Bug Master In Doomsday

"How can I die..." Seeing his colleague was cut through his throat with a steel knife by a deformed bug man who was no more than one meter tall, the soldier shook his head without saying that there was not much sentimentality in his words. Anyway, he's almost on the road.

The soldier raised his hand, his sturdy forearm waved his weapon and slammed forward. The worm skull in front of him suddenly shattered, and the half-handed steel knife in his hand broke directly, and the edge of the fracture was turned outwards. Up.

"Puff!" A muffled sound of torn flesh and flesh, a worm with half of his body rotten, wondering what crawled under him, and the soft sword hidden in his waist pierced him from bottom to top. body.

Before dying, he turned and turned his head, not looking at the worm who assassinated him, just a pair of eyes staring at the flame-filled city lord mansion from a distance.

Alas, the commander-in-chief of the Yuan Qing Dynasty, your army has led us invincible and invincible throughout your entire life, but when we were old, we didn't realize that this was just a glorious illusion.

This sad thought flashed in his mind, but with a sigh, he closed his eyes and fell on the wall full of the corpses of the enemy and the enemy.

"It's over! Everything is over! Commander, the East Gate is lost! Millions of zombies rushed in from the East Gate!"

The guard soldiers rushed into the study in a panic, his nose and tears could not stop flowing, he still didn't want to die, there was a newly married wife in his family.

"Victory and defeat are common affairs of the military. I have made great contributions to the empire during my whole life in Yuanqing. It has been more than sixty years since the moment I started the army...

In more than 70 battles, I have never lost in Yuanqing. I have long understood this truth. Where in the world is there really a victorious general? ! "

Sitting at the desk, Yuan Qing shaved his chin and beard for the first time, and his sideburns were neatly trimmed, and even the bun was meticulous.

He wore a golden red python robe, which was given to him by his brother and the founding emperor of the empire. Under the python robe, above ten thousand people.

Yuan Qing sat on the chair, was stunned, laughed suddenly, took a sip of hot tea from the tea cup, stood up, and said to the guard beside him: "How many years have you been my guard? Up?"

"Twelve years, my lord." A bad premonition suddenly rose in the guard's heart, and even less fear. Yuan Qing asked, he answered the question without thinking too much.

Yuan Qing nodded, "Yes, for twelve years, I remember when you first became my guard, you were just a grown-up doll, with little hairy feet, and now you have a lot of calmness... Finally, help me again. Go ahead, help me move the stool."

Yuan Qing smiled and hung a white silk on the beam, knotted his hands and feet neatly. When he climbed up the chair, the guard who was still in shock collapsed and collapsed to the ground.

Bai Ling hung on her neck, the stool under her feet was kicked over by him, and the guard just collapsed and sat on the ground crying loudly, but a little bit, Yuan Qing who was struggling slightly lost his movements... There is only one guard soldier left.

In the autumn of the eighth year of the last calendar, the unprecedented invasion of another world ended with the defeat of the imperial soldiers and sect cultivators!

Half a million foreign practitioners died in battle, and more than 100,000 were captured. Among them, Penglai, Yuanqing and other two invading leaders died one after another, and the remnants of the war were quickly wiped out.

In the winter of the ninth year of the last calendar, the human world ushered in the first completely unified dynasty, and all humans, zombies, and monsters surrendered under Wang Mang's feet.

"The world has already surrendered to my feet, and the hidden dragon stele still has ‘odd’. Now only you are left.