, Run towards Behemoth!

Well done, kill him!

Kill this bastard with one punch!

I don’t know how many friendly soldiers had such thoughts in their minds, but they soon realized that this grandson cannot die. If he dies, Behemoth’s source of supply will be damned gone!

Now on the entire battlefield, a large part of all the fifth-level squandered source of energy comes from the light wheel of Behemoth. Especially after entering the war, a large number of deaths and corpses are constantly being devoured by giant beasts and turned into The source of Sephiroth. Once Behemoth is damaged, everyone will be disconnected from the Internet!

"Want to cut off my WIFI? It's your mother's sweet dream!"

An angry growl sounded.

Under the siege of the dwarf hunters from the Thunder Sea, Kuafu raised the golden fishing rod in his hand and threw it behind him without looking back.

The fishing rod made by the miracles of Shouyang Orichalcum and Long Bo swelled in the wind, spanning most of the battlefield in an instant, and the thin line soared in the air like a bird under the guidance of the fishing hook, wrapping around the giant bone, gently One hang.

Immediately afterwards, the ground within a radius of one kilometer sank sixty centimeters, and in the roar like the mountains collapsing, the huge colossus was actually pulled by the thread. Following Kuafu's drag, it involuntarily rose into the air. He was dragged and made a circle on the battlefield. Wherever he passed, countless large groups were thrown into the air like ants, and where they fell, a deep crack was created.

And just above the crack, the firelight gathered again and once again formed the burning outline of Agni. Someone heard the fifth-level Tianzhu curse.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have been buried alive by friendly forces!

Now, on the battlefield, the most powerful person is neither Kuafu nor the world giant from America, but the dazzling electric light that wanders in the blood tide in the center of the battlefield.

Lin-like thunder continued to pierce out of the clouds following Yun Zhongjun's will, but it did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified in the air like a substance, gradually forming a cage of destruction.

The sky drum vibrates and makes a loud noise!

Countless amounts of rain fall, then turn into water vapor and rise again, forming a huge cycle again. And countless dead lives, broken souls, and even scattered essences were also included in this cycle and gathered in Ying Fangzhou's hands!

——Ultimate all people to serve as one!

Controlling supports like Yun Zhongjun are just so annoying.

Once the cycle is formed, in his cycle, whether he is an enemy or a friend, willing or not, they are all part of the cycle and will provide him with power...

It's like once Huaishi's Heavenly Palace is unfolded, all the dead souls on the entire battlefield will be forged into iron in the furnace. The bigger the battlefield, the more people there are, the more chaotic it is, and the bigger the dissipated essence, miracles and disasters are, the more power will eventually flow into his hands along the cycle!

According to the original setting, he should use this power to strengthen the friendly forces, so that no one would be in danger of shortage.

But for Fangzhou... friendly forces? What friendly forces?

I do not see it!

As the number one DPS person in Tianwen Road, give up his position? nonexistent!

You guys lie down, I'll do C!

Now, the sixth degree of purified thunder gathers on the water of hatred, swaying wantonly. Wherever it passes, the sea of ​​​​blood collapses, the tide tears apart, and those who stand in its way are invincible!

The destructive power bred by Yun Zhongjun's rank is almost higher than that of many fifth-level ones!

And right in front of him, the demon who was being bombarded by the hateful water fell into the sea of ​​blood again. But then, he burst into excited laughter again.

"That's it! Ying Fangzhou, that's it! Let me see your angry look more, it's so pleasant!"

Gala laughed arrogantly, and there were only a few minor injuries on the gold-dotted body, which was not damaged at all!

In his hand, the King's Sword given by the King of Blight shines brightly, blooming with evil light.

——That is a reward that is comparable to the dignity of a ruler!

As the bodyguard and follower of the King of Blight, and the leader of the Imperial Guards, Gala has made countless achievements for the subjugated country in a long and long time. The King of Blight even handed down [Authority] as a reward and committed suicide. He was enfeoffed among the territories and promoted to be a member of the rulers.

But the devil sneered at this generous reward.

In the entire abyss and countless hells, there is only one true ruler and true emperor. Other than that, they are just name-mongers - this was his answer.

Are you happy because of this loyalty, or laughing because of this stubbornness? No one knows the true meaning of the Blight King's laughter.

He just lightly threw the crown aside, and then gave him a sword as a reward for his loyal dog.

From that moment on, Gala became the ‘hand of national destruction’.

Wherever the King's Sword is, all the power of the subjugated army surrenders before this sword blade, offering their soul, body, blood and bones, and everything else.

Even other rulers who belong to subjugated countries are the same...

This is the genuine Sword of All Arms. Holding this sword, you can unlimitedly mobilize the power of legions and large groups and integrate it with yourself.

Now, Gala has truly become the embodiment of a subjugated nation!

