The Scorched Earth Plain is vast and desolate, just like its name. All you can see in this endless wasteland is a large piece of scorched earth. The land eroded by the power of nightmares is barren, and there are cracks all over the scorched black ground. The land seems to have been burned by fire—in the ancient memory of the King of Mountains and Rivers, this plain once had a time when water and grass were abundant and the population was prosperous. In the era of "The World", Gordon remembered that this land was located in the northern hemisphere of Colo, a temperate zone, or a subarctic zone. At that time, there used to be a beautiful city-state named "Ravendel" on this plain. A mortal saint ruled this land. She was a devout follower of the Goddess of Creation and led her people with wisdom and faith. Rooted in the wilderness—she's also a close friend of several wardens. In that beautiful era, although an evil god was imprisoned in the core of Kolo, the planet was still full of vitality and hope. Loken led the "ancient kings" to form the "Sky Council" and ruled together with mortals. With this planet...
Every day seemed to be sunny back then.
But that time is gone forever.
Gordon came back from a brief trance, and he saw a pillar of smoke and dust slowly collapsing, and countless twisted and evil monsters were being sent away by the battle formation spells of the Knights and the flaming storm of Gulash, the Lord of Fire. Back in the depths of the chaos, the chaotic storm that covered the sky and the sun seemed to have subsided for the time being.
This is the Scorched Plains of today—in this cursed place, there are only monsters, and endless monsters.
"Gordon, are you okay?" The voice of Aftina, the King of Wind, came from the side, and the giantess summoned a healing aura to sprinkle on Gordon's head, "You were distracted just now."
"Just remembering some past events." The King of Mountains and Rivers shook his head, looking at the human legion ahead, "repelling another wave, these mortal armies are stronger than I imagined."
"They have always been very powerful. After all, they are also mother's creations, and they are of the same origin as us," Aftina said softly, and at the same time reminded Gordon, "Concentrate, we are already very close to the territory of Loch Marton, it is very powerful. May have begun trying to influence our minds."
"Don't worry, I won't give it any more loopholes." Gordon said in a deep voice.
At the same time, above this mighty army, the three most powerful magic warships in the city of gods were sailing at a low speed.
It is extremely difficult to transfer materials from the real world to the Forgotten Abyss, especially when the main passage is blocked. Countless heroic souls of the City of Gods sacrificed themselves before transferring this city to the Scorched Earth Plain. More things are sent to this world—but to face the nightmare tyrant Loch Marton, flesh and blood is far from enough, so the pope and heroic souls still try their best to calculate the mass of every gram and improve the conversion of every energy In terms of efficiency, the three magic warships that were parked near the city of gods were finally sent to this world.
The Light of Dawn, the Saint, and the Dawn are the most powerful magical warships in the entire sanctuary, and even in the entire Colo. Although Gordon is not optimistic about the role these three spaceships can play, but They are still one of the only trump cards in this Nightmare Crusade.
In order to make the most use of the three spaceships in the final decisive battle, the three ships received the best protection during the entire march. Except for the fire support provided in the two critical encounters, the three spaceships The ship has hardly participated in combat until now.
On the front deck of the flagship "Saint", Hao Ren and his party stood together with the Pope, looking at the dark horizon ahead.
Compared with when he set off, the Pope at this moment is more silent. He is standing upright on the deck like a dead pine tree, his thin arms are holding his crutches tightly, his whole body is not shaking at all, and his eyes looking at the horizon are as deep as water , in those emotionless eyes, the old man could not see the slightest emotion.
It is difficult for Hao Ren to guess what a conglomeration of the souls of the popes of the past would think about—this old man has surpassed the concept of conventional life. He came from a mortal, but eventually turned into an inhuman existence, carrying and containing What did he see in the wise eyes of hundreds of sages who traveled through ten thousand years? What are you watching again
"That's the Spiral Hill." After a long silence, the Pope suddenly said.
Hao Ren followed the old man's line of sight, and on the horizon, a hazy and huge black shadow gradually became clear.
The Spiral Hill is not a hill, but a strangely shaped, spiraling tower.
He saw the land in the distance bulge, forming a conical base. Huge rocks and black matter with no visible material extended from this base, protruding into the sky like the tentacles of some weird creature, twisting and circling Extending upwards, it looked like a crooked spring, and inside this "spring", large groups of black smoke and dust and flashes of lightning rolled endlessly.
Behind the Spiral Hill, a large piece of thick fog connects the sky and the earth like a wall of gray and white. In the thick fog, countless strange things can be seen constantly emerging, just like absurd and weird dreams appearing in the real world.
If it is correct, it should be the "Confused Sea" mentioned by the old Pope.
