Putting his hands on his back, Ying Zheng held his head high and sneered repeatedly: "Well, anyone who fails me or takes advantage of me must die!"
At this moment, Ying Zheng completely forgot about the fact that his soul was controlled by Lin Qi. He was just imagining proudly that in the future he would unify all the continents in the world, command countless soldiers to attack the legendary kingdom of gods, and conquer those male gods. Kill them all, and let those goddesses kneel on their breasts, weep in pain, and cry out for mercy. WWw. QuanBen-XiaoShuo. Com
Thinking of what he was proud of, Ying Zheng couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Come here, convey the order, and summon the imperial concubine to see you."
Ying Zheng felt like his whole body was on fire. Now he had to find some fun to extinguish the evil fire in his body. After thinking for a while, Ying Zheng shouted loudly: "It is written in the daily records that I ordered Zhao Lu to lead his people back to the Blood Qin Dynasty and go to the Eastern Ocean to conduct confidential matters. The superiors and subordinates are not allowed to reveal a word or dare to commit any offences. If you do, the whole family will be executed!"
Not long after, a young and beautiful woman wearing a blood-Qin palace dress, with a dignified and gorgeous appearance, and a graceful figure slowly walked into the watchtower. Ying Zheng greeted her with a big smile, and soon a song like song could be heard in the watchtower. Weeping moans. The fact that Zhao Lu, the palace steward next to Ying Zheng, was ordered to take people to the Eastern Ocean was also recorded in the accompanying book.
As time passed day by day, the Blood Qin army continued to attack the desert temple like a tide, and the old eunuchs of the Royal Enshrinement Corps accompanying the Blood Qin Empire disappeared day by day. But no one paid attention to this problem. How could people from outside the court know what happened in Ying Zheng's palace? And Ying Zheng's power is getting stronger and stronger, becoming more and more unfathomable.
At the same time, outside the main altar of the Milo Religion in the Eastern Subcontinent, tens of thousands of high-ranking clergymen of the Milo Religion were worshiping three blazing flames. A ball of red divine flames is the flame of creation that founded the divine palace; a ball of white divine flames is the protective flame that protects the divine palace; a ball of black divine flames is the flame of destruction that destroys the divine palace.
Since the founding of Miluo Divine Religion, the three-color divine flame has been burning deep in the main altar of Miluo Divine Religion. It has been unknown how many years it has been.
In the sky above three groups of blazing divine flames that are tens of meters in diameter, dozens of weird-looking phantoms of gods are standing in the air. above these gods. It is a giant sacred tree with lush branches and leaves. In the middle of the big tree, in a small cave like a shrine, a human figure with a faint golden light all over his body was sitting cross-legged.
A low voice came from this humanoid light: "It's time to take action! Believers of our tribe, are you ready?"
The supreme elders, elders, god masters, palace lords, altar lords, as well as many masters, Taoists, mages, etc. under them all knelt down and worshiped at the same time. It didn't come out, but there was an evil spirit rising from the whole body.
Since the last time Lin Qi rebelled against Miluo Divine Sect. After the Mystic Demon Tower was forcibly taken away, certain gods enshrined by the Milo Cult issued an oracle to launch a full-scale war against the Tian Temple. This is not a war between one country and another. This is a religious war launched by one continent against another continent!
In the area controlled by the Miluo Cult, countless tribes have mobilized elite warriors and mages, and devoted all their efforts to preparing equipment, ordnance, food and medicine. They frantically formed an army of staggering scale, even larger than the Blood Qin Empire's Western Expedition Army.
After all, the Blood Qin Empire's Western Expedition was only a national force. Although Ying Zheng was arrogant, he still had some sense. At least he would not recruit a large army to launch the Western Expedition in a way that would shake the country's foundation. But the Eastern subcontinent is different. All the people here are devout believers of the Milo Religion. All of them are extremely fanatical and devout. Milo Divine Cult gave an order. As long as they can still move, warriors and mages will swarm around and rush to join the army with equipment, dry food and medicine.
Therefore, Milo Divine Cult formed a huge and unusually large army. They have gathered near the huge trench at the junction of the Eastern Subcontinent and the Eastern Continent, preparing to divide into a hundred lines and launch an attack on the Tianmiao and the Blood Qin Empire at the same time.
Tianmiao has already dispatched a large number of elites to the west, and most of the Blood Qin Empire's mobile troops have also been transferred to the west. At this moment, the Miluo Sect is following the trend, which can catch Tianmiao off guard.
"Remember what we told you!" The voice of the human figure in the big tree was like thunder: "If you can win, kill as many as you can. If you lose, kill as many as you can. Win. If we fail, we will destroy the Tianmiao. If we fail, there will naturally be someone to mediate, and we are not afraid that the gods of the Tianmiao will really fall out with us!"
