The golden battle formation and the black battle formation confronted each other clearly.
The huge battlefield fell into an unspeakable dead silence, only the sound of the wind blowing the battle flags.
The Great Elder looked in disbelief at the black soul general army that suddenly appeared opposite him, his eyes were straightened. Where did the other party get such a soul general? In order to make up the Holy Flame Soul General Corps, I don't know how many lives were filled in it.
The opponent's soul generals were no less than him in number, and what made him even more unacceptable was that these soul generals were of high quality, more than one level higher than the soul generals of his Holy Flame Soul General Corps.
How can it be…
Southern Cross? Suddenly, the Great Elder remembered the origin of this name, it had appeared in the information on Tianlu. It was an ancient regiment that had long been annihilated in history. How could it be possible for so many soul generals to remain? Ten thousand years, the soul will be able to resist the erosion of hundreds of years, it is already very powerful, ten thousand years, what is that concept? So long that even the soul will want to commit suicide.
He had never heard that a soul would be able to survive ten thousand years.
But, not only that, there are so many more!
The great elder felt that his understanding of soul generals had been completely subverted.
Soul General's soldiers are fierce and fierce, high-spirited and disciplined. Everyone can see the temperament of a veteran formed from hard work on the battlefield.
When these veterans gathered together, the chilling aura immediately suppressed the regiment with his Holy Flame Soul.
Tang Tian was also shocked in his heart. He knew the qualitative change of the Immortal Sword in the sword vortex storm, and knew that these remnant souls had condensed their bodies again. However, watching them walk out from the sword of immortality silently, and watching them walk out carrying the battle flag of the Southern Cross, his heart was filled with indescribable emotion and sadness.
Because he knew how they got here in these ten thousand years, and he knew that every hundred years, they would smash themselves to pieces like moths to a flame.
The Sea of Rest, this paradise that contains the hope and sustenance of the living, has become a battlefield that they have never given up for thousands of years.
The life and death of the Corps is unknown, how can we rest in peace!
When I see these soul generals who have fought for thousands of years in the darkness that no one knows, and have been smashed to pieces hundreds of times, they really broke free from the Sea of Rest, really reshaped their soul bodies, and really carried ten thousand years of unwillingness and nostalgia. Hai, who was willing to rest in peace, came out and saw them shouting under the banner of the Southern Cross Corps, and Tang Tian felt unspeakably moved.
Ashin burst into tears, his comrades, his seniors, just stood in front of him and fought side by side with him—in the name of the Southern Cross, fight!
The years have been left behind by us, and the reality has been penetrated by us. Ten thousand years have passed, and we meet again on the battlefield, and we stand side by side again. The oath of that year is still stirring in our hearts, and the battle flag of that year is still flying above our heads.
Hey, ten thousand years and we're still us!
Hey, ten thousand years later, the Southern Cross is still the Southern Cross!
Ashin wiped away his tears, walked up to the big man at the head, saluted with a slap, and said loudly, "General Ashin of the Southern Cross Corps, come to report."
The Great Elder's pupils couldn't help shrinking, he knew that he really misjudged this time. Admiral Ashin, this is the soul general who killed the Autumn Kill Corps last time. He didn't expect that this soul general who looked bewildered turned out to be Ashin!
The big man returned the salute, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, according to the wartime regulations, you will have the highest command. But before that, can you tell us, is the Corps still there?"
It was the first commotion in the well-organized battle formation, and the eyes of all the soldiers fell on Ashin.
"The Corps is gone." Ashin's voice was calm.
The eyes of all the soldiers dimmed, and the sound of sobbing continued to resound in the battle formation. The figure of many of them faded little by little. They were originally a ray of remnant souls, but they were not annihilated by the years because of the obsession in their hearts, and they struggled to support them. But now that they heard that the Corps is no longer there, they feel that persistence for so many years is meaningless. Without the support of belief, their bodies will melt and disappear like ice and snow.
Tears flowed down the rough man's face, and he couldn't make a sound: "It's late, we are still late... Yes, it's been ten thousand years..."
Ashin's heart throbbed suddenly, like a knife being twisted. Hearing their self-reproach and their sadness and loss, the charge like moths to the flame appeared in his mind, which was the endless "The life and death of the Corps is unknown, our generation" floating in the sea of rest. Shall we rest in peace?"
He took a deep breath, exhausted all his strength, and shouted loudly: "But we are here!"
The soldiers raised their heads and looked at the not-so-strong general with blurred eyes.
"We are here, the Corps is here!"
Every word of Ashin is resounding, and it is firmly nailed in the hearts of the soldiers. They wiped away their tears, raised their heads, and puffed up their chests.
Ashin glanced slowly across everyone, and asked loudly: "We haven't been annihilated for ten thousand years, why? Because."
