Chapter 1197 Rain

The joys and sorrows of people may indeed be connected at a certain moment.

Not only from the past to the present, or from the present situation to hell, but even from friendly forces to... the opposite side, the same thought can't help but emerge.

——We got a 25-year-old! ! !

Fortunately for Solano's allies who have long been accustomed to Huai Shi's evil reputation, everyone has already gained immunity. But how has the opposite camp ever seen such an exaggerated scene?

On the front line, above the angry and hissing mountain dragon, the eyes of the six-eyed warlord almost popped out of his head.

With the naked eye, the wonderland of lush green grass is naturally beautiful. But for a hell creature like him who was born with six different visions, the countless overflowing poisons and curses were almost about to burst out. The magnificent changing colors glowed with dazzling light, rendering a shocking red and pitch black in the pupils.

"What the hell-"

His first reaction was that Mrs. Qingguo's cousin's son had surrendered to the enemy!

But soon, he realized that as early as the beginning of the War of Realms, that bitch seemed to have been taken advantage of by the current situation because he moved the base camp too far forward?

But who else could it be besides her?

Colorful butterfly? Eclipse curtain? The green eyes of the Dark Eye?

One by one, creepy names came to mind, but he quickly rejected them one by one. It's not that he hasn't thought that this might be caused by the sublimated ones in the current situation, but such an upright aura of disaster and the greed and ferocity in his bones are simply a manifestation of the true essence of the abyss!

Could it be that in addition to those guys like Leviathan and Ifrit, they have also recruited new losers?

Or is there a mole under the command of the Duke of the Magic Mountain? !

A series of guesses emerged from his mind, but the tragic reality was already before his eyes.

In a hurry, such a heavy loss, no matter what the truth is, he must deal with it, otherwise what awaits him when he goes back will not be tortured by wind, but directly stuffed into the volcano as fuel...

Now, right in front of his eyes, the cannon fodder he was in charge of had not even touched the edge of the city wall. They were already like the dead weeds during the autumn harvest of the Kobolds. They were harvested piece by piece, rotting on the ground and becoming smelly. sky.

Moreover, the plague is still spreading rapidly——

If biochemical weapons have no other shortcomings besides being cruel to the point of being heartbroken, then their greatest advantage is that they are of high quality and low price to the point of being heartbroken...

In particular, the variant specially selected by Huaishi for solidified souls and hellish disasters has the dual form of strain and source of essence. With the dedication of dozens of settlements in the past half month, it has fully spread and caused death. If you don't care, in two days time, all the cannon fodder collected by the Archduke from more than a dozen hells may be dead...

"Burn it! Burn it all!"

The six-eyed warlord roared.

When it pulled hard on the reins, the barbed rope was deeply embedded in the mountain dragon's brain, causing the giant beast to suffer pain and open its mouth in madness.

A massive amount of fire erupted from the giant beast's mouth.

Not only here, but in almost all the legions, blazing firelights lit up, and the surging heat poured down indiscriminately on the monsters on the front line who were either silent or still whining and rolling.

In the fiery lava, green grass and flowers were burned to the ground.

The black tide surged in again, and the monsters that had simply been ignited began to scurry around like headless flies under the coercion of the governors, and were burned into bones one by one in the flames. And there are more monsters that have stepped on the cracked bones in hunger and thirst and come back, breathing the poisonous air and dying again.

Then, very soon...there were corpses that had changed beyond recognition, rising up again from the fire.

Nessing with hunger.

Hobbling forward.

It was as if the coals in the furnace had sprouted legs. Urged by instinctive hunger and curse, they rushed towards the light of the present situation.

The storm is coming!

On the high tower, Huai Shi's expression remained calm.

Just a little bit regretful.

Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, he would be targeted so quickly.

Although plagues are useful and convenient, at the end of the day, they can only be killed once. But for dead things, it's not that effective...

I still have unrealistic expectations about the moral bottom line of hell, but it's a pity that the other party doesn't seem to have that kind of thing at all.

Originally, biological and chemical weapons, in addition to their horrific deterrent properties, were also a devastating blow to the enemy's logistics. Those who were dead were fine, but those who were alive were an eternal burden.

As a result, when encountering an opponent who can pretend to be dead while alive or can continue to use the dead, it can only cause "a little" trouble and "little" effect.

Now, amid the malicious horn sounds in the distance, countless corpses that had died tragically under the poison were awakened. Following the remaining resentment and hatred, countless corpses staggered towards the Tower of Glory again.

It is unimaginable that when the two destructive weapons of "Everyone is coming" and "Everyone is dead" came together, it was the former that won the final victory.

But on the Tower of Glory, Huai Shi remained unfazed.

Reach out as if touching the storm wind blowing from afar.

The wind has come.

The next thing is rain.

At the moment when the five fingers in the storm were clenched, terrifying roars burst out from the thunderclouds, and the heavenly drums were vigorous!

The earth and sky were like a blanket, and there were slight ripples in this sudden turmoil.

The chill gradually deepened in the howling wind.

When the surging tide of the abyss finally touched the edge of the tower, only the pale top of the tower, the overlooking figure, was visible.

