"Jie Jie Jie Jie, the head of crime? This is a good word!"
The third-level demon-hunting wizard with the second-level Medal of Honor holds a circular magic wand under the wide wizard robe. The large ring is within the small ring, and the rings are interlocked, and the surging and majestic magic power fluctuations are released unscrupulously.
With a wave of the magic wand in his hand, dozens of purple haloes of different sizes appeared, spinning and shooting towards the slave monsters surrounding the World Guardian.
After a slave monster with a pointed head was hit by the aperture, there was a crisp sound between the ice armor scales and the aperture, like the sound of metal friction and collision.
The pointed-headed slave monster shook its head, leaving a column of blood behind, but it didn't appear to be seriously injured.
Buzz buzz…
However, as the purple ring that had just been poured out rotated and appeared again, and there were more than one in number, the slave monster let out a hoarse scream, and only heard the "boom", "boom", "boom", and "boom" of its ice armor scales. , the sound of bones breaking could be heard endlessly, and a body covered in blood fell from the sky.
Bang!
The corpse of this slave monster became an insignificant part of the bloody square streets.
Buzz buzz…
"snort!"
These rings continued to attack, and after an angry voice, large black flames came down, and these purple rings were submerged one after another.
Boom…
Thousands of meters away, a flaming red nest hundreds of meters high seemed to have its foundation destroyed and slowly fell, causing the nearby ground to tremble.
Everyone in the fierce battle looked at what appeared to be more than twenty demon hunters pouring out of the collapsed Fiery Red Nest, hunting the locusts who could no longer hide their figures and had also escaped from the Fiery Red Nest.
These demon hunters did not seem to have medals of honor. Some of them discovered the fierce battle on Green's side and came to provide timely support.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…
further afield. More and more demon-hunting wizards have been summoned by the Ripple of the Original Will of the Wizards, a first-class Green Medal of Honor, far exceeding the helpers summoned by the guardian of the Flame Soul World.
Green stood in the distance and did not act.
Under the face of truth, his eyes were calmly looking at dozens of powerful elite demon hunting wizards in the distance. They are quickly eating away at the slave monsters surrounding the guardians of the Flame Soul World.
These demon hunters are all elites with medals of honor!
Such a number of elite demon hunting wizards are not at all a low-level world guardian and two third-level locust men leading more than 300 soul slaves. Twenty or so low-level locust people can resist.
After a while.
"Ho! I have told all the guardians of this world that you have come to the Flame Soul World. Even if I die, even if the great Locust loses its will, and even if this world is destroyed, you will be buried with me!"
The black flames roared loudly and were killed by more than ten demon hunting wizards.
"Hahaha, I killed him! The body belongs to me!"
A second-level demon-hunting wizard laughed and lifted the body of the guardian of the Flame Soul World. Without the bonus of world power, the corpse is not much different from the locust man who is generally 1.5 meters tall in this world.
Except for a small number of demon hunters summoned by Greene, most of them did not even know the true purpose of the summons and only thought it was to kill the guardian of the world.
"Huh... let's let that little guy run away. I hope it won't bring any changes to the expedition in this world in the future."
Credia sighed softly, her eyes a little distracted.
After sitting and watching many demon hunting wizards resolve all the obstacles to the young locust man, Green turned back and glanced at Credia. The coordinates under his feet suddenly changed, and the next moment he appeared in a narrow space. .
The two-colored eyes of ice and fire are burning. Without any hesitation, Green's magic staff struck down.
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Huchihuchi...
The Imperial Capital of Annihilation is too big, in a small space under the ruins of the collapsed Fire Red Nest. The young locust man worked hard to get in, blocked the entrance, folded the green wings on his back, hugged his legs and curled up into a ball, crying.
All these changes in just a few days are so huge!
From the moment he was born, Jas Bieber has been surrounded by various auras.
A beautiful family, an enviable talent, a lofty status, the family's glorious inheritance...
"Jasbieber. You have to remember that you are a descendant of the great Wuxi Flame God. The former Wuxi Empire was as rich as any current empire. As long as you can awaken your own flame soul power one day, You can practice according to the family's "Wu Yan Yan Curse"..."
The history of the Wuxi Empire in the Yanhun World was extremely short. It's like the rise and fall of that talented person.
As a genius who has appeared in the history of the Flame Soul World, Wu Xiyan God has been practicing the Flame Soul Sword Art for four thousand years. He is rising like the sun in the sky. During the six months of Flame Soul Sword Discussion, he defeated one person after another. One locust saint at a time, until no one else can take the stage and try to challenge.
In this way, the Wuxi Saint attracted the attention of the original will of the world and became the Wuxi Yan God with a detailed history of promotion.
What a longing legendary story, inspiring generations of grasshoppers to work hard.
Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the family descended from Wu Xiyan God has gone through countless generations of clan leaders, from the very beginning as a saint clan leader, to the later clan leader who was barely promoted to the leader, and now...
Although the Wuxi family has a glorious past, today it is no different from those families descended from saints.