Facing everyone's eyes, facing the dazzling golden light, Ashin suddenly thought of the screw that howled for thousands of years in the ice coffin, suddenly thought of the little ghost who reproduced the glory of the machine corps and wanted to pass on the tradition of the corps, and thought of his own every day for thousands of years. One day, I thought of the moths that everyone exchanged for a hundred years of sleep in the Sea of Rest.
For the first time on his cynical face, with incomparable arrogance and contempt, he pointed to everyone and his own chest, and told everyone word by word.
"My generation's soldier soul is immortal, and the Southern Cross Corps is immortal!"
boom!
All the soul generals only felt a shock in their heads. This sentence seemed to be directly nailed into their heads. The originally blurred and lost consciousness suddenly became clear. That's right! Your Excellency the General is right! They failed to catch up with the support corps, but it was also the corps that was gone, leaving only their souls, and the responsibility to defend the glory of the corps fell on them.
They are duty-bound!
who but me!
The dull bodies of these proud soldiers became solid again, even more solid than before, and their faces glowed with a different kind of light.
The turbulent fighting spirit soared into the sky, like a flood dragon soaring into the sky, slamming into the holy flame light curtain in the sky.
Boom boom boom!
The holy flame light curtain in the sky vibrated violently, and the holy flame scattered in all directions.
Ashin's gaze was firm, looking at the newborn soldiers, his heart was also turbulent, and a strong fighting spirit burned in his body. When he yelled that sentence himself, all the haze in his heart was swept away, yes, even if the Corps is gone, so what, they are still there!
They are here, and the Corps is here!
Ashin exudes a fierce aura all over his body, he is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, and its sharpness is unstoppable. Looking at the golden battle formation in front of him, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, you guys who can only make up shells, come on, let you see what a corps is!
He raised his arms high, hissing and roaring.
"Southern Cross, advance!"
Boom boom boom.
The black torrent moved forward unhurriedly. Their speed was not fast, but they had an unstoppable momentum, enough to crush all enemies standing in front of them.
The Great Elder witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. He wanted to interrupt several times, but he didn't know how to interrupt. The nostalgia and recognition of these soul generals for the Corps is really surprising. He was a little envious, how could he have such loyal subordinates
He quickly put the thought behind him, for now, it doesn't matter. Only those who win this war will have a future.
After the initial shock, he had already calmed down. The sudden appearance of the soul general corps disrupted his deployment, but he was still full of confidence. This is the Holy Continent, where there are endless holy flames, and this is his carefully arranged home field.
Wanting to defeat him here is wishful thinking.
He smiled slightly, confident and calm, and said lightly: "Sophie, I'll leave it to you."
Sophie bowed to the order, turned around and led the army of holy flame soul generals to attack. Crash, the golden torrent also rushed forward.
The Great Elder showed satisfaction. After the opponent showed strength, Sophie was still unaffected, and her soul general showed no fear, and faced the enemy without flinching.
It doesn't matter if there is a lack of tempering, just more tempering, and it doesn't matter if you get injured, there are endless supplements of holy flames here. It doesn't matter if you die, a batch will be eliminated, and the rest will be the elite, and there will be plenty of cannon fodder.
Moreover, his own home field is so easy to deal with
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the great elder, and he flicked his fingers lightly in the air, as if an invisible string connected to the holy flame light curtain was plucked, and countless holy flames rained down.
The Holy Flame fell on the Holy Flame Soul General Corps, and the momentum of the Holy Flame Soul General Corps suddenly rose, and when it landed on the top of the Southern Cross Corps, they were immediately melted by the opponent's killing intent, but with the interference of the Holy Flame, their momentum suddenly rose. Sluggish, slightly uncomfortable.
Duke stood up without hesitation at this time, and smiled slightly. The method of the great elder looked very powerful in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Duke, such a small method was really not worth mentioning.
He floated around Ashin, drawing a circle in the void with his palm.
Unspeakable fluctuations spread rapidly, and a faint halo appeared in the sky above the Corps. The holy flames fell into the circle of light and quickly annihilated and disintegrated. The holy flames turned into wisps of virtual energy to supplement the loss of Ashin and the others. This is what he learned from Tang Tian's Sword Vortex Storm. However, his control over the law is more sophisticated, and he doesn't seem to have much momentum, which can't be compared with Sword Vortex Storm, but it can still supplement the loss of soldiers.
The Great Elder glanced at Duke without much surprise. Although the fight between him and Duke was brief and restrained before, both of them knew each other's skill. Duke's ability to change the energy of Shengyan in such a unique way still made his eyes shine.
However, for him, controlling the Holy Flame hardly consumes any power, but how long can the opponent last
The opponent's arrangements are very targeted, obviously they have carefully studied Sheng Yan, but do you think I only have these means
The great elder sneered in his heart.
Below him, the golden torrent and the black torrent collided heavily.
The battle became intense in an instant.