The Trial Council, which had been standing in the era of collapse for 50 years, finally felt the threat for the first time.

The group of messengers led by Fuluo is not so much an ultimatum to the Cross Church, but rather a sensation in the name of the messenger.

Follow the orders, everyone will be well. If you don’t follow the orders, you will be killed.

There are two reasons why the Judgment Council did not send Ophelia the God of Death.

First, the signal sent by Ophelia is so unfriendly.

It’s like if you want to convey a message to terrorists, you must send out psychological experts who seem calm and friendly, rather than murderous special forces. Otherwise, if any fool listens to you, he will run away before you land.

Second, Fuluo is far more lethal to the evolvers than Ophelia.

Under the judgment gun, the evolutionary flow is as insignificant as an ant. This sentence is the truth of the world.

Therefore, the Judicial Council sent a beautiful Fuluo, and under the ultimatum, he secretly made a judgment, obeying orders but not to die.

But no one expected that the ruling would expire. No one knew what happened at the scene. He only knew that Fuluo reported the news of Ho Anlison's death and then lost contact. The Cross Church was still attacking under the guidance of the Pope.

At this moment, the Judgment Council finally realized that the Cross Church was not only threatening the Red Blood Empire, but also threatening the human elite who had overlooked the world for 50 years.

The bitter fishy wind has become richer than ever before.

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In the history of human wars, land warfare is a hell on earth made of flesh and blood, and it has always been.

The Central Committee of the Royal Capital did not expect that Chang'an would fall on the 100th day. The troops that had been transferred out to migrate the people had no time to withdraw. Now, those who gathered to guard the Royal Capital were reserve troops, mainly infantry, and the battles they were engaged in were also full of flesh and blood.

At the front line of the battlefield, the commander covered in bruises climbed up from the corpses everywhere. One of his legs was lost in the fierce battle, and he was struggling and crawling in this sea of ​​blood.

When he climbed to a pile of corpses like a crowded pit, the commander dug hard in the broken arms of the ground. After some time, he finally dug out a communicator from a pile of flesh and blood. After opening it, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "The 42nd line of defense has been broken! The people on the 43rd line of defense are coming up!"

How many people have been killed? The specific numbers cannot be estimated.

Time was too hasty. The reserve soldiers mobilized this time were only 400,000, which was only the size of a large army.

According to the organization, the army set up 50 lines of defense outside the capital, each line of defense was closely connected, and one was penetrated and the subsequent ones were immediately pushed up.

What these reserve soldiers have to face is the Cross Church troops headed by the Knight of the Round Table, led by Galahad, a knight of the Round Table, mixed with elite knights, ferocious beasts, and demigod bodies.

Now, the defense line has been broken through forty-two, and only eight defense lines are left...

The commander contacted the defenders behind him. After saying a few words, he was trampled by the rushing horses, and together with the corpses everywhere around him, they turned into meat paste.

When the last man from the forty-second line of defense fell, the soldiers from the forty-third line of defense roared and launched a crazy attack on the overwhelming church troops.

However, the ones that charge at the forefront were all the Teutonic Knights led by Galahad himself. Heavy armored weapons made of cube materials cannot penetrate, and all bullets were bounced away. Only shells hit on them could cause some damage, and it was only "some".

The soldiers of the Empire were crushed by war horses one by one, becoming part of the sea of ​​corpses and blood, turning into blood and minced meat on the land of the motherland.

Similar things have been repeated dozens of times in the past twenty-four hours!

Originally, the vanguard troops led by Galahad could directly reach the capital in these twenty-four hours and razed the entire city to the ground. However, it was the setting of these fifty lines of defense that were the bloody battles of these hundreds of thousands of soldiers that slowed down Galahad's offensive and blocked the Cross Church from the capital with a strong wall made of flesh and blood.

"Wake up! Hey! Wake up!" On a ruin, the younger brother, covered in blood, hugged his brother tightly, shaking him while hissing.

These two are elites of the reserve force. The word "elite" means an evolver. The brother's ability is to metalize the limbs, and his defense and destructive power have greatly increased. In order to tease his brother, the younger brother deliberately chose the ability to "control metal" when he became an evolver.

At this time, half of my brother's body had been smashed by some force, and many internal organs were flowing out of it, which was shocking.

In previous offensive and defensive battles, my younger brother had been using the ability to control metal to block the church troops. This ability had a very strong magnitude for the knights wearing heavy armor, causing considerable trouble to the knight's charge line, and was therefore ruthlessly targeted by the round table knight Galahad.

Due to excessive fatigue, my brother made a serious mistake in his offense and defense and was approached by Galahad. Just as he was about to be chopped in half by a sharp sword, his brother appeared. This man who could make his body harder than steel blocked him and blocked this fatal blow for him.