"It's going to rain. Let's go home."

Huai Shi lowered her eyes and reminded thoughtfully: "The window is not closed yet——"

boom!

The downpour covered everything out of thin air!

At this moment, at the top of the Tower of Glory, the cloud that had been stagnant for more than half a month was like a spring compressed to the extreme. It instantly expanded and exploded, like a gray-black turbid current, rolling over the sky, instantly covering the sky. Cover it up and make all light disappear.

The rain poured down and swallowed everything.

But what's creepy is that the heavy rain curtain doesn't just fall from the sky, it also rises from the ground!

From the muddy ground, countless water droplets were pulled by invisible gravity, slowly rising into the sky against gravity. One drop, two drops, three drops, forming a string, thousands of strings of miserable white frost rolling towards the sky.

Return to the embrace of the clouds.

Wherever they passed, only screams and neighings spread, and all the corpses collapsed quickly under the moistness of the rain, as if they were dissolving.

The remaining soul fragments flew into the sky along with the rain, and merged into the eternal lightless door of darkness.

It's Guixu.

Guixu is calling.

Extracting life, death, and even everything of value, greedily incorporating everything that enters the domain into this huge network and cycle.

Become one.

Now, just where the clouds are shrouded, in the darkness that is more like hell, the demonic realm belonging to Yun Zhongjun slowly unfolds, swallowing everything up silently.

When the plague that was casually spread was thought to have been solved by the Six-Eyed Warlord, all the chickens and dogs that were brought up were swallowed up by this heavy rain that extinguished all souls.

No one had ever thought that what was guarding the light in front of the current situation was such a terrifying darkness!

In an instant, how many large groups were swallowed up by that dark curtain of rain? Thousands? Thousands? Or more?

Where is the dark cloud? It is clearly a bottomless black hole!

The smile that had just appeared on the face of the six-eyed warlord froze. When he looked around, trying to get other warlords to find out what was going on in this evil place, he found the cold looks from his colleagues.

It was like looking at a dead man who was about to be stuffed into a volcano as fuel by the Demon Mountain Duke.

Damn you!

The warlord angrily cursed these unreliable dogs, turned around suddenly, and looked at the huge truck towed by the Mountain Dragon Queen - the towering altar made of countless bones, and the curse master from hell was suspended in a series of miserable green lights. , constantly sprinkling bloodthirsty or crazy curses on the large group, causing them to rush towards the defense line without fear of death.

A large number of soul crystals were burning in the fire of their altar, and more sacrifices were continuously beheaded from behind. The torrent of miscellaneous source matter endlessly supplied them to squander, allowing them to display their thousands of abilities in the past. Ten thousand times more power.

Even a random soul catalysis can turn countless cannon fodder into almost unkillable berserkers.

Of course, the most important task of these priests is to resist counterattacks from the defense line.

Seeing the other person's leisurely look as if he had nothing to do, the Six-Eyed Warlord already felt his blood pressure rising rapidly and became furious.

"Why are you still standing there! Aren't you sent to deal with them?"

It roared at the priest: "Hurry up! Use your secret ritual to kill him!"

And the priest seemed to have finally reacted.

The four arms grabbed the ashes, flesh and blood, and even various charms and relics, and threw them into the boiling black crucible in front of them, stirring vigorously and muttering something in their mouths.

In the crucible where a massive amount of blood and souls were gathered, the outline of a huge disaster gradually emerged, and a terrifying shadow rose from the altar, gradually condensing into shape.

"Go, go, my son, my love, drink blood and feast on souls."

The priest laughed ferociously and looked at the dark clouds.

Then, he discovered that someone seemed to be looking at it on the top of the tower under the clouds, as if he was wary.

Now you finally know what you’re afraid of?

Ha, late——

Huaishi raised his index finger and pointed forward.

Then... there is no more.

Thunder, loud noise, shock, light, death, evaporation...

In that short moment, all that remained in the warlord's mind were these fragmented scenes that were completely unconnected.

who I am?

Where am I?

What the fuck happened…

But when he came to his senses amid trembling and looked up dully, all he could see was the faint dark blue trace remaining in the air...

And the deep chasm that was dug from the Tower of Glory to the Hell Realm.

The tide formed by countless swarms of hells enveloped hundreds of altars with rock-solid defenses, the sacrifices with infinite power, and even the terrifying figure he summoned, together with everything on the scorch mark, disappeared. trace.

Only pale ashes flew in the wind.

Then, the last tragic screams of the undead came from the wind.

"Um?"

At the top of the tower, Huai Shi scratched his head in confusion, wondering if he was a little nervous.

Just now I felt like someone was peeking at me, so I struck a thunderbolt and subconsciously used the purification technique taught by Lao Ying.

The result seems a bit... exaggerated?

"Is this war?"

At the top of the Tower of Glory, Yun Zhongjun looked down at the brutal fight between the real world and hell, and vaguely realized: "It turns out that all you need to do is cut the grass."

"Well, it seems pretty simple."

Then, let’s do it again——

Huai Shi stretched out her hand again and smiled towards the dull six-eyed warlord in the distance.

hello.