Chapter 1218 Ten Minutes

Life sky, north.

Under the dim sky.

Contrary to what the outside world imagined, there were actually day and night changes and various phenomena projected by the abyss inside the Holy See of the Gospel.

However, the pattern is exactly the opposite of the current situation.

When the Gospel Holy Seat rotates and turns its side toward the abyss, the Holy Wheel, representing the rancher, will slowly rise from the deepest part of the earthly world with thousands of rays of light, illuminating other realms.

And when the glory of the rancher cannot be observed, the blood moon representing the subjugation of the country and the thunder eye symbolizing the monarch will rise from the night.

And now, in the gap between 'day' and 'night', the giant thunder eye and the blood moon in the distance slowly emerge, and the scorching sun, which represents the gaze of the rancher, has dimmed during its rotation and hangs in the sky. the other end.

A dim light illuminates a world filled with complex buildings.

Among the seven realms, the bottom warehouse representing the earth realm supports the foundation of the seven days, carries heavy loads, handles waste and sewage, and is equivalent to a sewer and basement. As for Shanshitian, it is a place where many servants, lowly people with insufficient faith and even foreign craftsmen live. Even if they barely have human rights, they only have a little bit.

Life Heaven is the most prosperous place within seven days, with the largest flow of people and various large groups. Many people who have returned to the Pure Land have multiplied and lived here, and the world here has built towering buildings and mazes that reach straight into the sky. Ordinary complex buildings.

Among the countless narrow alleys and dark paths, no one knows what is hidden.

When the landing team arrived here, they encountered unprecedented resistance and a torrent of monsters. In the midst of fierce street fighting, they were attacked from both sides. The further inward you go, the more you get lost in the misaligned roads that extend in all directions and the ever-changing directions.

Under those towering walls and buildings, dark paths are constantly changing.

Among the countless stacked buildings, even the height changes. Sometimes, when the landing team climbs over many obstacles and climbs the height, they suddenly look back and find themselves in the basement of another huge temple.

Arch bridges connect the towering buildings, forming a cliff that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. With the tilt of the firepower, the unexpected landing team could only drink in anger on the spot.

The sounds of fighting continued one after another.

Thick smoke rose from all over the city, the cold and solemn bells echoed between the towers, and the hunting angels with wings on their backs continued to rise and fall.

And the huge monsters in the sky floated and wandered in groups, forming a shadow that covered the sky and the sun. Wherever it passed, countless scales and flames rained down like heavy rain.

In the chaotic neighborhood, the wide avenue had already been devastated by the fighting.

The giant metal door that was several meters thick was burned into iron juice under the sacrifice of one after another, and finally a corner of the glorious hall was revealed - just in front of this crucial hub, the legions and swarms of the current world and hell collided. Here, fight for your life.

But there were more corpses that had fallen in front of the collapsed iron door.

The expressions of the burly Roman royal guards are still ferocious, and those frozen movements are full of indescribable power and destructive beauty.

But at this moment, all that remains is the body frozen in the blizzard, and the soul has already fallen apart at the moment of breaking through the giant door.

In the square behind the giant gate, two pieces of darkness have collided in this narrow gap.

Shouts, roars, and lamentations mingled together, and no more sacred hymns or solemn prayers could be heard.

In the sky, the head of the Drought Demon hangs high, pillars of fire rise from the ground, and the red tornado sweeps across the earth, sucking in all the predatory angels who pounced in the sky.

Under the guard of the flames, the face of an ascendant from Dongxia changed suddenly. He lay on the ground, listened, and then shouted hoarsely to the front: "Retreat! Retreat!"

But, it's too late.

Cracks in the earth appeared, and then, as the masonry collapsed, the infinite darkness of the abyss appeared from behind.

The loud noise spread.

The originally huge square collapsed and collapsed in the earthquake, and countless people fell into the darkness with no end.

The Prey Angels, who had already shrunk their defenses long ago, did not suffer any damage at all.

Now, there is only a narrow road less than twenty meters wide that connects the giant gate and the glorious hall, like a bridge flying over the darkness.

As the array pushed forward brazenly, it cruelly pushed all the survivors off the cliff and into the eternal darkness.

"damn it……"

The commander's face turned pale.

The sudden collapse just now destroyed almost all the main force of the legion brought in. In fact, a counterattack almost completely wiped out these guys.

And the fundamental reason why they can still maintain their defense and are passively beaten... is that something seems to be going wrong on the other side?

Although I don’t know what’s going on, there seems to be an extra group of underdogs in the Glory Hall now who are wreaking havoc everywhere.

I can't understand why at this juncture, the enemy began to fight with each other, and rebels appeared?