All the clergy members of the Miluo Cult looked at each other in silence. This is a bit demoralizing. Even before the war begins, we are already thinking about what we should do if we fail. Fortunately, these words were said in front of these high-level officials of Milo Divine Religion. If these words were said in front of the recruited tribal armed forces, it is estimated that the morale of 100% would be left at most 30%.
One of the Supreme Elders who founded the shrine hurriedly shouted loudly: "Please rest assured, God, we will fight to the death."
The figure in the big tree waved his hand gently and laughed slowly: "Those people below can fight to the death, their lives are not worth anything. But you can't. If something goes wrong, retreat immediately. Well. Milo Divine Sect cannot do without you, and we cannot do without you either. Work hard and do things with all your heart, and you all will have the hope of becoming gods in the future!"
These ordinary words made the high-level officials of the Miluo God Cult present flush with excitement. Their eyes instantly turned a terrifying blood color, and they all screamed as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they all kowtowed and bleeded, and swore hysterically that they would fight to the death with the Tianmiao, and that no one would escape in the face of the battle.
The figures of the gods gradually dissipated, and in the void that could not be heard or felt by these crazy upper-level officials of the Milo Religion, several taunts suddenly sounded: "This is human beings! An illusory promise, a little hypocritical concern, It will make them burst into tears of gratitude and make them work for us at the risk of their lives!"
"It's really incomprehensible that their ancestors were like that, but they are like this now! If we had known it was like this, why did we fight like that back then? So many of our companions have fallen, so many clansmen have died in the battle, why bother? Come?"
"Stop talking nonsense! The Mystic Demon Tower of our Mystic Demon clan, please find us the Mystic Demon Tower as soon as possible! Damn it, without the Mystic Demon Tower, what will happen to the reproduction of our clan? Although we still have a spare Mystic Demon Tower, But... do you know how difficult it will be for us to reproduce?"
"Okay, everyone, shut up and prepare to act as the situation arises. Launch a full-scale war and see what the opinions of those guys in the Temple of Heaven are. If they have a tough attitude, we will stop, but they must return the Secret Demon Tower. If their attitude If we are wavering, then keep fighting and take the opportunity to harvest more souls of believers so that we can recover a little more."
"Send envoys to those hypocritical long-eared people to see what their opinions are. They took the biggest advantage back then, and we can't let them go easily this time. We must share part of the benefits they get, Otherwise, war!"
Words full of conspiracy echoed in this small space, and countless weird and twisted figures loomed here. Many of them had a large number of heads and more arms. The aura they exuded was so ferocious. and vicious.
Just when the gods of the Milo Cult were inciting their believers to launch an all-out war against the Temple of Heaven, a change finally occurred in the Continent of the Undead.
At the core of the vast Continent of the Undead, a mountain made of white bones crazily emerged from the ground. With a huge roar, the mountain quickly rose to a height of tens of thousands of meters, with a base of several thousand meters in radius. Countless huge palaces made of bones were piled up, and ancient and evil auras spurted out from those palaces, quickly covering the entire continent of the undead.
Surprisingly, these ancient and evil auras can only be felt by the real undead creatures. The necromancers operating on the undead continent - as long as they still retain the characteristics of humans or other living races, they are completely unable to Feel the presence of this breath.
In countless ancient tombs all over the Undead Continent, huge coffins are slowly opened one after another. Countless people have lost their names in the long history. Even the oldest undead emperor in the Undead Continent does not know their names. The powerful undead slowly climbed out of the coffin.
Whether it is a skeleton monster or a zombie knight, whether it is a ghost or a lich, whether it is a dragon bone wizard or a nightmare banshee, these undead crawling out of the coffin all wear a small crown on their heads. Black iron, bronze, silver, gold, mithril, fine gold, up to the gem crowns carved from the highest grade magic gems. Relying on these crowns of different materials, these undead are divided into grades according to their strength. The strict class division clearly shows a The prototype of a large, well-organized force.
It is impossible to tell how many undead wearing crowns crawled out of the coffins. They took slow steps, but they moved forward for miles, dozens of miles or even thousands of miles. Soon, countless undead strongmen gathered under the bone-white mountain peak, and a huge ghost dragon with a body length of at least ten thousand meters came out of the nook of the mountain and lay lazily. On a gentle slope of the mountain peak.
The huge ghost dragon lay lazily on the hillside, and the faces of countless twisted wraiths could be seen looming in its light gray translucent body. Two red lights flashed in his empty eye sockets, and he looked down ruthlessly at the dense and boundless undead below.
There was a loud "click", and a gray lightning struck crazily from high in the sky, striking hard on the top of the mountain. (To be continued.)