The Record of Unusual Creatures

The scorched plain is vast and desolate, just like its name. In this vast expanse of wilderness, you can only see a large piece of scorched earth. The land that is eroded by the nightmare power is not born. The ground is full of cracks on the ground, looking at it, the whole The earth seems to have been burned by fire in the memory of the ancient king of the mountains and rivers. This plain has also had a rich and beautiful life and a prosperous time. It is that Kolo has not yet been divided. This land has not yet become an "old world." In the age of Gordon, this land was in the northern hemisphere of Kolo, the temperate zone, or the sub-frigid zone. At that time, there was a beautiful city-state called "Ravendel" on the plain. A mortal sacred woman ruled the land. She was the devout believer of the goddess of creation and relied on wisdom and faith to lead her own people. She was rooted in the wilderness and she was still a close friend of several prison officers. In that beautiful age, although Kolo’s core was confined to a evil spirit, the planet was still full of hope and hope. Loken led the “old kings” to form the “sky council” and ruled with the mortal. The planet...

Every day at that time seemed to be sunny.

However, such a time is gone.

Gordon returned from a short embarrassment. He saw that the wind column formed by a soot was slowly falling apart. Countless evil monsters were being sent by the Knights’ battle spells and the flames of the king of fire, Gurush. Going back to the depths of chaos, the chaotic storm that had covered the sky before seems to have temporarily subsided.

This is today's scorched plain in this cursed place, only monsters, endless monsters.

"Gordon, are you okay?" The voice of Afina, the king of the wind, came from the side. The female giant summoned a healing aura on the head of Gordon. "You just been distracted."

"Just think of some past things," King of the Mountain shakes his head and looks at the human army in front. "There is a wave of repelling. These mortal troops are stronger than I thought."

"They have always been very strong. After all, they are also mothers' creations, and they are homologous to us," Affinna said softly, reminding Gordon. "Concentration, we are very close to the land of Lockerton. It is very Maybe already trying to influence our minds."

"Don't worry, I won't give it any more." Gordon said quietly.

At the same time, in the sky above the mighty army, the three most powerful magic warships in the city of the gods are sailing at low speed.

It is extremely difficult to transfer substances from the real world to the forgotten abyss, especially in the case of the main passage blockade. The mythical city of the gods sacrificed itself to transfer the city to the scorched plain, and they are no longer able to More things are sent to the world, but to face the nightmare tyrant Lockman, the flesh and blood is not enough, so the Pope and the souls still try their best to calculate the quality per gram and improve the conversion efficiency of each energy. Finally, the three magical warships parked near the city of the gods were also transmitted to the world.

The Light of Dawn, the Saints, the Dawn, they are the entire sanctuary, and even the most powerful magical warship of Kolo, although Gordon is not optimistic about the role that these three ships can play, but They are still one of the only trump cards in the hands of this "nightmare expeditionary army".

In order to make the three spaceships the most useful in the final battle, all three ships were best protected during the entire march, except for the fire support in the two critical situations. The ship has hardly participated in the battle until now.

On the front deck of the flagship "Saint", Hao Ren and his team stood with the Pope and looked at the dark horizon ahead.

Compared with the time of departure, the pope at this moment is more silent. He is standing on the deck like a loose, thin and thin arm clasping his cane, his body is not shaking, and his eyes looking at the horizon are deep and watery. In those eyes that have no feelings, I can't see the slightest emotion of the old man.

Hao Ren is hard to speculate that a polymer that has been condensed by the souls of the past poplars will think about what the old man has gone beyond the concept of conventional life. He came from a mortal, but eventually turned into a non-human existence. What did he see in the eyes of tens of thousands of years of voyages and hundreds of wise men? What are you paying attention to?

"That is the spiral hill." After a long silence, the pope suddenly opened his mouth.

Hao Renshun looked at the old man's sight. On the horizon, a huge black shadow gradually became clear.

The Spiral Hill is not a hill, but a tower with a strange shape and a spiraling rise.

He saw the earth's bulge in the distance, forming a conical base. The huge rock and the black matter that could not be seen from the material extended from the base. It was like a strange creature's tentacles that plunged into the sky. Extending upwards, it looks like a crooked spring, and inside the "spring", the large group of black smoke and flashing lightning are rolling endlessly.

Behind the Spiral Hill, a large thick fog is connected to the heavens and the earth like a gray-white wall. There are countless strange things that appear in the fog and fog, just like the ridiculous dreams appear in the real world.

If it is correct, it should be the "confident sea" mentioned by the old pope.

