Book of Gods and Demons

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Time flies.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Artillery of all calibers roared.

The high-speed machine gun made a creak like a torn cloth.

The assault rifle's high-pitched, clear gunshots joined together.

Three war airships hovered high in the sky, and chains of fire lashed down from the sky frantically, hitting the ground with a large amount of blood mist.

The war airships have received semaphore orders from the ground, and they dropped bombs much less frequently.

They hovered in the air, only seeing wolves and highlanders gathering below, they would slowly drop a giant bomb and completely razed the area over half of the radius.

The army of the highlanders...

The wolves of the highlanders...

Collapsed.

The brave highlanders, faced with this firepower that exceeded the limit of their imagination, they were desperate and fluttered on the battlefield like walking dead.

The trench defense line, they can't get close to half a step.

They wanted to retreat, but the intensive artillery fire blocked their retreat route. The huge bombs dropped by the high-altitude war airships made them nowhere to escape.

In a battlefield about ten miles away, the corpses were everywhere, and the blood was frozen into ice. Countless highland men who were fierce and brutal, who often wield swords and swords, discarded their helmets and armor one by one, discarded all the weapons they carried, and ran around like headless flies.

Wolves...These ferocious and vicious wolves finally regained a hint of wisdom from the boundless wildness.

With their tails sandwiched, they uttered a scream of sorrow, and fled indiscriminately on the battlefield. Then they were blown to pieces by the falling shells and bombs, and were killed on the spot by precision-fired Imperial soldiers.

Teams of soldiers from the Imperial Army, carrying assault rifles, new-style grenades, and even 120-caliber mortars, came out of the trenches, step by step toward the **** ones. Rush into the battlefield.

On the battlefield, from time to time, courageous highlanders sprang from the pile of corpses, waving their swords and rushing towards the soldiers of the Imperial Army.

But often just a few gunshots, or simply the sound of a grenade exploding, the highlanders who counterattack fell helplessly to the ground.

Joe followed Golkin, with the strength of a guard company, and rushed into the battlefield.

Joe's two sleeves shattered, and the Titan's Fist enveloped his hands and arms, constantly emitting a faint light.

Soldiers around were constantly shooting, and highlanders and evil wolves were constantly being killed.

Life is so humble at this moment, every breath, there are thousands of lives trampled into the mud.

Others can't be seen, only in Qiao's crimson eyes, the battlefield is enveloped by a thick layer of condensed scarlet evil spirit. This layer of evil spirit is as high as hundreds of feet, covering more than a dozen miles of battlefield, like a **** ocean boiling and rolling.

Qiao took a deep breath, and then these scarlet evil spirits swept toward him mightily.

Every pore on Joe's body opened wildly, like small black holes, hysterically swallowing the evil spirits pouring in from the outside world.

The instinct of ‘Crimson’ was screaming and trembling.

Scarlet evil spirits poured into his body, and immediately turned into wild streams of heat to rush through his body.

Joe's skin is slightly red, and his sea of ​​spirit, power, and energy are constantly expanding and contracting, beating as fast as a heart.

With each beating, the texture of Sanhai is more tenacious on the basis of the ‘perfect’ state, and the volume of Sanhai is more swelled on the basis of the ‘perfect state’.

The spirit power in the sea of ​​spirit, the blood energy in the sea of ​​power, the power of the knight in the sea of ​​energy, the three bizarre powers are all washed by the hot current of the scarlet evil spirit, constantly purifying and condensing, and the density is getting higher and higher. , The purity is getting higher and higher.

Gradually, the mental power in Joe's mental sea gradually changed from crimson mist to water mist. Drops of tiny droplets slowly condensed in the sea of ​​spirit, and Joe's mental power began to show signs of liquefaction.

The same is true for the blood energy in the sea of ​​power.

The power of the knight in the sea of ​​energy is even more so.

Joe followed Gorkin, who was holding a new-style assault rifle, grinning, raising the gun and pulling the trigger from time to time.

His marksmanship was extremely accurate, and with every shot, there was always a highlander or a vicious wolf wailing to the ground a thousand feet away.

Taking advantage of the gunshots from all around, Joe remembered his promise to the Balance of Order Ram.

Joe bit the tip of his tongue and recited the prayer to Ram silently in his heart. The blood flowing from the tip of his tongue was quickly stained with a strange power, ancient, decayed, decayed, unpredictable...

The red blood squirmed like a living thing in Joe's mouth, and finally turned into a hundred **** facial lines full of strange power.

Qiao coughed heavily, then vomited blood on the ground.

Golkin looked back at Joe, and Joe's saliva was already on the ground. The battlefield is full of blood, frozen into ice, solidified, and steaming and cooling rapidly...

