Vol 6 Chapter 182

Suddenly the anonymous person stopped on the battlefield. new·

The pale knights were turning their heads, and tens of thousands of eyes were cast behind the battlefield. Rows of empty knights stood in place, as if waiting for something silently.

"what happened?"

The soul of the Most High of the Undead stunned slightly, and she saw beams of light connecting the heavens and the earth, distributed across the battlefield.

There was new force involved in the fight.

who is it?

Everyone turned over.

Brando raised his sword, and Odysseus's Jinhui shone with a strange light under the sun. Thousands of years ago, mortals fought under this sword for their own destiny.

Thousands of years later, it is once again a banner, and this time it will rewrite Warnde's fate.

"Metisha, come up with our banner and tell the world that this is the battle of the Eruins!"

"victory!"

The knights yelled in unison, descending from the embankment on the edge of the forest.

At this moment the Eruin,

Rubik,

Jiufeng people,

Rosalin,

Even Fang Qi and his men.

Everyone no longer has any other thoughts, but fights and wins. If it fails, it is nothing more than a corpse of horse leather. For these people, death is not worth mentioning.

Everyone is proud.

Fight for honor.

Fight for victory.

The little silver elf princess raised her head and glanced at it. She threw a silver card, which was turned in the air, turned into a beam of light, and went straight into the sky.

Then the clouds separated left and right, and a ray of light fell from the sky, shining on everyone's head.

"May I be honored, and then I can honor you and wait!" Metisah shouted, holding a spear, "Yongge reincarnation, lightly on the battlefield, knights, encouragement"

Light-made armor emerged from the body. A stream of light went up against the spears clasped by the knights and turned into a glittering silver flag at the tip of the gun.

Above the banner, the silver crescent and lily are dazzlingly incomparable.

Above the sky.

A golden eye opened slowly, and she looked into the ground. There was a thoughtful look: "Mage Traveler, I did not expect that there is a Mage Traveler in this world."

"Okay, then the inheritance will not be cut off."

A beam of lightsabers descended above the clouds and plunged straight into the ground, Brando taking the lead. Light walks with it. The four-footed hoof he sat on seemed to be stepping on clouds and clouds, flying like flying, and the holy sword Odysseus in his hand pointed forward, reflecting a burning golden line in the sun.

This gold thread is cutting into the gap between the cluster and the unknown.

The rays of light falling from the clouds also followed, plowing into the army of crystal clusters.

"The cavalry !?" The undead lords commanding in the highlands saw the scene clearly, but startled: "Who is that?"

"Look at their banner, they have a banner!"

"That is……"

"Silver Crescent and Lily Banner ..."

"What flag is that?"

"Did a certain lord of the South participate in the war?"

They turned back and looked at the woman holding the mercury rod behind her.

But the monarch of the undead did not say a word.

At this moment, the sudden cavalry became the last reserve of the undead, under the command of two people. Just hit the most critical place on the battlefield.

Cavalry prepared, glory inspired

Instaron felt as if he had returned to the age of eighteen. At that time, he was still a human, and he did not transform into what he is now. He still had blood in his heart, and he hoped to give everything for the rising moon.

The reason of the undead gave him an excellent match with Targus, but the enthusiasm in his early years was long gone, and the rise of the empire became a cold and step-by-step process. The reason why the undead have a tendency to self-destruct may be the source. For such conflicting feelings.

No dead are willing to fight alongside the living. Not to mention such a mixed army from the north and the south, the complex feelings sustain their existence, disgusted, calm and have a certain goal, for the new generation of Madara. Only permanence is the advent of some kind of tranquility.

But at the moment.

He seemed to feel his agitated heart and majestic pulsating blood. He looked back at Targus and saw the same color in the other's eyes.

How is this going?

Everyone's morale was so high that they couldn't help looking at it, Brando's back on horseback. Behind it looks like an invisible halo, which is the wings of light that infect everyone.

Perhaps it was just right to die in this battle.

His second thought was that the little silver elf princess was so keen on the battlefield that she was no less than herself, and they both spotted the weakest point on the battlefield as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, that's not enough.

Brando looked up and looked at the purple wall that was getting closer.

He retracted the sword, and a golden halo bounced from him, suddenly covering everyone around him.

The knights slammed into one

Instaron issued a harsh scream. Except for Magdale and Delphine, his strength was arguably the weakest in this group. Even if it was Phoenix Fire, the actual combat skills were better than him. Three points up.

He wasn't originally an undead lord in charge.

But even so, he was not afraid of it. The emotions of the undead were indifferent, and he had a very different view of the existence of death.

He screamed, just because of the hysteria in his heart.

"Kill at least one!" He thought.

