Chapter 242: The Various Forms of Life on the Battlefield

"Hehe, if I hadn't thought of taking his life, do you think he could have survived in my holy domain for so long?"

"Oh, should I thank you for showing mercy?"

At this moment, the Lord of Canglong Island and the Ancient Emperor of the Dragon Clan were at loggerheads, constantly exchanging witticisms.

As the saying goes, if you don't agree, you can't say more.

The two of them just bickered for a moment, and then they both felt that it was useless to say more, and it was better to see the truth with their hands.

So, a collision between domains began again.

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On the earth, yellow sand filled the sky.

In the human territory, Mozhou, there were flames of war everywhere.

At a checkpoint in charge of the Martial God Palace, dust was flying, drums were beating, and the human soldiers were wearing armor and holding spears, fighting fiercely with various alien warriors.

On the battlefield, the human warriors showed a tenacious spirit of resistance, and every charge was their desire for life and protection of their homeland.

The alien warriors were of different shapes. Some were several feet tall and had skin as hard as iron and stone; some were agile and extremely fast.

Their eyes flashed with fierce light, and the weapons in their hands were all effective. Some could spit out flames, and some could release cold air. Every attack made the human soldiers unable to defend themselves.

But the human soldiers did not retreat. They formed a solid line of defense on the battlefield, with spears like forests and shields like walls. Every attack of the alien warriors was tenaciously resisted by them.

Everywhere on the battlefield, human warriors fell, but new warriors immediately filled in. Their eyes were full of determination and unyielding, and they shouted battle slogans in their mouths, inspiring themselves and their comrades.

A human soldier, short in stature but firm in eyes, danced the spear in his hand like a swift wind. He was like an angry lion, constantly attacking the alien warriors.

His opponent was an alien warrior with extraordinary height and dark purple skin. The giant hammer in his hand was enough to easily crush rocks.

Every swing of the hammer brought a gust of wind, but the human soldier was always able to cleverly avoid it, and then stabbed the opponent fiercely when he showed a flaw.

Around them, other human soldiers and alien warriors were also fighting fiercely.

A human soldier was chased by a winged alien warrior. The alien warrior was extremely fast, and every time he waved his wings, a strong wind would blow, making it difficult for the human soldier to stabilize his body.

But the human soldier did not give up. He gritted his teeth, retreated while blocking with his shield, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

At this time, in a corner of the battlefield, a young human warrior was fighting with a burly alien warrior.

The young warrior was extremely fast, and his swordsmanship was even more exquisite. Every sword stabbed the alien warrior's vitals.

However, the alien warrior's skin was like steel, and the young warrior's sword seemed difficult to cause fatal damage to him.

The alien warrior roared and swung his huge battle axe. The axe blade brought a gust of wind and rushed straight to the young warrior.

Seeing that he could not resist, the young warrior swayed and nimbly avoided the fatal blow, then turned his hand and stabbed the alien warrior's eye socket accurately.

The alien warrior screamed, his body was shaky, and finally fell to the ground.

The weak defeated the strong and killed the enemy in battle.

This scene was seen by the human warriors around, which immediately aroused their morale. They shouted loudly and their courage doubled.

They knew that as long as they were united, nothing was impossible.

Their offensive became more fierce, and the spears were like the sickle of the god of death, harvesting the lives of the alien warriors.

The alien warriors were not to be outdone, they began to become more violent, and a huge alien warrior wielded two huge axes, like a crazy beast, rushed to the top of the checkpoint wall, causing great chaos.

Every time he swung his axe, a human soldier fell.

But the human soldiers did not retreat, they united closely together, forming small fighting groups, supporting and covering each other.

They knew that only in this way could they survive this brutal battle.

Just as the huge alien warrior swung his axe again, ready to kill the human warrior in front of him, a golden light suddenly shot out from the human camp and hit the alien warrior in the chest.

It turned out to be a human archer hiding at the top of the checkpoint. He found the right time in the chaotic battlefield and shot an arrow to kill the alien warrior.

This scene boosted the morale of the human soldiers. They shouted and raised their arms.

