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<The previous chapter was Chapter One Thousand and Eleven. >
"Lord Suimai, you can't go out!"
In the main hall of the Snow Mountain Underground Palace, three of the seven generals of Hel who were still alive held Suimai tightly and said with red eyes: "You are our only hope. The blood feud that wiped out the entire race cannot be avenged without anyone!"
"How to repay?"
Suimai, who has been fighting again and again, looks extremely tired, but his eyes are extremely fierce. He holds the blood-stained sword and says unconvinced: "It is at the extreme level, and I am at the extreme level. I don't believe that I can't kill it!"
"grown ups!"
The fourth general among the three generals knelt down and cried: "It is not a pity for me to die, but you are responsible for our entire future. Let's go, take away our expectations, don't let us die in despair!"
The second general also knelt down and prostrated, saying: "Sir, the matter has come to this, and your downfall is imminent. It is meaningless for you to continue to fight and die. Let's go, take our hope away, and let us people die for it." Maintain the last bit of dignity!”
Suimai held the blood-stained sword tightly, his unyielding eyes were cold and cold.
The seventh general raised his armor and knelt on one knee on the ground of the hall. His eyes were full of hatred and he looked up and said: "Sir, I am the youngest among the seven generals and cannot speak. I will just say this: In the future, you must tell our descendants. , tell them what happened today, tell them who the enemy is, tell them that our dead souls are waiting here, waiting, watching, watching for them to come back one day and kill all these beasts!"
Suimai raised his head, took a deep breath, pushed tears back into his eyes, and said in a voice that was cold to the bone: "Don't try to persuade me anymore. I am Suimai, not a coward who runs away. Unless I die, I will never leave here." !”
"My lord!" the three generals shouted in unison.
"Stop trying to persuade me! I am Suimai, the one who will never be defeated!" He looked coldly and arrogantly, took hold of the sword, unleashed his strength, shook away the three generals blocking him, and stepped out with one step. Two steps to volley, three steps to shoot towards the sky.
"grown ups!"
"grown ups!"
"grown ups!"
…
Outside the snow-capped mountains, there are dark warships in the sky and thousands of troops on the ground. The battle flags are flying loudly. Different from the chaos around the world, here there are forests of swords and guns, mountains of uniforms and armor, but there is no sound!
A stern and threatening aura of killing came into being. It's so daunting that even the faint of heart will be paralyzed on the ground.
The last organized army on the snow-capped mountains has been wiped out, and corpses are scattered all over the mountains and plains. There is no smell of blood, only the gloomy and cold smell of death.
In cold silence, one army after another finally moved into action, approaching the core of the snow mountain barrier with force.
"Sister Miya, are they trying to capture us alive?"
Outside the underground palace barrier, Alfalfa held the weapon distributed to her unfamiliarly. Looking at the silent army all over the mountains and plains, he looked at the captain of the 7th Detachment beside him.
At this moment, the army has been destroyed, and the remaining people are all soldiers, but resistance is meaningless, they just die in this way.
Miya smiled slightly, helped her load the magazine, and straightened her messy clothes before saying, "Maybe, I don't know. They had ten thousand ways to destroy Aoyun, but they finally chose This is a good way, but it’s okay, maybe we can kill one or two.”
Alfalfa nodded seriously. Turning around to look at the alien army that was threatening them in black, his eyes were full of hatred: "I may not be able to kill any of them, but I want to avenge Jianxiu and Brother Big Dan! If it weren't for them, Jianxiu wouldn't have died. Brother Big Dan won’t be hurt, and he doesn’t know whether he will live or die.”
"Maybe they are still alive." Miya said softly. But she also knew that it was a lie to comfort Alfalfa. After they came to the snow mountain, they never found her brother among the refugees, let alone Sesbia.
She actually admired the understanding of this little girl who had just stepped out of the prairie. Yesterday, when they were discussing why Suimai still suppressed Enjue and was so enthusiastic about his own reputation, the little girl guessed something that surprised her. She Said: He may need this, need fanaticism, otherwise he will also collapse.
pity……
Alfalfa pursed her lips tightly to prevent tears from falling, and shook her head: "Sister Miya, you don't have to comfort me. There is no way that people from other places can survive except here. My father and mother may have been killed by them long ago." , now I’m going to die too, I’m not sad!”
Miya sighed, looked up at the sky, and looked at that faint figure, this condescending figure, wiping out the last army in the snow mountain in one move. She already knew that it was a power beyond the limit and beyond the norm, and having such power There seems to be more than one "person".
Therefore, this is a war without any hope, doomed from the beginning of the battle in space.