In theory, high-quality bloodlines will have better development opportunities, but it will always be just a theory.
Jasbibb has been told since he was born that the great Empire of Darkness is dying.
Because the light of the Dark Destruction Temple no longer shines, people can no longer pray and sing, and can no longer feel the attention of the great Dark Destruction Flame God.
Even the chief priest of the Dark Destruction Flame God, as the spokesperson of the gods in the human world, has been telling the great Dark Destruction Flame God that he is just dormant in the Kingdom of God, asking the people not to panic and continue to remain pious, but even he himself It is no longer possible to summon any divine power of darkness and destruction.
This means…
If he had not lost the favor of the Dark Flame God, it would mean that the Dark Flame God was in a huge crisis and could not even maintain the sacred glory of the church.
all of these. They are all so similar to the original Wuxi Empire.
"Jasbieber, don't pay attention to those rumors, we just need to do our own thing. How did you complete the homework I asked you to practice today?"
Jasbieber lowered his head, not daring to look into his parents' disappointed eyes.
"Not...not done."
"not done?"
really. What greeted Jasbieber was his father's angry roar and his mother's persuasive voice. An indescribable sadness appeared. The seven-year-old Jasbieber argued with tears: "Why can other nobles be able to enjoy happiness every day? Only I have to do this every day, I’m not even as good as a lowly civilian, why!?”
"No reason! Because you are a descendant of the great Wuxi Flame God! You want to revitalize the great Wuxi family! You want to regain the glory that belongs to the family!"
The father roared naturally, while the mother kept trying to persuade her.
"Okay, okay, just say a few words. Bieber. Come on, don't let your father down, make up your homework..."
In his boring childhood, Jasbieber's only memory was channeling the power of the Flame Soul over and over again, constantly swinging and sheathing his sword, hoping to one day condense his own Flame Soul Blade.
It seems like the days should go on like this.
Maybe one day in the future, Jasbieber will awaken the power of the flame soul and become a locust warrior, a locust leader, or even become a locust saint with better luck, continuing the family legacy.
However until today…
Six blood-colored moons hung high in the sky, and an oppressive and ominous atmosphere filled every corner of the Yanhun world. People took to the streets and looked at the sky, looking at the many strange moons that seemed to be dripping blood.
People began to secretly speculate that this was related to the Catastrophe at the World Gate of the Imperial Capital a hundred years ago. Is there any connection
These are all the topics discussed among the nobles.
As if he didn't know about the speculations and rumors about these Bloody Moons by some upper-level powerhouses, everyone was talking about them.
secretly.
Jasbibo discovered that a large number of locust legions were mobilizing around the Dark Destruction Imperial Capital. The formerly prosperous Dark Destruction Imperial Capital now had a curfew. At the same time, some families whose ancestral saints were still alive began to secretly move out of the Imperial Capital.
All this tells Jas Bieber that something extraordinary is about to happen.
God's messengers were placed on each flaming nest and were prohibited from approaching. Miracles that destroyed the imperial capital began to appear frequently...
Everything. After this morning, all the repression finally broke out.
After the six bloody moons gave off a burst of dazzling light. It began to solidify gradually, followed by countless monsters pouring out. Fighting with the powerful army of locusts, the sounds of explosions and falling corpses are endless.
Everywhere is filled with the pungent smell of blood.
boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom…
After breaking through the layers of defenses, the ugly locust-like monsters fell on the streets of the Annihilation Capital and headed towards the Fiery Red Nest. The Fiery Red Nest where they were was also occupied.
There were murderous monsters everywhere. Acebibber was so frightened that he was stuffed into a dark room by his mother, trembling.
In the cracks of the dark room.
Jasbibb saw his father, mother, and uncle being brutally and mercilessly killed one after another, including those nobles who tried to escape. After they were all killed, the bodies were transported back.
In the middle of the week of endless hatred and fear, Jasbieber only felt a heat emerging from his body. This was the power of the soul and the flame where the soul and the flame converged!
At the same time, there seemed to be an inexplicable voice whispering in my ears.
"Escape now..."
… …
In the ruins, Jasbieber slowly took out the "Black Flame Curse" from his clothes, his eyes filled with tears.
"Mom, Dad, I will definitely avenge you! I will kill all those evil monsters without leaving a single one behind! Wuwuwuwu..."
All of this is like the protagonist described in a biographical novel!
The glorious past, powerful enemies, and tragic reality are waiting for the protagonist to change his destiny.
From then on, the protagonist will seem to be favored by fate, growing up while fighting evil and powerful enemies again and again. The enemies he faces will become more and more powerful, and at the same time, he will become more and more prestigious in the increasingly declining oil waste civilization. …
"Quack, quack, finally found it!"
After the weird noise, Jasbieber raised his head and looked in shock. A beautiful bird got in from the gap in the trash and peed on him
The next moment, after a space distortion, only a skull with ram's horns was left in Jasbieber's eyes and smashed down. (To be continued)
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