Calm down and set up anti-theft measures.
Everyone has only one life.
In the eyes of others, the Iron Warrior's death was light and useless. Compared with the Brave Man, he was more like a moth flying into a flame, and his death was completely meaningless.
But…
Is this really the case
Even though, in the eyes of everyone, his death was such a pity, but in the eyes of the Iron Warrior, it was because of him that the progress of the Hades was hindered. Even for a second, he defended the Dajing Gate, defended his home, and defended the belief in his heart.
Nowadays, there are still countless warriors and God-given ones running on the front line. Every second, zombies and humans die in the battle. From the very beginning, this has been a battle to the death.
In this environment, death is the destiny and inevitable path for those who are given by God.
Boundless evil black air lingered around the ghost's entire body. At this moment, he had almost lost his human form. Not only had his head turned into a jackal, but even his tail vertebrae had grown into a huge bone tail. The razor-sharp bone spurs flashed a silver metallic cold light in the air.
“Die!”
"You humble beings, please dedicate your lives to the great Lord!"
The fire is burning.
The ghosts had no mercy, and the zombie army showed no mercy either. They invaded the town like locusts, swiftly and crazily. In just a short moment of confrontation, several God-given people and dozens of soldiers died.
Compared to warriors, they are chaos agents who only care about killing.
The Hades Ghost was not in a hurry to capture this land. Instead of occupying this place, what it wanted was simply to destroy it.
It will not tolerate any force that has the power to overthrow its rule. Therefore, the number of deaths and the amount of land destroyed in this war are not topics that the ghost cares about.
“Second Lieutenant, the brothers in the patrol team have... all been killed. There are too many zombies, especially since they have legendary warriors. We are simply unable to resist.” Shuangtong pursed his lips. Even though he had participated in many battles, his expression was now full of fear and his face was pale.
Xing Jun's expression was complicated.
Many things flashed through his mind in an instant, but then he suppressed them in a very short time.
Xing Jun turned around, looked at the town he had built, and finally let out a breath of air silently.
Just now, he even had the thought of running away, but he overturned it in an instant.
Escape? Xing Jun shook his head. He knew that with the brutality of the other party, they would definitely not allow a threat like him to walk around nearby. Even if he could escape for a while, could he escape forever
He is the last symbol of this land.
So he can't leave.
He wanted to stay, even for just a moment, he wanted to watch the course of the war with his own eyes.
A gleam of light flashed in Xing Jun's eyes.
He stood on the ground like a stone, his face full of tragedy, waiting for death.
… … … … …
"roar!"
With a roar, the bear holding two huge hammers was furious. Pure power was growing. In an instant, his muscles swelled more and more. Because his bones could not withstand such a degree of pressure, they creaked and blood covered his whole body in an instant.
"Break it for me!"
A strong man is still a strong man. Even if he suffered such serious injuries, it did not affect Xiong's performance at all.
He is the darling of darkness and the spokesperson of killing in the world.
Waiting for the opportunity, a red fist suddenly stretched out from his side, carrying a strong force, which was indescribably shocking!
“Bang!”
His eyes revealed bloodlust, brutality and ferocity, and then he grinned murderously!
Xiong exerted all his strength and did not stay any longer. The wild hammer was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. It rushed several meters ahead. Wherever it passed, everything seemed to turn into nothingness. A moment later, this shocking blow suddenly hit the front of the ghost.
“Click!”
With a heart-wrenching sound of broken bones, the ghost's ribs were directly broken!
"I'm actually injured?!"
Listening to the sound coming from his chest, Mingui felt that it was like a huge bell ringing in his ears, piercing his ears like thunder and like an epiphany.
"boom!"
"How dare you hurt me? I want you to die!" The ghost was completely crazy. He had lost his mind at this moment. In his violence, he even bit his lips and blood instantly flowed all over his lips. But even so, his face still contained endless resentment.
Deep in its eyes, a gleam of light burst out, like a blood-red sword tearing through the soul!
