Facing the fist flames coming down from the sky with a destructive aura, Lampard still slashed out with a tepid sword.
His movement of swinging the sword seems to be very slow, but when you think that your sight has caught his sword path, what you see is just a phantom of nothingness.
While swinging the sword, a series of subtle crackling sounds like the crackling of torches came from the blade of the black giant sword, and countless irregular plasma filled the air, completely enveloping the black blade.
Then, a glaring silver-white plasma as thick as an arm shot out from the tip of the sword, facing the fist flame in the sky like a meteor falling.
Boom—The moment the two terrifying forces collided, the world seemed to suddenly quiet down.
Even time and space suddenly froze.
Just when people were astonished as to why the terrifying explosive force wave they had imagined did not spread, a belated bang resounded through the sky, and then the sky filled with silver snake-like plasma and red-red profound fire mixed and bloomed like It is a group of beautiful and deadly fireworks, giving a shocking blow to the gaps in people's thinking.
At this moment, it was like the destruction of heaven and earth.
The coalition soldiers fighting directly below felt a hurricane blowing. Thousands of soldiers flew all over the sky like rice husks in the hurricane, and then fell down screaming.
The confrontation between the two powerhouses finally affected ordinary soldiers.
Many of them will never forget this terrible scene in their lives.
Under the force of the shock, Lampard stepped back three or four steps before slowly standing still. The veins on his arm were exposed, and traces of blood appeared.
In the sky, Pedro obviously didn't feel any discomfort because of this. In the next moment, Hasselbaink, who was attacked and killed, hit another punch, and a bloody arrow spewed out from his mouth.
"Damn it!"
He roared like a trapped animal, his body flashed with lightning, and he immediately backed away to open the distance, then he raised his hand and swallowed some potion, and all the injuries on his body recovered in an instant.
Seeing that Lampard was safe, Hasselbaink finally felt relieved, and laughed angrily: "Haha, I forgot, you still have the giant sword bestowed by His Majesty in your hand, why don't you put it on your shoulders?" , Do a big job today and kill this demigod of Barcelona!"
"good!"
Lampard's answer was just one word.
Before he could finish speaking, his figure had rushed into the sky like lightning. It was still an ingenious and ineffective sword strike, but it carried a terrifying power that had never been seen before, especially the black sword. Suddenly, like a revived god, the giant sword let out bursts of roars, bursting out with power comparable to that of a demigod, smashing the night sky.
"How can it be?"
Pedro's pupils shrank suddenly.
This red-haired man, the strength he showed before was clearly only in the mid-level of the Daichi-level venerable position, and it was difficult for him to receive a punch from himself. Why did he suddenly burst out with a power that even he felt threatened
After a while, Pedro's eyes focused on the black giant sword.
He suddenly understood something.
"It turned out to be a sub-god fighter? A sword-shaped sub-god fighter? What is the origin of this red-haired man? There is such a treasure?"
Pedro was extremely astonished. Sub-God Fighters are not common cabbage on the side of the road. Even in the Barcelona Empire, there are only a few high-ranking and super-big figures. Pedro is a rising star in Barcelona. The representative of the Supernova military did not get such a magical soldier.
After being slightly startled, Pedro's mind became active.
"Okay, I'm missing a weapon, since you've sent it to me, I'll accept it, haha!"
Pedro did not retreat but advanced, the flames on his body surged, and swept towards Lampard like a vast ocean.
"It's really not afraid to flash your tongue when you talk big, boy, grandpa chopped off your dog's head today, and let the Barcelona robbers know that Zenit will not let anyone bully you."
On the side, Hasselbaink was afraid that Lampard would make a mistake, so he immediately helped, two-on-one.
The fierce battle began again.
There is a huge secret hidden in Lampard's body. His strength has grown so fast that he can be called a pervert. He is the most golden saint fighter. The fighting soldiers that Sun Fei obtained from the last ancestral land of the dwarves had been eroded for countless years, and their rank had retreated to the eighth rank.
However, during this period of time, he was nourished and nourished by Lampard with his own original strength. At this time, he advanced again and reached the rank of sub-god fighter. Together, one person and one sword can be compared to a demigod-level powerhouse.
And Hasselbaink himself is a veteran powerhouse, coupled with Sun Fei's [Necromancer Mode] teaching, his strength has long been at the peak of the Daichi-level Venerable, and he is a half-step half-god powerhouse.
The two fought against Pedro and soon gained the upper hand.
"Hey, little guy, you seem to be dying, haha, grandpa hanged you up today, causing the people of Barcelona to suffer for three days!"
Hasselbaink and Fei had been together for a long time, and it was inevitable that he was tainted with His Majesty's bad taste and intentionally distracted his opponent.
"Hmph, do you really think you can win by relying on numbers? Then you really underestimate the foundation of a ninth-level empire."
Pedro couldn't bear it anymore, and finally seemed to have made some decision. He suddenly let out a cold snort, flashed out of the battlefield, raised his head, and swallowed a bottle of unknown potion. The next moment, a strange change appeared, and his fighting spirit suddenly surged. The crimson flames all over the sky also seemed to be dyed with ink, and suddenly turned into a terrifying thick black flame, and the aura soared and intensified countless times.
