Time flies fast.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Artillery of all calibers is roaring.

The high-speed machine gun made a 'rattle' sound like a tear-up.

The assault rifle is high-pitched, and the clear gunshots are connected.

Three war airships hovered at high altitude, and fire chains whipped down from the sky wildly, causing large patches of blood mist to rise on the ground.

War airships had received flag-tongued orders from the ground, and their frequency of dropping bombs was reduced a lot.

They hovered in the air, and only when they saw wolves and highlanders gathered below, they would slowly drop a giant bomb and completely level the area in most of the radius.

The army of the Highlanders...

The Highlander's Wolf Pack...

It collapsed.

The brave highlanders, facing this firepower strike that exceeded their imagination, were lost and flew around the battlefield like walking corpses.

The trench defense line, they are unable to get close to half a step.

They wanted to retreat, but the dense artillery fire blocked their retreat route. The giant bombs dropped by war airships at high altitude left them with no way to escape.

In a battlefield of about ten miles, corpses were everywhere, and blood was frozen into ice. Countless highland men who were fierce and cruel on weekdays, often dancing swords and swords, threw away their armor and all the weapons and supplies they carried, running around like headless flies.

Wolves... These fierce and vicious wolves finally recovered a trace of wisdom from their boundless wildness.

They had their tails sandwiched, making a shrill cry, fled on the battlefield, and were then blown to pieces by falling artillery shells and bombs, and were killed on the spot by precisely fired Imperial Army soldiers.

Teams of Imperial soldiers carried assault rifles, new grenades, and even mortars with one hundred and twenty-millimeter caliber, walked out of the trench and stepped forward step by step towards the bloody battlefield.

On the battlefield, from time to time, highlanders who had not dissipated their courage rushed out of the pile of corpses and rushed towards the Imperial Army soldiers with their swords.

But often, just a few gunshots or the sound of a grenade exploded, the counterattacking Highlanders fell helplessly.

Qiao also followed Gorkin and rushed into the battlefield with the troops of a guard company.

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

The soldiers around were constantly shooting, and the Highlanders and evil wolves were constantly being killed.

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

Others were invisible, only in Qiao Feihong's eyes? The battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of scarlet evil aura condensed into substance. This layer of evil aura was hundreds of feet high? It covered more than ten miles of battlefield, like a blood-colored ocean boiling.

Qiao took a deep breath? Then these scarlet evil spirits swept towards him.

Every pore on Qiao's body was opening wildly? Like small black holes? Hysterically swallowed the evil spirits pouring in from the outside world.

The instinct of ‘Scarlet’ is roaring and trembling.

The scarlet evil spirit surged into the body and immediately turned into wild heat flows to wash away the whole body.

Qiao's skin was slightly red, and his spiritual sea, power sea, and energy sea were constantly expanding and contracting?    Beating rapidly like his heart.

Every time you jump? The texture of Sanhai is more tougher on the basis of the ‘perfect’ state, and the volume of Sanhai is more expanding on the basis of the ‘perfect state’.

The spiritual power in the spiritual sea, the blood energy in the sea of ​​power, the knight's power in the sea of ​​energy, and the three strange forces are all washed by the heat flow transformed by the scarlet evil spirit? Continuously purified and condensed? The density is getting higher and higher and higher purity.

Gradually? The mental power in Qiao's spiritual sea gradually changed from crimson mist? It slowly transformed to the mist. Drops of tiny drops slowly condensed in the spiritual sea? Qiao's mental power began to show signs of liquefaction.

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

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

Joe followed Gorkin, holding a new assault rifle, grinning, and occasionally lifting the gun to pull the trigger.

His shooting skills were extremely accurate. Every time the gunshot sounded, there was always a highlander or a wolf who wailed to the ground a thousand feet away.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of gunfire around, Joe remembered his promise to the balance of order Ram.

Qiao bit his tongue and silently recited the prayer to Ram in his heart. The blood flowing from his tongue quickly became stained with a strange force, ancient, decadent, decayed, and unpredictable...

The bright red blood squirmed like a living thing in Qiao's mouth, and eventually turned into a hundred blood-colored divine patterns filled with strange power.

Qiao coughed heavily, then vomited blood on the ground.

Gorkin looked back at Joe, and Joe's saliva had already spitted on the ground. The battlefield was covered with blood, frozen into ice, frozen, and steaming rapidly...

Qiao's mouthful of blood was spit on the ground, not at all conspicuous.