This is so fucking evil!

But on the other hand, it is also the greatest good news for them.

Unfortunately, luck did not favor them for long.

The rebellion was soon suppressed again, and the blood-stained war angels once again gathered into an array and advanced on the bridge.

What is even more despairing is the appearance of several huge statues more than ten meters high behind the array, as well as burly giants that are several times taller than other warring angels on average.

The majestic and cold colossus was built and carved by countless believers with painstaking efforts, while the giant angel was shrouded in cursed steel armor and a halo.

The absolute elite among the giant war weapons, the Praying Colossus, and the Hunting Angels who have been born for more than hundreds of years and have experienced countless blessings and battles - the Paradise Guards!

For a moment, everyone felt an unprecedented coldness in their hearts.

"Ten minutes, Third Sister! Third Sister, give me ten more minutes!"

The young man who was sent back from the front line rushed to the front again, shouting hoarsely: "I still have nineteen Youqi, I can still charge again!"

Only ten minutes! "

At this moment, that face has long been covered in blood and scars, and the childishness and smile of the past are no longer visible. Only the iron light in the two eyes is surging, like an evil ghost.

In his hand, the ancient bright silver spear roared like a dragon.

"Stop joking, Yuan Zhao, this is not a place for you to mess around!" Mo San reprimanded, but the young man's expression remained unchanged and he just looked at her.

"Ten minutes, I only need ten minutes!"

He said: "If I can't come back in ten minutes, you can just withdraw and leave me alone."

Mo San instinctively wanted to slap this guy awake, but when he saw those eyes, he couldn't help but froze for a moment and sighed helplessly.

How could I have forgotten it?

This is another psychopath named Yuan...

The raised palm did not wave down, but gently helped him hold his collar, and finally, pressed his shoulders.

"Okay, just ten minutes, I'll cooperate with you."

She hesitated for a moment and finally gave the order: "Remember, if you can't beat him, come back. Don't be like your brother."

"Okay-"

Yuan Zhao raised his brows and smiled proudly, so happily, just like that, he slowly backed away and waved goodbye to them: "This time, it's up to me!"

After turning over and getting past the broken defense, the young man stepped forward on the broken ground. The blood-stained spear tip scratched across the ground, and a string of sparks exploded.

Just like that, facing the roaring iron flow, he raised his finger, brought it to his lips, and blew the calling whistle.

The chirping of an eagle spreads its wings and soars.

The injured dragon horse galloped out of the void again, and just behind it, the underworld knights burning with green flames reappeared, and the ferocious will-o'-the-wisps spread from under the iron hooves.

The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.

Thousand-year green blood flames rose from the young man's hand, like a swaying banner, leading the immortal Youqi to charge into the battle again.

The ghostly light collides with the iron current.

The war broke out again.

In mid-air, the head of the Drought Demon suddenly raised his eyes and screamed silently. The red flames extended in the mid-air and turned into giant snakes, flying out towards the soaring monsters again.

At the end of the battle line, there was silence.

There was a faint roar, but it couldn't cover up the thick boiling sound coming from the cauldron.

The thick white soup is boiling in the huge iron pot, exuding a tangy aroma.

The pony next to the stove mouth was tied up. Guo Shouque patiently watched the fire and waited for the heat to be completed. Then he raised the spoon in his hand and tapped the edge of the pot.

"It's almost time to take the pot."

Before he finished speaking, a pale face suddenly emerged from the pot, screaming, choking, and swearing. Ignoring the hot hands, the reborn Ascendant climbed out with difficulty on his hands and knees and rolled on the ground.

The dripping soup dripped from the body like amniotic fluid.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

By the time the last face appeared, the thick soup was almost as clear as water. Before he could get out, Guo Shouche's rolling pin hit him in the face and pushed him back.

"The big bones are all gone. What's the rush?"

The old man curled his lips: "Let's wait for the next pot."

Now, right next to the cauldron of the Kitchen Demon, the Ascendants who had just fallen into the pit were breathing hard one by one. Under the medical treatment of their teammates, a little color finally returned to their faces.

"It's too late. I'm telling everyone to be careful."

The last one to come out choked and coughed, and warned hoarsely: "There are bugs down there, big bugs! They are crawling up like crazy..."

"oh."

Guo Shouque nodded slightly, without any surprise: "For so many years, the things in the sewers have not been changed. Even if they are old-fashioned, they are too old-fashioned."

He casually threw two vegetable leaves into the pot.

After thinking for a while, he took out a few hearts from the darkness of the bamboo basket and put them into the water together.

The boiling sound sounded again, gradually getting louder.

But in the strange sound that shook the soul and consciousness, a clear clang suddenly burst out - like a roar from steel.