He also knew very well the strength of these clusters. On this battlefield, the clusters that appeared were much stronger than those strange creatures around Rosalin. Their average strength was above the manifestation of the elements on almost every end.

But even so, he saw a cluster of crystals holding up his sickle-like claws to himself.

The Madara's future star closed his eyes subconsciously, almost already thinking about how to minimize the harm. He did not expect that he could avoid it, and the opponent's movement was much faster than him.

And at this moment, he felt a solid touch from the spear in his hand.

"Stabbed!"

The spear seemed to be inserted into the tofu, and the crystal-like armor on the surface of the crystal cluster was lifted without any hindrance and inserted directly into it. The monster screamed and a claw swept at him.

Instaron's eyes widened, watching the claw hit his chest heavily. Then twisted, deformed, shattered, and turned into countless scattered pieces of crystal. Scattered and flew out.

"This……"

"Aura of conflict!" Blake whispered, "Master of aura of such a high level of conflict, Master is a Templar Master!"

Instaron was stunned, he rushed so straight forward, still thinking in his heart: Isn't he a swordsman?

Brando and his knight were like a hammer and slammed into the purple ocean. All the clusters that dared to stop them turned into powder in the first place.

The knights who were originally on the side of truth, plus the blessing of cavalry preparation, inspiration and aura of conflict, have now turned into an unstoppable blade, opening a path from the swarm of crystals.

"Metisha!" Brando suddenly grasped the stables and made a turn, facing the cluster of crystals that rushed at them. He stretched out the holy sword Odysseus and swept forward, a golden Jian Guang flew forward.

The golden line stretched to the battlefield hundreds of feet long in a flash, where it passed. The crystal clusters were stopped and truncated, and they passed backwards as many as seven or eight layers. The crystal clusters in front were short, as if the sickle swept through the stubble.

Meditha understood, she understood that Lord Lord was trying to gain time for herself, pointed a spear into the sky, and shouted, "Heaven is armed!"

Thousands of silver lines descended from the sky.

Each cluster is connected to a cluster of crystals on the ground.

Medisa stroked the pike from top to bottom.

Countless beams of light dangled from above the clouds along this silver line, and the flames burned from above the head. The crystal clusters had no resistance at all and had turned into flying ash.

The front was suddenly empty.

The undead lords have been watching for a long time. Faenzan? When did they come here? But the bottom-level lords were in a daze, and the high-level lords above didn't delay for a moment, because the sudden cavalry cut into the gap between Madara's undead and the army of crystal clusters, and immediately made the opponent's offensive as One day.

The flanks of at least three legions were thus liberated. The Most High holding the mercury staff gave a decisive command, and she pointed forward with the wand in her hand:

"Cooperate with them, attack!"

"But we need bone dragons, more bone dragons, Your Majesty!"

"Then find out."

"Beasas it ..."

"Don't tell me why, I just want the answer. If you can't do it, I will have someone who can do it to replace you."

She replied coldly.

A few minutes later, tens of thousands of skeleton vultures flew from the position of Madara. It was nothing inferior to the power of the crystal cluster army to cover the sky in the sky. Unfortunately, their threat to the crystal cluster was too small. Once in the sky, it had fallen like rain.

Everyone knows that the Undead Air Force will not support it for long.

Brando stopped suddenly.

"There is a magic wave," Bai Wu whispered over his shoulder.

"What it is?"

Someone is screaming.

Brando looked up.

Leviathan was turning in midair. It had suffered a minor injury before, but it was not worth mentioning to its huge body. It uttered a scream through the clouds above the clouds and countless crystal clusters. It's as if they were getting orders, and their offensives are very simple to dive down from mid-air. They fall directly into the camp of the undead like a heavy rain, and in a blink of an eye they break a legion's front.

But it wasn't this that really made him look dignified.

Above the clouds, suddenly a dense black spot appeared.

They crossed the army of crystal clusters, and they came to the battlefield in an instant.

With a distance of more than ten miles, Brando saw at a glance the true nature of these black spots.

Isaac, standing behind the Most High, put down the monoscope in his face solemnly. He quietly held the brass case of this magic device. His hands were a little pale and different from the other undead present. He was personal, An undead wizard in the Dead Moon Empire.

But unlike those Lichs who yearn for eternal life, human undead wizards always have their own weaknesses.

Cowardly, timid, greedy for life and death, greed for power, it seems that they should not be worth mentioning in this efficient empire, but in fact it is these people that support the transformation of undead transformation.

He was on this battlefield in order to observe with his own eyes the degree to which the new alchemy can improve the new undead.

The experiment went smoothly

But at this moment, Isaac was not in the least fortunate.

"It's a roundworm ..." His voice was a bit distorted.

…… (To be continued.)