Gorkin didn't notice Joe's little moves either. He just nodded and reminded: "Joe, this is a battlefield, be careful... Well, don't be too nervous. We will win this battle."

Joe grinned.

The blood he spit out expanded rapidly on the ground.

A hundred strange and twisted divine patterns crazily swallowed the blood around them, like leeches tilling and reproductive, quickly transforming into two, transforming into four, transforming into eight...

A hundred divine patterns turned into hundreds of millions of huge numbers in a few breaths.

These divine patterns spread rapidly along the blood on the ground, and instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

An unfathomable place for ordinary people.

Above the void of the battlefield.

Dimensions that are invisible to the naked eye.

A small scale, like a phantom, appeared quietly in the thick clouds at the height of the battlefield.

Cangchen, decay, decay, forgotten, unknown, unpredictable...

An indescribable aura enveloped the entire battlefield.

Qiao clearly sensed the arrival of Ram's power.

Apart from him, near the battlefield, the Hydra Secret Guard who had reached the sixth level, Salian, who was stronger than the ordinary Hydra Secret Guard, and several senior imperial generals with the rank of general on their epaulettes, felt a little cold at the same time.

It was a shock from the depths of the soul, which caused their physical instinct to react with some stress.

This feeling was like a lonely orphan walking timidly on the wasteland of the night. A huge, wriggling, fierce, evil and cunning monster quietly emerged from the ground behind him, poked his huge head to the top of his head, and gently dripped a thin saliva...

This is a nightmare horror derived from biological instinct.

This is the horror of the human race, which originated from the beginning of its birth.

That is the instinct horror from the soul to every cell that cannot be controlled by oneself, life cannot be controlled by oneself, everything is controlled by external forces, the body cannot help but resist, the instinctive horror from the soul to every cell.

"What do those damn Highlanders want to do?" Salian gritted his teeth [www.biqugexx.co] and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword on his waist: "Do they want to pray for the power of the wolf king Wall? Ha, we really should bring a few advanced charlatans here..."

The imperial generals didn't say anything, they just looked around with caution.

If the Highlanders really use the power of the Wolf King Wall... Only charlatans can deal with charlatans, they should really get a few high-level charlatans from the cathedral of the imperial capital as Salian said.

"Your Highness, we beat them so hard this time... This is the most brilliant victory of our empire against the Highlanders in more than a hundred years... Their losses are too heavy... They are afraid that they will really use the power of taboo heresy regardless of everything."

An imperial admiral present muttered in a low voice.

At the end of the wolf pack, among the army controlled by the high priests of the Wolf Temple, more than a dozen high priests listened in amazement to the news that the reconnaissance wolf cavalry was heard.

The eighteen tribal coalition forces, hundreds of thousands of elite highland warriors, and several times the number of evil wolves, were almost destroyed by the Imperial Army in just a few hours?

"This is impossible!" The thin old man with golden jewelry on his body screamed several times higher than his weight: "This is impossible... The Empire Pig must have cheated, they must have cheated... We, we must have revenge, we must have revenge!"

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the high priests.

They wanted to teach those young and strong tribal nobles a little lesson.

They wanted to weaken the military power controlled by Her Majesty the Queen of the Plateau Empire.

But they would never want to suffer heavy losses here, or even be wiped out.

In any case, the highland warriors who were rushing forward were their tribe members, their people, and the source of their wealth and strength. Thirty or 50,000 were killed or 50,000 people were able to accept... Hundreds of thousands of casualties, and no tribe could afford this loss.

These are all the elites among the elites in the tribe.

"Great Wolf King, we must do something." A group of high priests muttered in a treacherous tone.

Then, Ram's breath fell from the sky.

The high priests who were about to do something suddenly stiffened their bodies. They were like frogs staring at by a poisonous giant snake, sitting stiffly on the back of the wolf, unable to move, and unable to even speak.

A chaotic, turbid chaotic void appeared in front of them.

An endless stream of ancient, decay, decay, grey airflows with strong breath of death and forgetting circling around them.

In front of them, a huge shadow that is indescribable, undescribable, and indefinitely described appears.

A faint roar of wolf sounded in the minds of the high priests, and then the roar of wolf disappeared without a trace.

A terrible ‘concept’ flashed through the high priests’ minds.

Then this "concept" disappeared...their memories of this "concept", the existence represented by this "concept", the chaotic void in front of them, and the shadow standing in the middle of the void, all disappeared.
Chapter completed!