He unleashed his power so wantonly that he didn't even care about friendly forces, and even crushed the worms and monsters that came up to get in the way with his backhand, just for a more hearty battle!

The storm rose up from the ground under the slashing of the sharp blade, turned into a tornado, and rose into the sky against the electric light. It wandered wantonly, rolling up a huge amount of blood and corpses, decorating this stage of war.

Blood and electric light collided boldly.

Yun Zhongjun snorted coldly. The electric light in his hand was turbulent, and there were faint signs of collapse. But soon, the electric light condensed again. After turning from pure white to pitch black, it has evolved three times. Now, there is no more thunder in his hand. There is only a diffuse and strange halo of light.

Ninth degree of purification!

"Come again!"

The sky tower roared, and the thunder light descended! .

Not just a fight in the bowels of hell.

No matter the current chess players or the leaders of each lineage, they will never allow such precious opportunities to be wasted. Just when most of the power of the abyss was involved in another place, the fierce attack on the border between the enemy and ourselves started again!

Although two days of preparations were not enough to form a decisive advantage in a short period of time, with the sudden launch at this moment, the battle line has begun to move forward.

Above the sky, the tyrannical bombardment descended by Miracle Seal and Fuso, countless wooden charms have torn apart the Rashomon defense line set up by the Golden Dawn at the forefront.

A massive swarm marched straight in, pushing forward with terrifying efficiency under various spells such as shrinkage and transfer.

Just on the eastern front, after four consecutive pastures were uprooted, the fasting circle of Elysium was already in danger.

In the pure white smoke from the burning holy oil, the knights of the Eastern Expedition from the Russian Federation roared and shouted, wearing heavy armor, with giant horses neighing under their crotches, and darting back and forth among countless captive monsters.

Like an invisible plow shoveled down from the sky, it plowed blood and death, carving out a deep crack in the black tide wherever it passed.

Straight ahead!

From one end of the battlefield to the other, then turn around and start all over again!

When the host is gathered into one body, the knights blessed by the Holy Spirit become one, sharing the same soul, the same miracle, and the same blessing.

The coat of arms of the Maltese Cross is fluttering in the smoke like an eagle!

But in the midst of this turbulent fighting, it seemed that for a moment, it fell into complete silence. All noise disappeared without a trace, and all movements were frozen in the air.

The galloping knights suddenly stopped in the midst of the enemy, and everyone froze in place.

Immediately afterwards, shrill screams spread from under the armor, and distortion and solidification spread among the legions that turned into event records.

In just three short snaps of his fingers, the holy glow disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a viscous flame as dark as liquid, flowing out continuously from the gaps in the armor. The deformed giant horse slowly turned around and faced the friendly forces behind it.

A brazen betrayal!

At this moment, outside the chessboard, the original pure white of the Knights Hospitaller has been dyed black...

With the sudden solidification, the markings floating on the chessboard also slowly changed, showing a mocking smile to the chess players.

——[Hospital Knights (Woodman)]!

From this moment on, this elite group broke away from the hands of the current situation, belonged to the lineup of hell, and became the vanguard of hell!

And relying on the gap created by this brief moment, the power of the jesters was integrated into the battlefield, causing the originally clear situation to return to chaos once again!

Let’s talk about the mood of the chess players…

I'm afraid only the word 'disgusting' can be used to describe it!

Fucking Golden Dawn!

Just like the hell creatures who once faced the Utopia... Now it is the turn of the sublimates in the present state to angrily complain about how there is such a disturbing thing!

As a member of the Golden Dawn, Woodman, who now comes through the medium of "Faust", has lost his own framework and laws.

Now he is the incarnation of the devil Mephistopheles, and he only has two skills: [Invisibility] and [Transformation].

The former makes Woodman insubstantial and cannot be killed by attacks from matter or source matter. The latter allows him to quickly pollute and control all creatures with souls with a sufficient supply of source matter.

If sublimates with independent souls are still a little difficult to deal with, then dealing with such a large group of people who only produce qualitative changes through quantity is easier than yawning!

Unless it is a stigmata that specializes in controlling souls and a miraculous seal in the same field, otherwise, it will be a nightmare.

Not only can it not be killed, driven away, or dispersed, but it can also be read, brainwashed, and polluted if you are not careful... It's like a fly that has been buzzing in your ears. It's so disgusting!

At this time, I have to do something even more disgusting...

Magic can defeat magic!

If you encounter someone with a bad attitude, you can only use an even more bad attitude method to get sick and go back!

At that moment, Arudni, a chess player from Tianzhu lineage, threw out the cards in his hand with an expressionless face.

【Sincerity·Stone Curse Immortal】!

The fifth-level ascendant who maintains the lineage from Tianzhu, the ultimate pinnacle of all kinds of asceticism and practice, and the embodiment of the cause and effect of all things.

——Fanxian!

Now, feel the horror of great wishes and curses!