The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

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As the "Dead" team had rushed beyond the range of the magic crystal cannon, amidst the reports of the knights roaring.

Followed by hundreds of brilliant brilliance, they rushed into the sky and continued to bloom among the undead and demons, blooming!

"The third magic team's long-range magic preparations are complete, launch!"

"The 4th magic team's long-range magic is ready, replace! Launch!"

The magic in this world, except for some great magicians, is not something that ordinary mages can afford to consume mentally and mana.

The magicians on the city wall gritted their teeth, changing teams one by one!

"The 2nd Priest Squad, activate the healing technique!"

"The 3nd Priest Squad, activate the healing technique!"

"The third magic team's long-range magic preparations are complete, launch!"

"The 4th magic team's long-range magic is ready, replace! Launch!"

"No need to replace, we're okay, the magic is ready, let's launch!!!"

Under the dark night, the people on the city wall are desperately opening up a path to hope for the "dead".

Candlelight lasts all night, and that candlelight is also the hope of the human race.

It is the hope of the human race, ignited on the battlefield, blooming in the sea of undead demons, an incomparably dazzling fireworks!

Even if it is hard to open up, we must open up a road that can move forward on this road that cannot go forward!

The members of the magic priest team fainted on the city wall one by one because of exhaustion!

But there are still people who continue to persist, gritting their teeth and persisting desperately!

And this kind of thing, the human race is already on the cities that have been captured one after another.

It happened once, and again!

This is not the last time, there is next time, next time!

As long as there are enemies.

As long as the human race does not perish!

Facing the tsunami-like disasters again and again, there will always be someone who will stand up and stand in front of everyone!

Gradually, when the magician's casting distance is not enough.

The tall and thin black-robed old man who had been standing on the city wall, staring at the "dead" team finally moved.

He raised the big stick in his hand.

On the top of the wooden stick, the huge gem shone with an incomparably dazzling light.

Pierce the darkness and light up the sky!

A dazzling milky white light pierced the battlefield directly, covering the surroundings of the "Dead" team.

The attacks of magic cannon and magic have killed countless demons and undead.

But in that vast enemy sea, it is still only a small part, a very small part!

Those bloodthirsty demons are still stepping on the corpses of the same kind, rushing desperately towards the "dead" team!

Ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, fangs and claws.

Swear to completely wipe out the "Dead" team, crush it!

And with the milky white light that illuminates the night, it enveloped the "Dead" team.

The moment those undead and demons collide with it, they will be covered by scorching white flames, and will be burned to the point that there is no bones left!

But even so, under the collision of millions, or even more demons and undeads, the milky white light gradually dimmed and became weaker.

Swish swish--!

With the casting of super-large magic, the wind centered on the old man became bigger and stronger!

The old man's black cloak has been blown away.

What was exposed was the completely white hair, the dry face, the wrinkled face, and the sweat overflowed again!

He is the most powerful man in the human race, equal to the old king, the hope of the human race, and a great sage!

He was over a hundred years old, and the hand holding the big magic wand was like dead wood, covered with age spots, and even the blood vessels were no longer obvious, and lost its vitality.

But the hand holding the magic wand did not waver in the slightest.

The gem at the top of the magic wand is getting brighter and more dazzling!

It was unknown when, the great sage's white hair and beard had begun to fall off, and dark blood had overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

The whole person's complexion has turned black, and he has become so thin that it is frightening.

But his gaze never left.

Fall in that battlefield, fall in that sea of demons and undead.

Closely follow those "dead" who keep breaking through with the hope of the human race!

In his already cloudy eyes, there is a firm hope shining!

Brave people.

As a great sage of human beings, I will never leave the last royal city of the human race until I die!

Please bring my expectations, the hopes of the human race, and the wishes for a better future!

forward, forward.