Following that voice, I looked up at its dark shadow-like head, and almost screamed. If it hadn't already lost its body, it would have almost peed in fear. Now it has nothing left. If anyone comes here, , even a fly can kill itself!
A starry figure gradually revealed its figure, with an elegant long dress, a beautiful face, and a charming smile, but in its eyes, it was more evil than the devil.
A spear made of starlight appeared in this man's hand. After giving Kamosis, which was spread flat on the ground, a light blow, it was a terrible injury.
With just a pop of contact, the light immediately enveloped all the black shadows. After a scream, it turned into a drifting gray smoke and dissipated.
It was at this time that Lund and Capence reacted and came here one after another. The moment they saw Lisya, they immediately burst into giggles and praised Lisya for her greatness.
"What were you talking about just now!?" Lisya didn't pay attention to what they said at the moment, but just glanced at everyone indifferently.
Immediately, they were stunned, closed their mouths, couldn't help but swallowed, you looked at me, I looked at you, without saying anything, but under Lisya's eyes, some people were the first to rebel. .
"Lisiya, these two bastards Lund and Capence were just gossiping about you, and they have absolutely nothing to do with us!"
"Yes, it's all these two bastards!"
"It's them, there's nothing wrong with us here!"
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But no matter what they said, they could no longer change the outcome. Lisya's little pink fist, the size of a bean bag, was already fiercely wrapped in starlight and attacked everyone. They were wailing before they remembered that Lisya Ya has always been willing to kill a thousand by mistake rather than let one go.
"Praise the names of the gods and shine the glory of the gods on the earth..."
Loud chants rang out, and tens of thousands of warriors ran towards the big crack in the sky. Their bodies were filled with infinite brilliance, rising like a sun. In a hurry, they had already crossed countless gaps. Violently, he came to the big dark crack.
As they approached, a terrifying explosion appeared, as bright as an aurora. The impact of energy covered a terrifying distance. The sacred breath enveloped the large crack in an instant, directly collapsing the space crack there. In the sacred Wrapped in the breath, it began to heal quickly.
Tens of thousands of warriors continued to explode. There was no pain on their faces, just peace. Their bodies were cracked and covered with fine lines. The light erupted from the inside out, drowning them...
On the ground, countless people, whether players or NPCs, stared blankly at the exploding warriors, their hearts filled with reverence.
They are a group of respectable and pathetic people, a group of people who have been chosen since the existence of the Demon Gate. They have been passed down through the generations and passed down by blood. They have been blessed by the gods, but they are also deeply cursed, sleeping in their bodies. The terrifying sacred energy activates them at the most critical and needed moment to destroy all enemies.
They come from the guarding legion of the Devil's Gate, which is where Lisya came from. The entire legion only has tens of thousands of people, but it is already at its maximum strength. Their legion commander led these people to Lisiya. When Siya was here, he had long been prepared to sacrifice everyone, but he didn't know whether he would win this time or whether the world would still exist, so he asked such words.
And now their existence is just for this moment, to destroy the space cracks that are always eroding the world of Esgaia like the Devil's Gate, but now because of this prominent crack, they have a new mission.
The space crack is becoming more and more unstable. It was already a little fragile when the ice layer appeared. Now it was eliminated by the terrifying sacred energy impact, and it is even more shaky. It was discovered by the power of the world, which mobilized the world's repair power. Extreme squeezing, shrinking visibly to the naked eye.
The demons have no way out, and the cracks have long lost the ability to pour out demons. Now the demons have become even crazier. They are fighting harder towards the Demon Gate, and there are not many brains left. The guys are still leading them, not because they care about other demons, but if they are the only ones, they may die faster.
It's just that the support legion's interception has become more tenacious, especially the legion stationed at the Devil's Gate, which has begun to send reinforcements one after another. After all, it has eaten this demon army that looks huge but has turned into a rootless tree. , to be simpler and more important.
Moreover, the demon army at the Demon Gate has begun to slow down its offensive, and there are obvious signs of retreat. Who makes the demons there and the demons in the space cracks not under the rule of a demon god at all?
The early alliance was for profit. Now that there is no possibility of short-term success, there is no need to waste one's strength for irrelevant subordinates. Here at the Devil's Gate, the subordinates of various demon gods take turns to participate in the war, but there is nothing more than the Great Rift. As a family, if it succeeds, the demon god will become famous, and he will just be a supporting role for others. If it fails, there will be no benefits and no harm, so the most important thing is to simply withdraw. There will be opportunities to conquer this world in the future.
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Kalara loomed in the gray sky, looking at the battlefield below, but it had no time and strength to care. At this time, its body was densely covered with hundreds of starlight holes, and it restored its lava body, but it could not suppress it. The hole of starlight is spreading.
These abominable lights were simply torturing it to the point of madness. That damn old woman, with a bang, a hole began to spurt out starlight, corroding its body, one after another without stopping, and the arrangement of these holes seemed to There is a certain pattern, like a magic circle, and the gushing starlight also proceeds in a certain order, making its body always wandering between collapse and recovery.
"Damn it!"