"strangeness……"
When she turned her eyes again to the alien army threatening them on the snow-capped mountains, she felt slightly puzzled.
"Did you notice it too?" A senior official next to her looked at her and said.
Miya nodded, but the next moment she shook her head: "It wasn't obvious when they formed the formation, but now it's immediately exposed when they march forward and backward. They are actually wary of each other, and each team's rear team is densely packed with troops! What a pity! , even if it is discovered, it will be of no use to us."
The senior official nodded and sighed: "Yes, our strength is too far behind theirs. Even if we know this, there is nothing we can do. They may not care about us finding out at all. You see, there is no cover-up at all."
Miya also sighed, feeling helpless. Even if they saw the loopholes in the enemy's advance formation, they were still helpless.
Not to mention that just their forwards can sweep across them, but even that powerful figure in the sky, for just a moment, they will never be defeated. This is simply a war without any suspense.
"Come up, prepare to fight, dye our Aoyun Snow Mountain red with our last blood..."
There were no passionate words or desire to win, just a light farewell.
At this moment, countless blue-haired and black-haired people walked out of the battle path with weapons, and lined up in rows holding arms without weapons, looking at the black and oppressive army.
At this moment, countless blue-haired and black-haired people rushed towards the enemy from the snowy slope, even if they would be shattered into pieces in the next moment.
At this moment, the last military band, wrapped in bandages, stood on a high hill, facing the biting cold wind, playing a desolate funeral sound for them.
At this moment, a figure shot out from the underground palace behind them, swinging a sword straight into the sky!
The sword energy suddenly spread across the snowy peaks.
The enemy's troops all froze for a moment, and their steps as steady as a mountain paused for a moment. They all looked at the sword energy roaring across the world.
In the sword light, the figure directly hit the faint figure in the sky.
Lord Suimai!
The blue-haired man and the black-haired man who were determined to die were greatly inspired. Before they died, they inspired all the power flowing in their blood and rushed like thunder towards the battlefield where they were bound to die.
However. The next moment, a silent wheel of snowflakes appeared on the sky like a bright sun, absorbing all the light of the sword energy in an instant, pressing down like the dome of the sky, and the precise structure of the huge snowwheel flower reflected the light. The thousand-year-old snow in the entire Aoyun Snow Mountain is sucked up into the sky by it, fluttering like a fantasy of snow.
Suimai swung his sword desperately and tried his best, but he still couldn't escape the huge snowflakes.
"A mere force that has just entered the divine realm dares to fight."
The faint figure in the sky said lightly. It didn't even move for a moment, it was still standing there. It only waved its hand calmly, and Suimai fell into a huge dilemma.
In the midst of the roar, the dissatisfied Suimai suddenly cut off his sword-holding arm. Getting rid of the suction force, the person shot towards the faint figure again like a sword.
"Some courage."
The figure moved slightly and stretched out his hand. The next moment, a larger hand composed of spinning wheels of snowflakes appeared in the sky, came to Suimai, and held him in his hand. , clutching it like a bug.
The snow wheel twists in the giant hand. In just a moment, Suimai's flesh and blood were blurred, and the faint figure exerted another force, and he was squeezed into the palm of his hand.
"Although it has the power of a god, it doesn't have the fighting skills of a god. That's not how a sword is used."
The faint figure seemed to have lost interest at this moment, and was a little disappointed, so he wanted to "squeeze him to death".
At this time, on the snow-capped mountains, a torrent of alien troops trampled past, and the blue-haired people and the black-haired people were knocked to the ground one after another. Rolling and struggling to be killed and alive, snow and dust were rising everywhere, and screams were endless.
The alien army beat them to the ground and tied them up like animals. On the snowy slope, the rolling figures were trampled without dignity.
The bloody Suimai finally despaired, and tears flowed out of his eyes for the first time. He was proud, dissatisfied, and tried his best, but in the end he was still pinched by the enemy like a bug, but he couldn't even touch the enemy's face. Couldn't see it.
He looked desolately at the black-haired man and blue-haired man who was lying on his back below, smiling desperately, helplessly, and desolately, until tears burst into his face.
He felt that his life was passing by, so he turned around, faced the faint figure, the battleship that covered the sky, and the aliens, opened and closed his mouth and finally cursed silently: "Berg——"
At this time, a ray of light shot out from the underground palace, arriving in an instant and spreading its brilliance.
It was actually a thin sheet. The moment it appeared, a strange energy ripple appeared on the thin sheet. It entered the giant hand of the snow wheel like flowing water, rolled up, and then flowed towards the underground palace in a flash like a stream.
"Can it shock? There is also a divine realm?"