Under the blessing of the regiment-level magic, the army once again increased its speed, as quickly as the silver blankets flying around the plains, and the spiral hills became clearer in the field of vision.

"It knows that we are here," the old pope quietly looked at the weird spiral "high tower". The tone was calm and there seemed to be no human feelings. "Caracius, who went to blow the horn, the last battle It’s about to begin.”

Over the spiral hills, the thick clouds began to roll, and a huge tentacles condensed from the fog and the smoke, like the foraging land, hanging from the clouds to the ground, and the twilight dawned between the clouds. The light spot is like the eyes of an evil behemoth. In the light and shadow floating, an unprecedented huge black shadow emerges faintly, and the huge pressure begins to stir between the heavens and the earth.

The giant pillars of smoke and dust appeared out of the tentacles, and the terrible roar came from all directions. The chaotic monsters continued to condense with the resurgence of Lockerton. In the last second, they were only smoke, and the next second was already The sink is like a tide.

"呜"

The low horn sounds from the three magical warships, desolate and strong.

"All the swords are drawn, chaos is coming!"

The commander's screams swept through the battlefield like a storm. On one side, the golden phoenix battle flag began to burn fiercely. The sacred order runes flashed on the chest of every soldier. The legion seemed to be coated with a light film, which was dark and gloomy. In the nightmare world, it becomes a sharp blade.

Compared with the time of departure, the size of this intrepid army has been reduced by nearly one-third. Thousands of warriors have fallen on the journey across the scorched plain, more than ten encounters, two chaotic storms. Deadly spiritual attacks, these things have taken away many noble souls, and the people who are still alive are exhausted, almost innocent. The attacks from nightmares are endless. The last battle has just ended, and the soldiers can almost say Without a break, it is necessary to face the final battle.

However, no one has retreated, and no one has repented. This is a war against evil spirits. Except for death, there is nothing to end it!

When the shouts of "chaos struck" rang across the battlefield, the warriors once again raised their swords and faced the darker frenzy that was getting closer!

The Kuroshio formed by the Chaos Monster finally came into contact with the front of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force. The two waves of silver and black collided, and the whole world seemed to be a moment of silence.

Then, the water splashed.

Numerous limbs fly in the air, there are humans, there are also monsters, the collision of the two legions seems to become a rough grindstone, in the fierce friction, the four sparks and debris are shot, the front of the two tides is slightly Pause for a moment, and recessed inward, but the next moment is the more violent rebound and re-collision!

In this meat grinder-style advancement, the silver front of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force slowed down, but it still did not stop, but continued to move forward at a slow but firm pace, constantly approaching the base of the spiral hill. seat.

On the deck of the Saints, Lily looked anxiously at the melee on the far front, and from time to time, she quickly circulated around Hao Ren: "The landlord, when are we going?!"

"Wait a minute," Hao Ren pays attention to the changes in the clouds above the spiral hill. He knows that every minute of every brave soldier will die on the road of assault, but he can't put his hand on the ground now. In the battle, the sacrifice of the soldiers was to exchange space for the second wave of attacks. He must understand this. "Attention to Gordon's movements. After they entered the war, let's go down and help, but pay attention to saving physical strength and even greater challenges. Waiting for us in front."

"it is good!"

Lily nodded hard, then focused on the battlefield of the ten classical prisoners.

The king of the mountains and rivers Gordon is now staring at the battlefield.

The front is still advancing, and the warriors of the Sanctuary have made a path in the chaos army with flesh and blood and almost fanatical sacrifices. The spiral hills have been covered by layers of black corps at this moment. However, the silver front of the Sanctuary Expeditionary Force is like a sharp blade cut into the carrion, and this thick layer of barrier is cut little by little.

In the fight of the frontline charge army, the rear troops continued to advance.

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual pressure swept the battlefield.

Just like the gust of wind blowing across the lake, the inexpressible spiritual power swept the spiritual world of everyone on the battlefield, and countless illusions and negative emotions emerged, making everyone's breathing a stagnation, despite the high-level fighting priests. Quickly use the magic to dispel these spiritual attacks, but the feeling of guilty can not be dispersed for a long time.

The king of the mountains and rivers, Gordon’s eyes, was stunned. At the same time as the storm of the mind swept through, he saw something strange in the front pillar of the smoke.

Two huge tentacles are formed in the smoke, numerous body abscesses, heights of up to four or five meters, ugly monsters appear around the tentacles, and rush to the battlefield

"The Locke-Mart Derivatives have appeared!" The voice of the King of Mountains and Rivers is as bright as his title, "The Wardens, ready to fight!" (To be continued.)