Although his brother's ability is miraculous in fighting sharp objects, his opponent is Galahad. In front of this round table knight, his ability is as weak as nothing, and his steel body is torn to pieces, and his whole person is broken into several pieces and falls to the ground.

At this time, my younger brother was already full of tears, holding my brother's broken body and sobbing quietly. The love between blood-related brothers is very simple. From the moment they were born, they could trust each other and trust each other. No matter how storms and storms in troubled times will not change... except for separation from life and death.

Just as my younger brother was sobbing, the brother suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his younger brother's collar tightly, and said in an inauspicious voice: "The battle... how is it..."

The younger brother was stunned, quickly grabbed his brother's hand, and said in a trembling voice: "The defense line can't be blocked..."

"Stop it! Must block it!!" I don't know where the strength came from, but my brother burst out with a low roar, "Behind him is our capital!!! If the enemy captures the capital and we defenders are still alive, that is a shame! It is a great shame!"

"So, block them! I'm not going to let you survive! It's because you have stronger power than me, and you can drag it longer! It's better to block the enemy for one more second! Even if the king is really going to be broken, then let the enemy step over our corpse!"

When my brother yelled these words with his last strength, his life was silently taken away by the god of death, and his body gradually became colder...

As his younger brother was silent, Galahad crossed the ruins, stepped on the pile of corpses and looked at them with condescending contempt, sneering: "I should slash directly into my throat so that he would not say so much nonsense before he died."

On the vast battlefield where crows were filled with the sky, a round table knight and a royal guard. The two looked at each other coldly. The former was as powerful as Mount Tai, while the latter was as vague as an ant. However, at this time, the ant launched a fearless challenge to Mount Tai.

The younger brother stood up and his fist hit his bloody chest hard. He grinned and showed his bloody teeth: "As long as I am still standing, you don't want to enter the capital."

Galahad inserted his sword into a corpse under him, casually sorted out his crooked armor, and said with interest: "Oh? What can you do."

Suddenly, my brother took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it without hesitation. The next second, a shocking change came on this battlefield!

On the battlefield, the corpses covered with the earth suddenly began to tremble under the control of some kind of force, as if they had resurrected themselves, and would stand up at the next moment at any time!

However, such a thing did not happen. The reason why these corpses trembled was not to revive, but something was rushing out of their bodies!

Amid the twisting sound of flesh and blood, the body of a corpse began to break first, and tiny black matter emerged from it like a fountain. Then, more and more corpses had similar things. Not long after, the battlefield was covered with these black matter, covering the earth and stretching endlessly, like a layer of black carpet covering the earth.

"This medicine...can make...my ability...overload operation..." My brother was extremely depressed, and his face turned pale and spit out several mouthfuls of black blood, but his eyes were filled with a fighting spirit that broke the sky, and he roared ferociously, "Every human body has metal... Although there are not many, the most lacking here is corpses!!!"

The younger brother burst out with his last roar. In just a moment, the metal extracted from the corpse flew into the sky neatly and gathered in the sky like a rolling dragon, forming a metal storm that destroyed the world.

Under the overload control of my younger brother, these metals gathered from all directions and quickly gathered together, colliding and squeezing each other. At first, they were just a small black ball, but as more and more metals were mixed in, a giant cone-shaped object was formed directly in the air.

Above the sky, this metal polymer with inestimable weight roared and turned its direction, aiming its sharp bottom at Galahad.

In the fierce roar, the blood vessels in the younger brother's body began to explode. He also used this last force to drag the metal aggregate down and let it smash Galahad with the power of thunder.

With its terrifying weight, extremely strong potential energy, and my brother's ability to control it, the whereabouts of this metal polymer is no weaker than that of a meteorite!

However, things were not as smooth as expected.

Because he was injured in the battle before, and the overload pills would cause irreversible fatal damage to himself, the younger brother overestimated his body's ability to withstand. Before completing this desperate attempt, his body collapsed because he could not bear the backlash damage.

In the unwilling roar, the bones in my younger brother's body began to crack due to heavy pressure, the internal organs shattered due to feedback, and the flesh and blood on his body began to twist. Finally, he fell to the ground like mud, unable to move, and was dying.

In the sky, the uncontrolled metal polymer also staggered towards Galahad. However, without the guidance of his younger brother, the behemoth also lost its initial power and could not even maintain the shape of the condensed body.

When it hit Galahad, the aggregate began to collapse directly. The metal extracted from the corpse fell to the ground and piled up into a small hill. At most, it smashed Galahad's helmet and failed to cause any substantial damage.

Galahad patted the dirty things on his body and said casually: "That's it?"

At the same time, the church troops in the rear had massacred all the defenders and swept over there.

My younger brother fell powerlessly to the ground, staring at the sky in despair, where it was filled with haze and crows were everywhere, revealing the desolation of mass graves, like the destruction of civilization, and there was no glimmer of hope.

it's over...

The capital...is about to fall...
Chapter completed!