The battle became more and more intense, and both sides fell into a white-hot fight.

Bloody rain, life and death, this battlefield has become the edge of life and death, and every warrior is writing his own chapter in his own way.

On the battlefield, the shouts of the warriors, the sound of metal and iron, and the sound of war drums intertwined to form a tragic war song. This war song sings the indomitable and tenacious human race and the courage to fight to protect their homeland.

In this battle, everyone is a hero, and every drop of blood sows hope for the future.

At the same time, above this battlefield, a group of powerful people in the Yuanshen realm are also fighting non-stop.

The Yuanshen realm masters shine like stars, and their battles are even more thrilling.

The Yuanshen masters of the human race, dressed in a white robe like snow, holding a long sword, the tip of the sword points, the sword energy is sharp, and it cuts through the void.

His opponent was a Black Armor Clan warrior, his whole body covered with thick black carapace, like a moving fortress, his hands turned into claws, every swing brought a violent storm, trying to tear the opponent's defense.

The battle between the two was like the collision of thunder and storm, and every contact was accompanied by a deafening roar.

The figure of the White Robe Yuanshen warrior was erratic, like a dragon flying through the clouds, and every sword fell with great precision, but was always blocked by the Black Armor Clan warrior with amazing defense.

The White Robe Yuanshen warrior's eyes flashed with a cold light. He knew that this battle was related to the survival of the human race, and every time he attacked, he was merciless.

His swordsmanship was unpredictable, and every burst of sword energy seemed to tear the world apart, trying to find the flaws of the Black Armor Clan warrior.

The Black Armor Clan warrior, although huge in body, was extremely agile in movement, his claws flashed with cold light, and every swing seemed to tear the space apart, colliding head-on with the sword energy of the White Robe Yuanshen warrior, causing waves of space shock.

The long sword of the white-robed Yuanshen strongman shone with dazzling light in the sun. Every time he swung the sword, it was as powerful as thunder. The trajectory of the sword tip seemed to draw lightning in the air.

His eyes were solemn, and every step he took was like stepping on the rough sea, steady and full of power.

The black-armored strongman was like a beast in the dark night. His figure came and went on the battlefield like the wind, and every move was accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air.

The light reflected on the black shell was cold and chilly, and every swing of the claws brought the breath of death.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and the sword energy and claws intertwined, making a deafening explosion.

The swordsmanship of the white-robed Yuanshen strongman became more and more wild, and every sword seemed to split the sky; the black-armored strongman used his amazing defense and counterattack, and every collision made the air tremble.

The battle had been going on for a long time, and neither side could tell the winner, but a glimmer of sharpness appeared in the eyes of the white-robed Yuanshen strongman.

He suddenly put away his sword, retreated rapidly, and distanced himself from the Black Armor Clan strongman.

Seeing this, the Black Armor Clan strongman thought that the other party was going to escape, so he let out a thunderous roar and rushed towards the White Robe Yuanshen strongman like a meteor.

However, this was exactly the opportunity that the White Robe Yuanshen strongman was waiting for.

He muttered something in his mouth, and his hands quickly formed seals. The air around him began to condense rapidly, forming a vortex of sword energy.

The Black Armor Clan strongman rushed forward, but found that he seemed to be trapped in an invisible sword domain. The sword energy around him was like countless sharp blades, cutting towards him.

The White Robe Yuanshen strongman took advantage of the situation and flew up, with a long sword in his hand, and where the sword tip pointed, countless sword energy surged out like a tsunami, sweeping towards the Black Armor Clan strongman.

Although the Black Armor Clan strongman desperately waved his claws, trying to tear these sword energy, but the sword energy was too dense, and each one contained the power to destroy everything.

Finally, with a loud bang, cracks appeared on the black armor of the Black Armor Clan warrior, and then the cracks expanded rapidly, the armor shattered, and sword energy penetrated his body.

The Black Armor Clan warrior let out a shrill roar, and his body suddenly burst into a strong black light, and then fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

The White Robe Yuanshen Warrior VS the Black Armor Clan Warrior, a complete victory! .

