Without the need to transform, Wang Xiao was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, each move carrying huge lethality, killing more than a dozen second-level ghosts in just a few breaths.
Gu Jianqiu, Li Yuxin, Tuoba Jian, Shi Potian and others also launched a fierce attack, quickly killing the remaining dozens of second-level ghosts, turning the entire group of ghost soldiers into headless flies without ghost command. All that was left was to instinctively run around or attack human soldiers indiscriminately.
Mu Wanqing quickly commanded three thousand human soldiers, spread out a square formation, and used Tron weapons to hunt the ghosts. Every moment, dozens of ghost soldiers died under human Tron weapons.
In the center of the entire red circle, three thousand soldiers of the human race massacred nearly 10,000 ghost soldiers who were ignorant of the chaos. Countless ghost soldiers were beaten to ashes by Tron weapons, and died in pieces at the hands of the human soldiers.
The ghost soldiers who seemed so terrifying in the past have now become lambs to be slaughtered. The ferocious terror on their faces has disappeared, leaving only the instinctive fear in the face of death.
Ten minutes later, all the more than 10,000 ghost soldiers in the center of the red circle were wiped out. However, only a few human soldiers were injured because the formation moved too fast and the ghosts were scrambling to kill them first, causing sprains in their feet.
Wang Xiao looked at the black ghost ash scattered all over the place. It was the black dust that the ghosts turned into after their death. It was spread all over the area, turning the entire area into a black earth.
Arranging Mu Wanqing to lead the soldiers to clean the battlefield, Wang Xiao walked into the ghost clan's base camp. It was a single-family villa, which was the residence of the old ghost in red, the leader of the red circle ghost clan.
Stepping on the black ghost ashes, Wang Xiao walked toward the place in the villa where the coldest aura was the strongest. He came to a throne and looked at the throne exuding a strong cold aura around him.
The righteous energy in the core of the core swept away the cold and cold atmosphere. Wang Xiao frowned slightly and looked at the throne carefully, and found that it was actually a living throne.
It was a living creature that was entangled by countless ghosts and formed into a throne-like creature. On it appeared struggling and painful faces, as if they were crying to Wang Xiao and howling their unfortunate experiences.
Those faces include men and women, old and young, children, even newborn babies, and girls aged two or three. They all have expressions of pain and struggle at this moment, crying and roaring irrationally.
This is a Throne of Pain. Such a term came to Wang Xiao's mind. Although he didn't know how the old ghost in red used to merge many ghost clans into such a throne for his own cultivation, this Throne of Pain was very important to him. There are indeed many benefits to cultivating the ghost clan. Wang Xiao has a ghost clan clone, and he is also considering whether to take this throne as his own.
Li Yuxin, Tuoba Jian, Gu Jianqiu, Shi Potian and others who were following Wang Xiao saw Wang Xiao standing motionless in front of the throne for a long time, and then came over. Everyone was stunned when they saw the throne.
With a look of fear on her face, Li Yuxin asked in shock: "What on earth is this? It feels extremely terrifying and evil, making people feel very uncomfortable."
Gu Jianqiu also said with a serious expression: "This seems to be a chair formed by the fusion of ghosts, but it is also a living creature, just like the legendary abomination, which is formed by the fusion of many human corpses. Horrible and evil creatures.”
Shi Potian, who has always been lively and funny, also looked solemn at this time and said seriously: "The ghost tribe is essentially intangible and can be transformed into any form. However, the ghost tribe that was human during life almost always maintains the human form. This kind of The evil magic that fuses countless ghosts together has fundamentally changed the forms that the ghosts can transform into, so that these ghosts can only maintain this fusion state and become a terrifying throne. This old ghost in red is really evil and cruel. Terrible."
Tuoba Jian has always been rough but subtle. After listening to everyone's words, he also said aloud: "Why does the old ghost in red want to refine this terrifying throne? What is his purpose?"
Wang Xiao, who had been silent for a long time, listened to everyone's discussion and slowly said: "This is the throne of terror. It should be of great benefit to the ghost clan's cultivation. Otherwise, the old ghost in red would not risk harming his own clan to make it. This throne of terror.”
Gu Jianqiu heard the words and said softly: "The bottom of the ghost clan is in a state of ignorance and chaos. Just like the human world, the people at the bottom can hardly think. Their values and brains are given by the top. Whatever is instilled is what they are. Maybe it is just to harm the same people. It’s a trivial matter, do we want to destroy this throne of terror now?”
After listening to Gu Jianqiu's words, everyone stopped discussing the ghost clan's values and began to consider whether to destroy the terrifying throne directly or take it back to the upper leadership.
Tuoba Jian, Shi Potian and Li Yuxin all advocated destroying the Throne of Terror, but Gu Jianqiu objected, thinking that it might be useful to take it back to the upper management and put it in the Imperial Capital Research Laboratory.
Wang Xiao also wanted this throne of terror in his heart, but he couldn't find any good excuse. Gu Jianqiu happened to mention the Imperial Capital Research Institute, and the person in charge of the research institute was Wei Yi, the vice president of Shanhe University. He might have a chance to get it in the future. After seeing this Throne of Terror, he said, "I agree with Mr. Gu's suggestion to transport this Throne of Terror back to the Imperial Capital Research Institute."
Seeing that Wang Xiao wanted to keep the Throne of Terror and the others couldn't say anything else, everyone took the Throne of Terror out of the villa and returned to the army.
After seeing Mu Wanqing, Wang Xiao asked: "How is the suppression of the ghost clan? Has the battlefield been cleaned up?"
Mu Wanqing's eyes sparkled with crystal light, she looked at her sweetheart with tenderness and love, and said with a sweet smile: "Everything is cleaned up. All the ghosts in this area have been killed. Hurry up. A total of 10,000 taels of ghosts have been killed." About a thousand.”
Wang Xiao nodded, then turned to the army and ordered: "Everyone is here, now return to the outside of the red circle, join the large army, and set off."
More than 3,000 ethnic soldiers walked outside the red circle under Wang Xiao's order, and soon joined the headquarters guard led by Wang Warring States. Wang Xiao also reported the results of the battle to Wang Warring States, but did not say anything about the Throne of Terror. matter.
Wang Zhanguo was very happy after hearing this. He patted Wang Xiao on the arm and said, "Well done, classmate Wang Xiao. You are indeed a son of the Dragon Kingdom. The Dragon Kingdom is proud of you. You are a role model for the young people of the Dragon Kingdom."
After all the compliments, Wang Zhanguo pulled Wang Xiao and said softly: "I'm relieved to see that you didn't have any accidents. You weren't injured! The Dragon Kingdom really can't lose you now!"
Wang Xiao nodded calmly and said softly: "General Wang, don't worry, I'm not injured. I can still fight in the next war."
Wang Zhanguo laughed and felt very happy, and everyone waited for the rest of the human army to return after completing their mission.
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