The faint figure gave a strange sound, took a step forward, and came to the thin slice. He reached out and grabbed it and crushed it into pieces. As the fragments were flying, it looked towards the direction of the underground palace and said lightly: "It turns out to be a relic of the divine realm... The troops below listen, anyone who uses this thing must be brought back alive to me."
Its tone is stern and cannot be questioned, as if it is the supreme ruler of all the armies here, or even the master of this planet.
In the underground palace, the energy waves of flowing clouds and flowing water swept Suimai through the palace doors and came to a tall and majestic palace.
Above the vast hall, in the center of the inner wall, stood a blue gold box engraved with religious secrets. Two masters were kneeling on both sides, slowly opening the box to both sides, revealing a dark statue. The armor looks like a human figure sitting there, with a cold black mask looking straight ahead, the eyes are dark, the entire body of the armor has smooth lines, full of power and perfection, and a hint of murderous aura in its indifference.
The right hand of the armor holds a sword, and the sword blade is inserted into the scabbard, which is equally dark and extremely dark.
Hundreds of saints and saints were sitting on both sides of the battle armor, with saints on one side and saints on the other. They were all dressed in white gauze clothes, standing in rows from small to large, holding holy holders in both hands. Solemn and solemn, echoing with ethereal and sacred holy sounds.
The two sides of the hall were also filled with people, one side wearing temple clothes, the other side wearing black and blue clothes.
An old man sat at the top of the black- and blue-clothed side. He glanced at the bloody Suimai in the hall, turned to the chief executive opposite and said:
"Although we have failed countless times before, now we have no way out. Let's make the last attempt. Starting from the selected remaining people, try the armor one by one. They die, we try, we die, Holy If the saint daughter tries, everyone will die, so let's let Suimai try."
The Grand Master nodded, and a floor in the middle of the hall opened, revealing a long passage. Under the leadership of two temple guards, people in white robes lined up in a single file and walked up the hall one by one, walking towards the indifferent statue. of battle armor.
The first person was a blue-haired girl. She tried to calm herself down and walked forward step by step. In the sacred sound, her eyes gradually became fanatical. She came to the armor and stretched out her right hand to draw the sword.
However, the moment her hand touched the hilt of the sword, she fell to the ground softly and silently, as if her life had been drained from her.
Two temple guards immediately dragged her body away.
Then the second person, a man with blue hair, drew his sword and died!
The third one, die!
The fourth one is still dead!
die!
die!
die!
…
Rows of people walked towards the indifferent battleship in Shengyin, and rows of people fell down and died instantly.
The footsteps of the army outside the underground palace are getting closer and closer, and the shouts are getting clearer and clearer.
After a black-haired man fell to the ground and died, a black-haired boy in his late teens who followed him nervously walked step by step towards the indifferent armor and the hilt of the sword that swallowed countless lives. With every step he took, his legs moved. They were all trembling slightly.
Of course, death will still be waiting for him, and the temple guards are even ready to drag away his body after death.
But at this moment, a stream of shadow shot from the sky into the underground palace hall, came to the boy, and finally stood still, revealing his figure.
"Who is it!" The temple guard was shocked, drew his sword and was about to step forward.
The man ignored him, touched the boy's head and said, "Junxiu, live well!"
Then, he turned around, raised his head, looked at the saints and saints, the old man and the chief, looked at all the people in front, and said:
"I drew the sword for him."
Quiet, a moment of quiet!
At this moment, it seemed that the entire world, which was already in despair, fell silent.
He took steps and walked up the high steps step by step——
At one step, the saints and saints in the front row looked at his face, tears welling up in his eyes.
In the second step, hearing his voice, the old man and the chief stood up excitedly.
Three steps later, all the saints and saints fell to the ground and knelt down with tears streaming down their faces.
After four steps, the old man and the great master crawled down, their chests rising and falling.
Five steps later, the hall was in chaos.
The temple guard who rushed up with his sword drawn didn't know what was going on. He stood there in horror with his sword in hand, his head blank as he looked at the saints and saints who were crying and kneeling one after another.
"Big...?" the boy muttered stupidly.
And the man still walked step by step until he came to the indifferent Holy Armor.
He turned around, glanced in the direction of the sky, his eyes were full of killing, and slowly drew out the sword of death.
Fight!
During the burst of purple energy, the armor instantly decomposed, spreading upwards along the hand holding the sword, stretching inch by inch as if alive, and within a moment, it had integrated into his whole body!
Finally, the cold visor merged into shape silently!
"Gais, Chiwu!"
In the main hall, people were already kneeling on the ground.
"My name is--"
He slowly raised his head, his eyes suddenly turned blood red:
"Chu, Yun, Sheng!"
^(To be continued.)