The ghost roared angrily. He was so proud that he was ambushed by the bear, which made him very angry. The next second, he flashed and came to the side of the bear. Although he was conceited and arrogant, the power of the bear's swift hammer just now was obvious. The ghost didn't want to be hit again!
No way back...
The reason why Xiong was able to successfully injure the ghost was all due to the sneak attack. Now, there is a whole realm gap between the two sides, and this is obviously not a battle of the same level at all.
However…
Faced with the threat, Xiong not only did not stop, but the hammer manifested even greater power and then crushed down even faster, without a single hint of hiding his weakness.
“Foolish!”
The ghost took a cold glance, then immediately mobilized the bone spurs behind him. The silver tail instantly wrapped around his body and coiled into a ball, forming an unshakable fortress!
The ghost ignored the attack, grinned grimly, and clenched his fist. At this moment, the fist that had devoured countless lives was like thick magma. The murderous intent it conveyed was enough to burn the souls of others to annihilation!
The bear struggled with all his might, his entire body covered in blood and flesh, and it turned all red. His extreme desire to survive made him try to reverse the situation.
But all this has been of no avail...
When the ghost clenched his fists and charged forward to fight back, the next moment, Xiong felt his body's functions rapidly declining. He roared and gritted his teeth. A look of horror suddenly flashed across his originally turbid eyes. His head, which was overwhelmed by anger, finally felt a kind of existence called fear!
Faced with this unstoppable attack, the bear's legs went soft and he was blown away alive. As he flew backwards, countless blood gushed out from his abdomen, it was extremely miserable!
"Die! Die! You lowly humans, how dare you occupy such a lush area? Die!"
The ghost roared wildly, and the next second, he actually grabbed the bear's head and twisted it hard. The head of this man who was Xing Jun's right-hand man was twisted off.
Dead
With Xiong's death in battle, Dajingmen's situation became even worse!
… … … … … … … …
Qiao Yajing cut off the head of a zombie, stepped aside, and looked at the bear that died not far away. Her eyes were dull and a chill arose from the bottom of her heart.
Today, she experienced a scene more horrifying than all the battles she had experienced in the past decade or so combined.
Dead
All dead
These people were all considered to be the mighty and powerful ones given by God in the Dajing Sect, but they all died here so tragically.
… … … … … … …
Some scattered memories were churning in Qiao Yajing's mind.
The sky was slightly cool and quiet, and the white light shone on the earth, like a layer of gauze, or like a layer of thick frost. The quiet night was beautiful, but it also revealed a little bit of desolation, which made people feel a little sad.
The people in Dajingmen who were trapped in the reconstruction were not made of steel. Even though everyone was full of energy, they still needed to rest in order to replenish their strength as soon as possible.
Qiao Yajing closed her eyes, but could not fall asleep no matter what. She liked the growth of her strength. Although she had to kill many people and do many things she would never have thought of before, it was very fulfilling. This was a process that could not be described in words. It was stimulating and painful, and there was a hint of hesitation. Of course, it was only a little bit.
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
Qiao Ya sat quietly on the ground, holding her cheek with one hand and casually fiddling with the decorations hung on her ankles with the other. She was as beautiful as a flower, and her gentle humming was like the softest drizzle in the south in February. This scene made it hard to tell whether it was reality or a dream.
Qiao Yajing is very beautiful, not only because of her delicate face, but also because of her heart watered by blood. She is not the canary in those wealthy mansions, nor is she the patterned civet cat raised by princes and nobles. Compared to those words that represent weakness and charm, she is more like a man-eating green snake walking in the alleys between mountains.
Her name was Qiao Yajing. She did not seek her family's permission to hang out in erotic places, or it could be said that she did not need to seek any permission. Apart from her father who had made a great name for himself in the entire Dajingmen, Qiao Yajing vaguely remembered her biological mother as a gentle woman, like a flower, peaceful and comfortable.
The end of the world is not a good place to grow flowers. When Qiao Yajing was very young, her biological mother hanged herself. Perhaps she was tired of the life of fighting and killing, or perhaps she didn't want to face this hellish life every day anymore. She died in the autumn. That year, Qiao Yajing was four years old.
