When the battle line of the living began to falter, and the legion could hardly push forward, it was the dead who took over the burden of the vanguard and launched the last charge that was destined to change the fate of the entire world.
The separation of life and death, the passing of ancestors and descendants, is on such a battlefield, and reincarnation is achieved in such an undead way.
In front of the light wall formed by the wardens and the steel defense line formed by the knights, an inhuman army swept out like a storm across the border, rolling across the battlefield, and there was not a single normal living person in this army—they It is composed of corpses, ghosts, hollow armor and distorted monsters. Years and eternal wars have destroyed their limbs and lives, distorted their shapes and faces, but they cannot distort their inner souls. When the rotten army rushed up, Hao Ren knew that things were out of his control.
Lily was growling anxiously, and kept clinging to the ground with her huge claws. What happened in front of her made her want to rush up to fight with those heroic souls. Even Hao Ren himself was a little bit hot and couldn't hold back. The urge to live was just forcibly suppressed by reason. At the same time, Gordon, the king of mountains and rivers, is also stopping them: "We still have our own mission, this is their battlefield, and we are not qualified to intervene."
The army of the dead and "monsters" has already rushed into the line of fire. They charged suddenly from the flanks of the army, half of them crashed into the death zone composed of derivatives, and the other half crashed straight into the frontal defense line of the chaotic monster. It was not too intense They shouted and killed, and there was no brilliant divine magic brilliance. These warriors who were willing to fall into darkness in order to protect the mortal world just charged silently, and then slammed into the position of the chaotic monster.
A tattered flag fluttered on the top of this huge wave. This flag has been corrupted and polluted to the point that it cannot see any original appearance. It may have been a golden battle flag, or it may have been the flag of the Last Legion back then. But now it is dancing wildly in the wind like a piece of rag, and the end is tied to a twisted and festering bone spur. However, it is such a battle flag, but it is like a mountain that cannot fall down, despite the countless times of the chaos monster. The shock did not fall!
Suddenly, another banner was also raised in the charging team.
This banner is in an ethereal translucent state, and the profile of the goddess on it is so blurred that it is difficult to distinguish it. It is like a "spiritual artifact", a piece buried with the saints, and its body has been completely weathered, leaving only The spiritual weapon of the dead.
Holding this battle flag is a tall undead, riding on a ghost horse, holding the flag high and rushing forward.
The two flags gradually approached and finally merged together.
"Aaron! I knew it was you!" The tall undead fought with only one hand, and rushed to the twisted and mutated banner bearer of "The Last Battle Group", "After dying for so long, I can still see you again!" your turn!"
The distorted and mutated banner bearer actually seemed to hear the voice beside him, he stopped hesitantly, and recognized the person in front of him.
"Old man, you are dead, and I am dead too," the tall undead turned to look in the direction of the knights, "but they are still alive..."
The golden battle flag of ectoplasm suddenly tilted forward.
"Leave hope to the living! Let us old bones who have died once pave the way for them!"
The minions of Chaos fear no death.
But the dead and the Legion of the End will not be afraid either!
Just like a spirit that Colo has inherited since ancient times, an ancient saying——
Leave hope to the living.
For thousands of years, in every chaotic war, the barriers on the border of order have been like this: the defense line collapsed layer by layer, accompanied by the bloody sacrifice of countless border guards. Space, so that the people can survive until the end of the Chaos Tides.
The same is true of every secular country for thousands of years: when the war of chaos ends, the destroyed country of order becomes the nutrient and bricks of the new country, and the surviving kingdom relies on absorbing the resources and heritage of the dead country to heal its wounds and strengthen its Both themselves and their rulers know that sooner or later, their own kingdom will also become such a "nutrient". This is the law of inheritance in the world of Keluo.
On this battlefield, the same is true for the ancient warriors: when life and death, the crisis comes, even the dead will get up again, and go to the battlefield with their comrades in arms thousands of years ago, leaving hope to the living people.
Under the charge of a legion that is also not afraid of death, the defense line of the chaos monsters finally began to retreat again, and several huge openings appeared in the wall of death composed of derivatives. Most of the smoke column collapsed due to the impact of the army of the dead. Rockmarton's tentacles were shockingly exposed.
The sound of horns sounded from the three magical battleships, resounding across the battlefield.
The knights and warriors of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Army have obtained precious respite and regrouping opportunities with the help of the ancestors and spirits. When the horn sounded again, the earth-shaking roar echoed over the legion. The white sharp blade once again appeared on the battlefield, stabbing at the heart of Loch Marton - the Spiral Hill with an indomitable momentum.