With a low curse, one of Kalara's tentacles grabbed a little devil and threw it directly into the air in front of her. It exploded with a bang and turned into a thick black mist, and fierce screams continued to be heard. .
Looking back at the cracks in space that were still being broken, Kalara dove into the thick black mist and disappeared.
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"What's the matter!?" Reeves burped and said nonchalantly.
"Sir, the war at Devil's Gate is about to end. I need you to personally go and preside over the aftermath!" A priest wearing a black priest's robe knelt on one knee and reported to Reeves.
"Oh!? It's over. How long has it been? One month, two months to go. Anyway, it's not more than three months, but it's so fast!?" Reeves was really confused. In his cognition It would take more than ten or twenty years for Zhong and Jue to fight, and they might even lose. They led the entire continent to prepare for a life-or-death battle. They didn't expect it to be resolved so quickly. It was simply incredible.
"Yes, sir, the war is coming to an end and may continue for a while, but according to the news from the front, as long as there are no big surprises, it is only a matter of time!" the priest replied.
"Well, you go ahead, we'll set off tomorrow!" Reeves waved his hand, signaling him to go down and get ready.
"Yes, sir!" The priest in black retreated respectfully.
There was another loud burp, but after this one, there were several more in a row, as well as laughter.
"Drink, Reeves!" Gandall's voice appeared, urging Reeves to continue drinking.
"Do it!" Reeves responded loudly, clinking glasses with Gandall, each picking up the bottle and blowing on it.
If Feng Zhan were here, he would definitely cry out that this bottle is very old. It must have been obtained by him in the dark forest. It was a narrow escape, and now there are four bottles placed beside the two of them. Fifty bottles simply made his heart feel cold.
"Gandall, aren't you surprised? You don't seem to care at all!" Reeves asked angrily. Gandaul could hear it clearly from the side and could still drink calmly. Although He was about the same, but at least he paused, listened, and said a few words without even raising his eyelids.
"Oh, isn't it just a war? It's nothing more than a fight with demons. What's so surprising? Win or lose, isn't that the same thing!?" Gandall said calmly and picked up a big pig. He started to chew his legs hard while drinking good wine, muttering, "Anyway, the woman is here, so there's no need to worry!"
"Which woman!?" No matter how Reeves asked, Gandall didn't say anything. He just shouted and let him drink together until he was drunk and fell asleep.
At night, looking at Reeves sleeping like a dead pig, Gandall chuckled and came outside the palace, stood on the roof, looked at the stars in the distance, gritted his teeth, shook his head, and then lay down, Let the stars shine and fall asleep.
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Kaifasi paced back and forth in the palace, waiting nervously. His bald head was covered with beads of sweat. He kept looking at the flashing magic mirror beside him, but it was always dark. The teacher had not contacted him for a long time. He said that he was going to deal with the Devil's Gate matter, but he left very suddenly. He just said that he would just let himself handle the matter of uniting the various countries, and there was no need to worry about anything else.
Suddenly, with a bang, the magic mirror suddenly lit up. I hurriedly looked into it, but I heard a noisy sound.
"Okay, okay, little aunt, please spare me, there are business matters now, there are business matters..."
There were voices begging for mercy one after another, both men and women. Among them, the one who screamed the most miserably and begged for mercy the most fiercely sounded like his own teacher.
It was hazy inside, and nothing could be seen clearly. It wasn't until a long time later that a vague image with a bruised nose and swollen face suddenly appeared, which was his master, and there was also a very gentle female voice in it, "Wait, wait, Let’s continue chatting later!”
"Teacher, your face..." Kaifasi said with disbelief. His teacher's face was completely blue and purple.
"Kephis, there's nothing wrong with my face. It's just the ambient light here that looks a little strange. You still need to practice!" He said, but his mouth was still piercing the ground!
Caifeisi didn't do anything and continued to ask more questions. Otherwise, how could he be bald? After all, he is a smart person who doesn't have hair on his head.
"Teacher, the battle at the Devil's Gate is coming to an end. I have invited Brother Reeves to deal with the aftermath..." As he was speaking, he was interrupted by the man.
"Don't mention that little brat to me!" He angrily, after adjusting for a long time, continued, "Just make arrangements for me, I don't worry, that's it!"
But just as Kaifeisi nodded and was about to close the screen, the teacher's voice came out again, "Kaifeisi is here, no, wait a minute, let's chat for a while, then..."
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, the picture had completely fallen into darkness. It was not cut off by himself, but forcibly cut off by the other side. Especially since Keffisi felt a strong murderous aura from the mirror, he gave up trying to turn on the picture again. I was so excited that the sweat on my forehead almost turned into a waterfall.
Fortunately, he was smart. Although he had the opportunity to open it again, he didn't open it. He definitely saved his life, otherwise he would definitely not be as good as him. But he didn't know that his teacher would be absolutely perfect in the future. Remembering what I had done today, I gave him a lot of little shoes to wear, and many times I did it myself, giving him some martial arts lessons to make him doubt his life.
It's a pity that it happened later. There is no regret medicine in the world.
The end of the war is already a matter of time. At present, I am afraid that there will never be any unstoppable force.