At the same time, around them, other Yuanshen Warriors were also fighting fiercely.

A human woman waved a flaming whip with both hands, and the whip shadow was like a fire snake. Her opponent was a huge giant warrior, with eyes as red as lava, and every step she took seemed to crack the space.

The collision of flames and lava produced a suffocating high temperature, and the surrounding air seemed to be ignited.

However, the human woman was not afraid. Her posture was agile, and every whip hit the giant's joints accurately, making its movements slow.

On the other side, a young man of the human race, with storms all around him, condensed into a long spear, like a dragon out of the sea, stirring up the wind and clouds.

His speed was extremely fast, and his magical powers were unpredictable. Every spear seemed to pierce the sky.

He was facing a slender female warrior of the Night Clan, with lightning wrapped around her body. Every time she attacked, there was thunder, and her speed was equally amazing.

The battle between the two was like the interweaving of thunder and storm. Between the flashes of lightning and flint, the spear tip and the lightning kept intersecting, bursting out dazzling sparks.

The battle intensified, and every powerful Yuanshen was showing off his unique skills. Their battle was not only a contest of personal strength, but also a defense of the glory of their respective races.

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At the same time, on the other side, at the location of the Canglong Island defense line, the battle between the human race and the multi-horned, half-orc and other alien races had just ended.

The flames of war gradually subsided, the smoke dissipated, and there was a dead silence on the Canglong Island defense line.

On the battlefield, broken weapons were scattered all over the ground, and broken shields and broken arrows were like silent elegy, telling the story of the fierce battle that had just passed.

The blood-stained land was trampled hard, and every inch of the land was solidified with the courage and sacrifice of the soldiers.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on this silent battlefield, reflecting the shadows of countless heroes.

Some of the fallen soldiers faced the blue sky, as if they were still singing to the free sky; some faces were buried in the soil, like sleeping children, forever frozen in this last battlefield.

On this silent land, you can occasionally hear the low moans of the surviving soldiers, and their pain is particularly harsh in this quiet world.

A flock of crows circled in the sky, their cries were shrill and piercing, as if they were mourning for the warriors who died heroically.

Occasionally, one or two war beasts ran ownerlessly on the battlefield, their masters may have been lying on this land forever.

The sun slowly set, and the afterglow was like blood, reflecting on the battlefield that had just calmed down, adding a bit of sad beauty to this ruin.

The broken flags fluttered in the wind, like ghosts wailing, telling the cruelty of this battle.

There were many corpses of human warriors here, but more were corpses of alien races.

These corpses were scattered on the ground in all directions, some with distorted faces, revealing the fear and despair before death.

The blood had coagulated and mixed with the soil, dyeing the land red.

A young soldier squatted beside the body of a companion, his hands trembling, gently stroking the already cold face, his eyes full of sadness.

They had experienced countless battles together, but now they could only say goodbye here forever.

After a moment, he stood up and kicked the body of a half-orc soldier next to him, with a deep hatred in his eyes.

For some corpses of the same race, Canglong Island would help to collect them.

But those alien races would wait until the corpses of the human race were collected and then burn them clean.

At this time, an old soldier stood beside a broken tree, looking into the distance with empty eyes.

There was a deep wound on his chest, and the blood had soaked his armor, but he seemed to be unaware of it.

As a martial arts master with a golden body, he would not die even if he suffered such a fatal injury to ordinary people.

At this time, in his heart, there were only the figures of his comrades falling one by one, and those smiles in their lifetime have now become eternal coldness.

A team of soldiers cleaning up the battlefield walked carefully among the corpses. Their faces were no longer passionate when fighting, but were replaced by deep fatigue and sadness.

They carefully collected the remains of the dead. Those simple keepsakes might be the only thing that could bring a little comfort to their loved ones.

Suddenly, they heard a groan from among the corpses.

Turning around, they found that it was a dragon warrior who had survived with his strong vitality. A hint of coldness immediately appeared in the eyes of these people. .

The next moment, a shrill scream resounded through the silent battlefield... (End of this chapter)