According to the legend, [Northern Human Emperor] is the reincarnation of the god king. He rose four years ago with an unstoppable momentum. He rose to the position of young supreme within a short period of time. Complete victory, especially the defeat of the Barcelona army some time ago, can be regarded as a world hero, with a high reputation, directly catching up with Maradona, the martial saint of the mainland.
Some once said that the Emperor of the Northern Territory may have already achieved the position of a god.
Moreover, in the past month, more shocking news has been faintly transmitted.
It is said that this young and immortal hero has already swept the entire northern region with the power of ruling the world, and fulfilled the wish that countless emperors have dreamed of but could not achieve for thousands of years—unifying the continent of Azeroth , Become the unrivaled hero who dominates one side and competes in the world.
Speaking of which, in today's Azeroth continent, there are no more than two people who dare to take in those remnants who have already forged a blood feud with the Holy See.
One is Marado, a martial saint from the mainland who sees his head but never sees his tail.
It's a pity that this person has always been mysterious, and besides the disciples, he doesn't have a fixed influence and territory. Even if he is found, it is estimated that he will not be able to accept so many people.
The other is none other than [Northern Emperor]Alexander.
This upstart from the mainland has risen strongly, like the sun, which makes people dare not look at him. Not only is his personal strength absolutely comparable to Maradona, the martial saint of the mainland, but he also has a vast territory of tens of thousands of miles. There are countless masters and strong men who are on their own, and their momentum is so strong that even the Holy See, which has won the holy war, dare not underestimate it.
At first, everyone was worried that [Northern Emperor] would not be able to take in a group of remnants who had nowhere to go.
Later, it was reported that the upstart hero was a close friend of Shalawi and other war leaders, and he strongly welcomed everyone, which dispelled everyone's doubts.
For this army that lost its country, it was as if the travelers who were struggling in the darkness finally found the light, they finally found the place of hope.
Now, they have traveled long distances for more than half a month, and finally came to the junction of the Central Territory and the Northern Territory.
As long as they cross the not-so-broad Gulf of Naples and enter the northern border, they will be safe.
This is the last darkness before dawn.
Every soldier comforted himself in this way, desperately squeezing the last energy in his body, speeding up, keeping up with the advancing army, so as not to fall behind and drag other comrades back.
Just at this moment—suddenly, waves of unstoppable energy fluctuations rolled and stirred from the distant southern sky.
It is the power breath of the top priest of the Holy See.
Fighting with the Holy See's army these days, the soldiers are all too familiar with this aura.
The piercing killing intent came from nowhere, causing everyone's hearts to sink slowly.
"Hahaha, a group of bereaved dogs who are in panic all day long, I thought they had escaped somewhere, but it turned out to be here!"
Amidst the loud laughter, Wu Dao's figure shining with silver flames appeared in the far south sky.
The leader was as fat as a mountain of meat, wearing a blood-colored cross shirt, and the huge blood-colored cloak could only cover half of his body, which looked ridiculous.
However, in the army, no one can laugh.
This fat pig is called Kasai, and he is the deputy head of the Holy See's Judgment Knights.
This demented and stupid guy who looks like a fat pig is actually very scary.
His hands were stained with the blood of countless powerhouses from the Red and Black Empires. Ten days ago, more than a thousand members of the Royal Family of the Red and Black Empires, no matter men, women, old or young, were personally killed by this person one by one. , The method is extremely cruel, he is the loyal lackey of Pope Blatter and Platini, and his strength has reached the peak of the extreme powerhouse, unfathomable.
And the four figures in blood-colored robes following him are Kasai's deputy, known as the [Four Gods of Punishment]. It is stained with the blood of the warriors of the two empires and innocent people.
It is said that these five people used to be scum strong men who harmed one side. Their evil deeds were notorious, their blood and debts were heavy, they burned, killed, looted and tortured. The Holy See has turned into a priest of the Holy See, with a high position and no scruples.
None of these five guys are kind.
Seeing that he could enter the Northern Territory, he did not expect to be chased by this cruel and terrifying guy at this critical moment.
Now it's troublesome.
Whoosh!
A few powerful auras rose from the ground, they were strong men in this team who still had the power to fight a battle, they were not afraid of death, and rushed towards Kasai's five people, trying to stop them Killer.
Kasai waved his big carrot-like hands impatiently.
"Uh... poof!"
"ah… "
Dozens of strong men from the two empires sprayed blood and flew out before they got close to this person. The gap in strength between them is really too big, and it is simply a gap that is difficult to bridge.
Kasai's fat body stood tall in the void.
He looked at the more than 400,000 troops below, and the smile in his eyes was cold and cruel, as if he was looking at a group of ants.
Kassai glanced around, frowned, and suddenly shouted: "Shalawi, Cassano...don't get out of here, aren't you tough? Don't you want to protect the untouchables? Why did you become a turtle, haha Haha, if you don’t come out again, I’m going to go on a killing spree and trample all the ants below to death one by one.”
The voice stirred between the heaven and the earth, and the undisguised murderous intent changed the color of the situation...
"what to do?"
Below, in the waist-deep grass, several officers looked up anxiously, looking up, at a loss.
On the simple stretcher beside them, the unconscious people carried were Shalawi, Cassano, Palacio and Diego Milito.
In the previous bloody battle, these four young sovereigns almost relied on their own strength to snatch back the last team of more than 400,000 people from the shadow of death.
Especially when the city of Milan, the last fortress of the two empires, was captured, the two sides fought in a dark, bloody sky. The young and aura of the young Supreme Pato, in order to cover the army from the battlefield, he did not hesitate to block more than dozens of opponents of the same level by himself. , fighting unyieldingly in a bloody battle, and finally blew himself up and fell, winning the chance of escape for this last army.