The undead army has completely poured into the Forgotten City. In the city, they fought against the orcs and the remnants of the angels. Because of Long's departure, the orcs simply surrendered to the natural disaster army. But at this moment, they have been divided and surrounded by the Scourge, and their defeat is a matter of time.
Blood, all you can see is blood, a sea of blood, the war has reached the present, and the entire Forgotten City has become a hellish Shura field.
John has been besieged in a small corner of the Forgotten City, surrounded, front, rear, and in the air, full of enemies. There are only a few angels around him.
At this moment, John's whole body seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood. He looked miserable after a series of fierce battles with Long and Rose. His armor carved with exquisite patterns was broken into pieces, and his golden wings were covered with blood. There were bloodstains, but his body was still straight, exuding an unparalleled fighting spirit all over his body.
The combat power of undead soldiers is not strong, and the combat power of ten undead soldiers is not as good as that of a soldier on the main plane of order. However, at this time and place, there are too many undead soldiers. Even if the summoned undead creatures are not included, the number exceeds They are ten times.
Even if John is as powerful as a god, he can't compete with the natural disaster army, not to mention there is still a Rose who is dragging it.
At this time, an extremely huge abomination suddenly came out from the side, holding a huge long knife, and slashed at the defenseless John...
John let out a scream, and he turned around suddenly, his handsome face was full of ferocity and ferocity.
"Holy light shines!"
The long sword in John's hand was held high, and a beam of dazzling light was released from the tip of the sword and spread to all directions.
"boom-"
The light burned like a flame, and all the undead creatures around were reduced to ashes. The abomination that had sneaked up on John just now was burned to the bone, and fell to the ground staggeringly.
Even if the power of the gods is already at the end of a strong bow, it is not something ordinary small fish and shrimp can profane.
"Lord John, Lord John..."
Just as Johansson breathed a sigh of relief, a voice came from his ear, but an angel covered in blood came out and panted and said to him, "Master John, retreat quickly, we...we can't stand it anymore!"
"retreat?"
When John heard it, he was stunned. This word, which was impossible to find in his dictionary, sounded so strange and harsh at the moment. It was high above, and the angels who were at the peak of the main plane were also beaten and fled. At that time, in the eyes of other races, it was very unbelievable, but in fact, they were indeed defeated, completely defeated.
Shame, it's a deep shame.
In an instant, strong anger shot out from John's eyes. Hundreds of thousands of angels marched to the Forgotten City, and finally returned without success. This is absolutely unacceptable to the proud John, but this is not the most important thing, the most terrible What's more, it was not the orcs known for their ferocity and cunning that defeated the expeditionary army of the Holy Light Angels, but the undead clan who were regarded as trash by the main planes. The inferior trash race defeated the most powerful angel army in the main plane. John could almost imagine that when the news was sent back to the main plane of order, he became the biggest laughing stock.
John clenched his fists tightly, his tall body trembling uncontrollably, subconsciously, the command "fight to the end" almost blurted out.
"Master John, Master John, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing John's cloudy expression, the angel beside him couldn't help feeling worried, "My lord, are you... Are your injuries all right..."
"fine!"
But in the end, John endured it abruptly. He took a deep breath, regained his senses in an instant, thought quickly, and said coldly.
"Pass me an order to break through immediately!"
"Yes, Master John!"
The angel led the way.
"Whoo-pa-pa-"
Several white light bullets rose into the air, spread out like fireworks in the air, turned into dots of light, enveloped the entire Forgotten City, and lingered for a long time.
This is the signal for the Holy Light Angels to retreat!
Seeing this signal, the soldiers of the Holy Light Angel Legion were shocked. They burst out with all their strength, quickly broke out of the encirclement, and then quickly approached in one direction.
"What are they going to do?"
Ron asked puzzledly. He looked at Shaar who was next to him. The latter shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.
"They are retreating!"
At this time, Rose was slowly approaching. At this moment, she had returned to her human appearance, cold and arrogant, and could hardly be connected with the huge monster in heavy armor just now.
"retreat?"
Ron raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are we going to chase?"
"Do not!"
Rose shook her head and said, "We have no ability to stop them, we will only increase casualties in vain!"
Before Ron could speak, the Legion of Holy Light Angels gathered their teams. Despite repeated fierce battles, the Legion of Holy Light Angels, from the angels down to the ordinary soldiers, still maintained a strong fighting spirit. They maintained a close relationship. The battle formation, with warriors and knights on the periphery, surrounded by archers and priests, slowly withdraw in a neat and orderly manner.
Only then did Ron understand that Rose's decision was correct, even if he attacked them now, it would have no effect. He had to admit that his judgment on the experience and situation on the battlefield was far from Rose's.
John led the army of angels out of the city slowly. Seeing that the undead were not chasing him, he was relieved. Before leaving, he took a look at the forgotten city that brought him failure and shame, and gradually clenched his fists...
"I will definitely come back... Undead!"
John gritted his teeth fiercely, anger and ferocity faintly appeared on his handsome face...