With the blessing of legion-level magic, the army once again increased its speed, and quickly swept across the plain like a silver carpet flying close to the ground, and the spiral hill became more and more clear in the field of vision.
"It knows we are coming," the old pope looked at the weird spiral "tower" quietly, his tone was calm as if he had no human emotion, "Calassius, go and order someone to blow the horn, the last battle It's about to start."
Over the Spiral Hill, thick clouds began to roll, and huge tentacles condensed from the mist and smoke, hanging from the clouds to the ground like licking the earth, and the twilight at dusk wandered between the clouds, strange and bizarre The light spots are like the eyes of an evil giant beast. In the floating light and shadow, an unprecedentedly huge black shadow looms, and a huge coercion begins to stir between the sky and the earth.
Huge pillars of smoke and dust appeared out of thin air under the stirring of the tentacles, terrifying howls came from all directions, and the chaotic monsters continued to condense as Loch Marton woke up. One second they were just smoke and dust, and the next second they were all Converge like tides.
"Woo-"
The deep horn sounded from the three magic warships, desolate and heroic.
"All draw their swords, chaos strikes!"
The commander's roar swept across the battlefield like a storm, and the golden battle flags began to burn violently. The sacred runes of order flashed on the chests of every soldier, and the legion seemed to be coated with a layer of light. In this dark and gloomy In the world of nightmares, it becomes a dazzling sharp blade.
Compared with when it first set off, the size of this fearless legion has been reduced by nearly one-third. Thousands of warriors fell on the journey across the scorched earth plain, more than ten encounters, two chaos storms, Deadly spiritual attacks, these things have taken away many noble souls, and also made the living people exhausted, almost no time to rest - the attacks from nightmares are endless, the last battle has just ended, and the soldiers can almost Said that there is no rest, it is necessary to face the final battle like this.
However, no one flinched, and no one felt remorse. This is a war against the evil gods, and nothing can end it except death!
When the shouts of "Chaos is coming" resounded all over the battlefield, the warriors once again raised their blades to face the dark tide that was getting closer and closer!
The black tide formed by the chaotic monsters finally touched the arrows of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Army. The silver and black tides collided together, and the whole world seemed to stand still for a moment.
Then, water splashed everywhere.
Countless limbs flew into the air, including humans and monsters. The place where the two legions collided seemed to turn into rough millstones, and sparks and debris were scattered in the violent friction. The front ends of the two tides slightly Paused for a moment, and recessed a little inward, but the next moment, there was an even more violent rebound and collision again!
In this meat grinder-like advance, the silver arrow of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Army slowed down, but it still did not stop, but continued to move forward at a slow but firm pace, constantly approaching the base of the Spiral Hill. seat.
On the deck of the Saint, Lily anxiously watched the scuffle on the front line in the distance, and from time to time, she quickly circled around Hao Ren: "Landlord, when are we going?!"
"Wait a little longer," Hao Ren was paying attention to the changes in the clouds above the Spiral Hill. He knew that brave soldiers died on the way to the charge every second, but he couldn't put his combat power on the ground right now. During the battle, the sacrifice of those soldiers was to gain space for the second wave of attack, he had to understand this, "Pay attention to Gordon's movements, after they join the battle, let's go down to help, but pay attention to saving energy—there are bigger ones Challenges lie ahead for us."
"good!"
Lily nodded vigorously, and then concentrated on staring at the battle formation where the ten upper classical prison officers were.
Gordon, the king of mountains and rivers, was watching the battlefield closely.
The battle line is still moving forward. The warriors of the sanctuary "smashed" a passage in the chaos army with their flesh and blood and almost fanatical sacrifices. The surrounding area of the spiral hill has been covered by layers of black legions. However, the silver arrow of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Army was like a sharp knife cutting into carrion, cutting through this thick barrier bit by bit.
In the battle of the frontline assault corps, the rear troops were able to continue to advance.
Suddenly, a powerful spiritual coercion swept across the battlefield.
Like a gust of wind blowing across a lake, unspeakable spiritual power swept the spiritual world of everyone on the battlefield, and countless grotesque hallucinations and negative emotions emerged, making everyone's breathing stagnate, even though the high-ranking combat priests He quickly dispelled these spiritual attacks with divine magic, but the feeling of heart palpitations could not go away for a long time.
The King of Mountains and Rivers, Ge Dun's eyes flickered, and at the same time as the spiritual storm swept past, he saw something strange appearing in the giant pillar of smoke and dust on the front line.
Two huge tentacles formed in the smoke and dust, and countless ugly monsters with abscesses all over their bodies and four or five meters in height emerged around the tentacles and rushed towards the battlefield—
"The derivative of Loch Marton has appeared!" The voice of the King of Mountains and Rivers was as loud as his title, "Wardens, prepare to fight!" (To be continued~^~)