That pure and high-pitched voice penetrated the turmoil and fighting on the battlefield. It spread its wings arrogantly and rose into the sky. The invisible wings blocked all small sounds.

In this world, there is only the spread of pure lingering sound.

Just within earshot of everyone.

"No shot back?"

Guo Shouque raised his eyes slightly, licked the taste of rust and blood on his lips, and couldn't help but click twice, "Although the taste is not bad, it is rare..."

In the distance, on the narrow bridge formed by the collapse, a bloody waterfall spread.

The pure iron light gathered into a bunch, burning in the hands of the knights charging forward, protruding forward, tearing apart the iron wall and the enemy formation with the roar, and piercing inward like a broken bamboo.

Just behind him, the burning ghost knights shouted silently, following closely behind him, galloping among the array of war angels.

Even the Paradise Guard, before it was hailed as a unique skill with no return, was destroyed and penetrated.

Not even enough to stop him for a moment.

Spears, swords and even arrows penetrated the young man's body, tearing apart the armor and wedged into the flesh and internal organs, but the green blood seemed to be endless.

The iron light in those eyes was burning, as if it was lighting up the dark world as well.

"Come again!" Yuan Zhao turned around and shouted: "Come again!"

Under the galloping of the dragon and horse, the cliff across the front was once again opened up, and the cavalry shrouded in will-o'-the-wisps clashed left and right in the hell, and finally, they rushed forward again.

Regardless of the support of friendly forces, he has been left behind.

Cutting through the iron wall and crossing the array, when the waves spread, the noisy and mighty spirit seemed to be followed by thousands of troops!

——[One ride and ten thousand rides]!

The unique skills that once dominated countless legions and swarms reappeared here, subverting the huge gap between the enemy and ourselves, and once again pushing both sides to the same level.

Or rather, the edge of the same cliff.

"Stop him!"

The blood-clothed priest's expression suddenly changed.

Under the protection of many war angels, he seemed to want to retreat, but it was already too late.

Lu neighed.

The iron hooves trampled again, stepping on the face of the war angel and leaping up. Just like when I crossed Tanxi, I crossed the desperate situation of life and death.

Falling from the sky with dragon spear and green blood!

"——Death!"

Bang!

Thick plasma splashed.

The rickety corpse was picked up by the spear and flew into the air. Like insignificant dust, it fell to the earth and was trampled into mud by the Nether Knight.

"The chickens and dogs are vulnerable!"

On top of the war horse, the knight spurted out a mouthful of scarlet foam and sneered disdainfully.

"presumptuous!"

At that moment, an angry snort came from the glorious hall just around the corner.

The silver door decorated with countless icons and reliefs suddenly opened, and in the dark hall, a scarlet eye lifted up and locked onto the original photo.

The giant hand reaches out!

"Idiot, you rushed too far forward!!!"

Mo San subconsciously rushed forward, activating Hanba's firepower, trying to cover, but it was too late, and he could only watch in despair as the giant hand moved closer to Yuan Zhao.

Enough is enough with your bunch of brainless lunatics!

As soon as my brain got hot, I almost rushed to the door of the Brilliant Hall...

She gritted her teeth, and her body disintegrated in an instant, turning into a stream of flames and sinking into the Drought Demon's Head, urging this authoritative relic to fall towards the ground.

No matter what, at least save the life of this dead second--

But before that, the whole world fell into a strange silence.

Everything seemed frozen.

Immediately afterwards, above the sky, below the earth, and in the circuits that covered every part of the lower floor of the Gospel Holy Seat, a shrill neighing sound suddenly exploded.

"——■■■■■■!!!"

Whether it was the current situation or hell, everyone's eyes turned dark involuntarily.

In that sharp cry, endless despair and fear overflowed, filling every soul. Even the big hand was slow for a moment, and he didn't have time to completely crush the galloping guy to death.

And the sharp screams were still ringing and erupting, mixed with the sound of steel rubbing against each other, the crisp sound of bones breaking, and the sound of explosions and electric currents that seemed to come from some microphone.

As if he had forgotten to turn off the free microphone, the creepy sound of ravaging spread and reached everyone's ears. In the end, all that was left was vague choking and pleading.

"Don't fight anymore, please, don't fight anymore..."

The victim hugged the thigh in front of him and cried loudly.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled sound that spread again.

The soft sound of hard leather rubbing against the earth, the crisp sound of iron rods colliding with skulls, heavy chairs dragging on the ground, low and steady footsteps...

Finally, he picked up the bruised and swollen victim on the ground and asked angrily:

"——You won't fight if you say you won't. Don't I want to lose face?!"

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