Qiao Yajing had no childhood, or even happiness. Besides her ferocious father, she also had a freak brother whose character was a combination of cowardice and tyranny. From a very young age, Qiao Yajing learned to protect herself, whether it was the former or the latter.
From the hesitation of her first killing to the numbness after her hands were stained with dozens of lives, this beautiful girl gradually grew up in scenes that ordinary girls could not imagine.
The fate of the strong is to die in battle.
As that powerful father was annihilated by the zombies, her life changed drastically.
She had been beaten, cursed, and even targeted by her own brother. Finally, after accumulating strength for a long time, she chose to resist. She chopped her brother into a skeleton with her own hands, and then she grew up, starting her brilliant life as an ascetic priestess.
She doesn't need sympathy, or affection.
Long-term repression made Qiao Yajing think that she had reached a state of not being shocked by the fall of the world. No matter whether she killed her brother or worked as a brothel owner, a job that harmed others for her own benefit, she never showed any shock. Killing someone was nothing more than a sudden blow of the knife and a head falling to the ground. There was no need to adapt or transition. It was so simple that she got used to this world where people eat each other, as easy as drinking water.
But she didn't expect that she would still be shocked. When she saw Yang Shuo summon such a terrifying demon spirit with such ease, she inevitably felt shocked and unbelievable.
Why would such a group of terrifying evil spirits willingly follow such a young man
Sometimes it is so simple to change the target. I originally wanted to find out the reason why the demons followed me, but somehow I paid attention to Yang Shuo. After careful consideration, I found that this man really has some desirable qualities. He is not very old, but he has a group of loyal demons around him. What's even crazier is that he not only has terrifying monsters like the Blue-Eyes White Dragon and Hellhound under his command, but also a legendary guard.
But the most crucial thing is what the indifferent man said.
"In the distance, it's warmer, with not only lakes but also rivers, more beautiful scenery and more beautiful clothes. In the distance, there are scenery and people that are a hundred times more vast and magnificent than here. Tell me, have you never thought of leaving here?"
Leave here
It's a really touching sentence.
With boredom and resentment towards this place, for this girl who had never felt any family affection since she could remember, some of Yang Shuo's words undoubtedly touched the deepest part of her heart.
Abandon the glory of Dajingmen? Even erase your own identity? For Qiao Yajing, these are not really important.
Qiao Yajing has always been indifferent to the lives of her subordinates. Compassion and kindness are too far away from her. She looked at him who was thinking with his eyes closed, and thought of the dream that was even more distant than compassion. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Who wants to live in the present
But how many people can break free from their restraints
The road is too long, and there are tens of millions of confused people.
"Huff..."
A strong dark force pulled Qiao Yajing back to her senses. Her eyes turned blood red. Although there were still countless warriors fighting back...
However, the power of the ghost is too wild.
The legendary power was fully unleashed, and under such power, the Iron Warrior was killed in one blow, and Xiong, the master who was entrusted with an important task by the Xing army, also had his neck broken.
"it's over."
Qiao Yajing has always been a pessimist. Her face changed slightly. She knew very well that under such circumstances, no one in the Dajing Gate could resist the charge of the Nether Ghost.
"Hahaha, tremble, despair, and give as much life and blood as possible!"
The dark ghost laughed wildly, looking sure of victory. All along, the numerous zombies that had been killing and attacking also launched a general attack on the Dajing Gate in an unstoppable manner!
it's all over.
At such a close distance, Qiao Yajing could even see the muscles on Minggui's face twitching, and the scars on his face twisted like a centipede. She watched all this in despair...
No one can stop this from happening...
As I watched the ghosts attack and kill with full force, and the pair of horrifying arms tearing apart countless companions and warriors...
"Alien!"
A terrifying roar sounded, and at the same time, a silver dragon-like thunder suddenly descended from the sky, fiercely striking the ghost!!!
Reinforcements?!
Qiao Yajing opened her eyes wide, and the next second, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and she opened her red lips and murmured to herself: "Could it be him..."