He punched out with both fists, and the sky collapsed.
"Damn, contempt, I'm actually on drugs!" Hasselbaink hurriedly retreated to avoid it.
In a blink of an eye, Hasselbaink and Lampard were actually suppressed.
"Damn it, I didn't expect this kid to hide his wife's book, and I'm going to show my hole card..."
Knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, Hasselbaink clasped his hands in the void, pulled out a huge and exaggerated death scythe-like strange weapon, swiped his backhand, stabbed, and immediately seemed to tear a piece of paper. Like thin paper, it opened a long crack in the thick black flame flower in the void.
Another sub-god fighter
Now it was Pedro's turn to be startled.
Hasselbaink's strength was already terrifying. At this time, he took out a sub-god fighter, and the two of them joined forces. This made the talented student of the Royal Military Academy of La Masia immediately understand that today's battle, I'm afraid there will be more defeats than victories, and it will be dangerous to delay it any longer.
He made a quick decision, took a blow to Lampard's Lightning Sword, and retreated backwards. At the same time, he took out a magic scroll from his arms and shook it in the wind.
A cyan beam of light that was sealed within it shot out immediately.
At this moment, even Tiandou was shocked by it, the pale blue beam of light shot at Lampard head-on, the latter only had time to throw the sub-god fighter in front of him, only to feel a huge shock in his body, spewing blood and flew away go out.
In this magic scroll, power that does not belong to humans is almost sealed.
Pedro succeeded in one blow and knocked Lampard into the air, and he didn't dare to fight back. This was his last resort, and he immediately dodged to leave the battlefield.
Who knew that at this moment, a sharp knife light pierced through the air beside him.
By the time he realized it, the saber light had already reached his back, almost to the extreme, it was difficult to reflect, and he had time to turn sideways slightly in a hurry, only to feel a chill on half of his back, and a cyan jade ring on his body jingled and shattered, his whole body Also use this to dodge to a thousand meters away.
"Want to run? It's too late, let me stay obediently."
Hasselbaink laughed loudly, and the death scythe in his hand drew out elusive and mysterious trajectories. When he succeeded in one blow, like a maggot attached to the bone, the light of the knife formed a dense net, which suddenly appeared and died, before and after. Greeted Pedro from left to right.
The undead magister was also extremely puzzled.
The move just now was clearly successful, but it didn't cut the strong Barcelona man in half. There seemed to be some kind of magic item hidden in the opponent's body that could block the killing blow.
At this point, Pedro was completely passive.
The chill on his back had completely turned into severe pain. He knew that he had been seriously injured and had to be treated quickly, but under the pressure of his opponent, he couldn't spare the energy to recover.
After persisting for more than ten seconds, beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped out of Pedro's forehead.
This is the first time that Pedro has encountered such a dangerous situation after decades of fighting in the South and North. The cold tentacles of the god of death have strangled his throat.
"Ah, damn it, how did this happen? What should I do? If the net of sword light in front of me lasts for another thirty seconds, it won't be able to hold on..."
Pedro yelled wildly, his face was ferocious, and there was already a look of despair in his eyes.
Who knows, at the next moment, happiness suddenly came.
The opponent's all-pervading sharp sword light suddenly paused inexplicably, and a very obvious flaw appeared in the sword light net.
"Chance!"
Pedro's eyes lit up as he was on the brink of death.
At this time, he had no time to think about whether this was a flaw deliberately revealed by his opponent or something else. He rushed forward with all his strength, burning his own original power, and his whole body turned into an unattainable flame, a flicker, already Melt into the void and disappear without a trace.
Under the threat of death, the proud general of the Barcelona Empire finally left behind 40,000 to 50,000 Barcelona soldiers, and also abandoned the glory and dignity of being the leader of the first army, and fled alone.
"Damn it, it seems that a magician has such a bone body that he has to be cowardly when playing close combat!"
Hasselbaink, the necromancer, shook his head regretfully.
This set of death scythe's sword technique was squeezed from the dark demon armor Basetulk by him. It is extremely fierce, and it is suitable for this huge death scythe. Unfortunately, he is a magician after all, and his strength in close combat is too weak. Many, a set of sickle knife method evolved to the end, the physical strength has been difficult to support, and a slight flaw appeared as a last resort.
And for a powerhouse like Pedro, even a fleeting flaw is enough for him to escape 10,000 times.
"It's a pity that I can't reveal my undead magic, otherwise I would have killed that grandson long ago."
The necromancer shook his head helplessly.
Although the Holy See has encountered provocations, and the notification of the mainland's beliefs is not as strong as before, undead magic is still a taboo topic for the mainland humans. He can't show his true strength, otherwise he won't Fighting with Pedro's back for so long, and still teaming up with Lampard.
"I don't know how Frank is doing?"
Thinking of Lampard, Hasselbaink thought of the scene of the handsome red-haired middle-aged guy being knocked into the air by the power of the scroll, and his heart tightened, so he was about to turn around and go down to check.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
At this moment, a flat voice suddenly came from the necromancer.