Joe's blood spit on the ground, inconspicuous at all.

Gorkin didn't notice Joe's small movements either. He just nodded and exhorted: "Joe, this is the battlefield, be careful...well, don't be too nervous. We will win this battle."

Joe grinned.

The blood he vomited rapidly expanded on the ground.

Hundreds of weird and twisted **** patterns crazily swallowed the blood around them, like a leeches that grow from tillers, quickly transforming into two, two into four, four into eight...

Hundreds of gods have turned into tens of billions in a few breaths.

These **** patterns spread rapidly to the surroundings along the blood on the ground, and immediately enveloped the entire battlefield.

An unknowable and unpredictable place for ordinary people.

Above the void of the battlefield.

Dimensions that are invisible to the naked eye.

A small, tattered and dilapidated balance, like a phantom, quietly appeared in the thick clouds above the battlefield.

Old, decay, decay, forgotten, unknowable, unpredictable...

The indescribable breath enveloped the entire battlefield.

Joe clearly perceives the coming of Ram's power.

Except for him, near the battlefield, the Hydra Secret Guard, who has reached Tier 6, and Salian, who is stronger than the ordinary Hydra Secret Guard, as well as several senior imperial generals with the rank of general on their epaulettes, they also feel physically Slightly cold.

That was the shock from the depths of the soul, which caused their physical body to instinctively react with some kind of stress.

This feeling is like a lonely orphan walking timidly on the wasteland of the night. A huge, creeping, cruel, evil and cunning monster quietly emerged from the ground behind him, and his huge head It reached the top of his head and dripped a thin saliva gently...

This is a nightmare-like horror derived from biological instincts.

This is the human race, derived from the horror at the beginning of its birth.

That is the instinctive horror from soul to every cell that is brought about by fate cannot be controlled by oneself, life cannot be controlled by oneself, everything is controlled by external forces, and the body is involuntarily and unable to resist.

"Those **** highlanders, what do they want to do?" Salian gritted his teeth and subconsciously held the hilt of the saber around his waist: "Do they want to pray for the power of Wolf King Wall? Ha, we really should Bring a few high-level magic sticks..."

The imperial generals didn't say a word, they just looked around vigilantly.

If the highlanders really use the power of the wolf king Wall... Only the magic stick can deal with it, they should really get a few high-level magic sticks from the cathedral of the imperial capital, as Salian said.

"His Royal Highness, this time we beat them too painfully... This is the most glorious victory of our empire over the Highlanders in more than a hundred years... Their losses are too heavy... They are afraid they are really desperate. Use the power of taboo heresy."

An empire admiral present murmured in a low voice.

At the rear of the wolf pack, among the army controlled by the wolf temple high priest, more than a dozen high priests listened to the news returned by the scout wolf ride in amazement.

Eighteen tribal coalition forces, hundreds of thousands of elite highland fighters, and several times the number of evil wolves were actually beaten to collapse by the Imperial Army in just a few hours?

"It's impossible!" The skinny old man with gold jewellery on his body several times heavier than his weight screamed, "It's impossible... The Imperial Pig must have cheated, they must have cheated... We, we must retaliate, must revenge!"

The eyes of the high priests shone with a ferocious gloom.

They want to teach those young and strong clans and nobles a lesson.

They want to weaken a little bit of the military power controlled by Her Majesty the Empress of the Plateau Empire.

But they never want to lose a lot here, or even annihilate the entire army.

In any case, the highland warriors who rushed forward were their people, their people, and the source of their wealth and strength. Three to fifty thousand casualties, they can accept... hundreds of thousands of casualties, no tribe can afford this loss.

This is all the elite of the clan.

"Great Wolf King, we must do something." A group of high priests muttered with treacherous eyes.

Then, Ram's breath fell from the sky.

These high priests, who were about to do something, suddenly stiffened. They were sitting on the backs of the wolf stiffly like frogs being stared at by a venomous giant snake, unable to move, even talking. Unable to speak.

In front of them ~www.ltnovel.com~ a chaotic, turbid chaotic void appeared.

Endless ancient, decayed, and decayed, gray air currents with a strong breath of death and forgetfulness hovered around them.

In front of them, there appeared a huge shadow that was indescribable, unspeakable, unpredictable, and unpredictable.

A faint wolf howl sounded in the heads of the high priests, and then the wolf howl disappeared, and there was no sign of it.

A terrible ‘concept’ flashed in the minds of the high priests.

Then this ‘concept’ disappeared... Their memories of this ‘concept’, the existence of this ‘concept’, and the chaotic void in front of them, and the shadow standing in the middle of the void, all disappeared.

It's as if none of this has ever existed.

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