Gulash, the Lord of Fire, and Jino, the Lord of Thunder, roared, a scorching ray and a ball of spherical lightning crossed over the battlefield, passed through the sparse derivative body group and the chaotic line of defense swept away by the army of the dead, fiercely Hit on those two tentacles.
A roar reverberated in everyone's minds. This roar that could shake the spiritual world meant that Lockmarton's main body was finally traumatized—as the two tentacles were severely injured, the derivatives finally stopped entering the battlefield.
The battle line of the Sanctuary Legion continued to advance, and finally reached the foot of the Spiral Hill.
It seemed that the mortal's repeated provocations finally made the nightmare tyrant lose his patience, or maybe it was because Lochmarton felt the threat from a series of changes, it finally stopped hiding.
Hao Ren felt a palpitating fluctuation suddenly coming from the sky, and even his demigod-level spiritual world was in a trance for a while.
Following an inexplicable induction, he looked up and saw that above the Spiral Hill, the clouds had been distorted in a funnel shape, and even the Spiral Hill itself seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fluctuating lenses, showing a constantly shaking appearance. And at dusk, the twilight spread wantonly behind the funnel-shaped cloud layer, and penetrated the cloud layer in a silky way, dispelling the thick cloud.
Huge tentacles hung down from the clouds one after another, curling and twisting maliciously, setting off a frightening energy storm.
A tentacle swept across the sky over the Spiral Hill, and the Spiral Hill shook violently like a dream awakened, and then shattered silently, two-thirds of the structure disappeared out of thin air.
Another tentacle swept across the sky of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Army, and within its shadow, countless soldiers looked dazed, and then one after another, they disappeared strangely in full view of the crowd, turning into "woke up and Dissipated dream product".
This kind of power is not something that mortals can resist!
"Mortals have done what they should do," Ge Dun, the king of mountains and rivers, suddenly roared, with countless brilliance blooming from his body, "Now is the time for us brothers to fight!!"
Aftina, the King of Wind, laughed and took a step forward: "There is not only a brother, but also a sister."
All the strength erupted from the ten wardens, and the pure light of order formed a turbulent ocean, blocking the sky over the Sanctuary Legion and stopping Lochmarton's tentacles from attacking, and then they soared into the sky one by one, flying towards the clouds !
And the clouds dissipated in time, and Hao Ren finally saw the true face of the nightmare tyrant.
An indescribable behemoth, any secular language used to describe this twisted and crazy product is pale and weak. It has no clear shape at all, and there is no rational structure on the huge body covering the sky. It is like a piece of The lumps of flesh grow wantonly and deformed, and a large number of hazy areas between illusion and reality can be seen in the flesh lumps. There are things like starlight flickering and wandering in those places, but if you look closely, you will find that there is only darkness there. Like the deepest nightmare.
This weird thing just floats in the sky like that, every part of the body is constantly changing, the shape changes, the structure changes, even the virtual reality is constantly changing, it seems that you will never be able to observe its exact side.
Unpredictable nightmare - Hao Ren even subconsciously thought of this sentence.
Then he jumped from Lily's body to the ground, found a relatively open space, opened up the portable space to the maximum extent, and let all his heavy firepower pour out.
Flame-breathing missiles flew out from the crack in space behind him, and bombarded Lokmarton in a graceful arc. Giant cannons also emerged out of thin air, roaring towards the sky, and the autonomous machines waved their long guns. Long mechanical arms, the end of each mechanical arm manipulates various artillery and launchers that are larger than their bodies. They also participated in the battle and formed a powerful storm of firepower.
At the same time, at a place slightly behind the position, the three magical warships finally waited for the moment when they would play their role. As if to vent their anger and fighting spirit that had been suppressed until now, the artillery of the three ships fired together, and there was a loud bang. It almost made the remaining clouds in the sky oscillate!
A series of attacks landed on Lochmarton's huge body, and layers of various defenses suddenly appeared around the latter. Most of the attacks were swallowed silently, but the few attacks that passed through the defenses were still there. Bright brilliance erupted from the black chaotic surface.
Lily circled anxiously on the spot, barking at the sky. This battlefield has completely stimulated the animal nature in her bones. The husky girl who usually looks cowardly and stupid can't suppress her desire to fight at this time. It felt like something was brewing inside me, swelling, and almost breaking out of control. In bursts of mania, she raised her head, staring at Lochmarton's body, and the Symmetra gradually shrank.
Then she opened her mouth wide and uttered her loudest howl with all her strength: "Aw—"
Just like that, a huge white beam of light burst out from her mouth, directly piercing through Lochmarton's frontal defense, and hitting a grand explosion on the latter's body.
The half howl of wolves stopped abruptly, and the rest of the wolf was frightened back by herself. (to be continued~^~)