"Shit, can you suddenly appear beside me without saying a word, it's scary!"
The necromancer shrugged his shoulders, then dived towards the ground like a bomb, and laughed loudly: "Since even the chief general has escaped, let's kill today and let the people of Barcelona taste the taste of tears, hahaha! "
Hasselbaink turned into a ray of light and flew close to the ground. Wherever he passed, a number of Barcelona soldiers exploded like firecrackers, and they died completely before they even screamed.
The massacre of a Daichi-level peak powerhouse who shot with all his strength was simply not something these ordinary soldiers could resist.
Even if there are some strong fighting spirits in the Barcelona army, they can't hold on to a move in the hands of the necromancer.
Looking at the tragic situation below, Lampard hesitated for a moment, but did not stop the undead magister's actions.
According to the tradition in the war history of the Azeroth continent, the original is extremely strong and should not massacre ordinary soldiers like this. However, since the Barcelona people invaded Zenit, they have pursued a policy of genocide in southern Xinjiang. Nite civilians, even the elderly and three-year-old children are not spared. They burn, kill, loot and torture. They are simply a group of demons in human skin. They do all kinds of evil. They do not deserve sympathy for such opponents who have broken the basic rules of war. .
In fact, this is one of the reasons why the undead magister shot the massacre.
Without the presence of extremely strong men, the fate of this Barcelona army is already doomed.
Therefore, the second prince Domingos and the old Aryan did not command the Zenit army to counterattack, but still retreated in an orderly manner.
This battle lasted for less than thirty minutes, and the Barcelona Legion completely collapsed and retreated, like sand washed away by a flood, and quickly disappeared on the vast plain, like a fish slipping through the net, panicking But all day long, the wind was jittery, and he ran away desperately.
It was Barcelona's first rout of this magnitude after invading Zenit.
Some soldiers and officers who couldn't accept that they were defeated by a small first-tier empire felt that their faith had collapsed and committed suicide in pain. For these militarists, failure was unacceptable, and it was tantamount to losing The glory and pride of being an Imperial soldier.
It was only after the defeated soldiers escaped from the battlefield and retreated nearly 500 kilometers that they encountered the follow-up Barcelona army that came to support them.
"Huh, this is so ridiculous. Didn't Pedro claim to have the blood of the Catalan royal family flowing in his body, and he has an inexplicable sense of bullshit superiority? Didn't he always look down on us outsiders? Now?"
The Barcelona commander who led the reinforcements sneered.
"I heard that Pedro has fled..."
someone said.
"Hmph, the lord escaped, why didn't the sergeant fight to the death to defend the glory of the empire? It is really unforgivable to flee, come here, kill all the defeated troops who have retreated!"
The commander's eyes were dark, his pupils were deep, and he had devil-like pupils.
He didn't seem to be afraid of Pedro's prestige at all, and he was full of murderous intent, wanting to kill his own defeated soldiers.
"Master Alves, isn't this too..."
Someone nearby tried to persuade.
"My orders are never repeated a second time."
Alves' tone was icy, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Yes Yes Yes!"
No one dares to stop it.
The historical records of later generations are as follows: On that day, the [Spear of the Sea God] Legion and the [Hand of Judgment] Legion in Barcelona lost to the Zenit Southern Army in a duel of equal strength. Commander Pedro was seriously injured and disappeared. Alves, the head of the support army who had always been at odds with Pedro and others, took the opportunity to restore the glory of the empire and killed nearly ten thousand soldiers. The ground was stained red with blood, and corpses piled up like mountains.
However, the pace of Barcelona's invasion did not slow down. An endless stream of follow-up troops landed from the Byzantine harbor and set foot on the territory of Zenit, with a strength of more than half a million.
At the same time, the situation of the Zenit people who returned from the big victory eased a little bit. The Zenit army finally reacted and dispatched ten legions with a total of 300,000 troops to enter the southern battlefield. It is worth mentioning that Emperor Yassin and Zenit army god Arshavin did not appear in the sequence of reinforcements.
For the Zenit, the victory of a war is not enough to eliminate the crisis of the empire.
A more terrifying war awaits them.
In the entire continent, no one believed that this weak Tier 1 empire could persist for more than a month under the iron heels of the angry Barcelona people. The collapse of the Zenit Empire seemed to be foreseeable...
at the same time.
The remote [Land of Exile], Badwater Swamp.
Fei was immersed in the joy of the birth of the first batch of a total of one hundred secret gold warriors.
"You did a good job."
His Majesty the King patted Hasselbaink with great satisfaction, and the latter was flattered immediately, and knelt on the ground again with a bang, Fei Fei shook his head helplessly: "Go, take [No. 1] to [No. 100] ], carry out the next plan, before the sun rises tomorrow, help me get back 20,000 silver crystals, you know how to do it? Don’t force the souls in these crystals, I want them to return to me willingly To the continent of Azeroth."
"Understand, great and honorable master, don't worry!"
Although Basturk was a slut, he was also an absolutely capable slut, and soon he found a way, leading a hundred powerful and terrifying thugs, and marched towards the depths of Badwater Swamp.
Fei counted the time: "It's almost time, we should return to Beamon City."