Apocalyptic Dark Age

The overwhelming shouts of killing echoed between heaven and earth. Countless people were fighting to the death on the earth. Huge monsters walked on the earth, waving their sharp claws and beating away rows of armored warriors. Each one was fully armed. The family warriors were flung in all directions like flies caught by a fly swatter. Huge flames burst into pieces on the chaotic battlefield, sputtering thousands of sparks and burning the living people into torches.

Thousands of thin rays of light flashed past, piercing through the middle of the tightly formed team. One by one, the warriors fell to the ground, but those who survived were still walking forward slowly. In front of the team, a huge battlefield lay ahead. Like a meat grinder devouring life, a steady stream of wounded were sent down from the front line. Many of the wounded died on the way, and were thrown and piled randomly on the roadside, like stacks of firewood.

In the sky, airships are fighting one after another, with bright beams of light reflecting each other. From time to time, an airship will explode into a ball of fire, shaking off countless fragments and falling to the ground to explode. Every time an airship explodes, there will be a different number. People flew out of it and fell to the ground and were thrown into pieces, but there was always one person who jumped out intact. This person was Rishan Jia Luo. The endless killing and death had nothing to do with Shan Shan Jia Luo. They were just people on the battlefield. Passenger.

At the center of the battlefield, Garos in strange costumes fight against each other, using various abilities to try their best to kill the enemies they can see. There are enemies everywhere. Even the Garos are just tiny ants on the battlefield. Many Garos are like ants. Luo Zhong was overstretched and unable to retreat in time, and was hacked to death by ordinary family warriors.

Whenever an ordinary warrior kills a Garazon, he will cut off his head and hold it high, roaring with joy. After obtaining a Garazong's head, the ordinary warrior can walk off the battlefield and enjoy a lifetime of wealth. , as long as they can keep their victory under the prying eyes of their comrades.

The chaotic battlefield is a nightmare for the Jialuo people. Even the half-step Jialuo who is good at defense cannot withstand thousands of blade slashes. The stronger the defense, the more miserable the Jialuo people will die. Chop it, not even a piece of meat as big as a palm is left.

The Frontier Gallo is a high-level force on the battlefield and will not be used easily. However, once it is used, it is a critical moment. The Frontier Gallo kills a large area with heavy firepower. It is just easy to fight one against a hundred, but they are also the most powerful. It is easy to be targeted. Once targeted, the chance of death is more than 80%. After all, there is a truly invincible strong man on the battlefield, Xianjun Jialuo.

There are two types of Garo. One is Garo who has outstanding qualities. He has more strength and speed than ordinary people. It is like an ancient general who can defeat a hundred with one.

The other type is the Gara people who can use various weird abilities, such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder and lightning, wind knives, and shock waves. However, the growth rate of these Gara is slower than the Gara of its own quality, just like The White Tiger under Gao Feng can barely get some ice flakes and so on. If he wants to have great lethality, it will take a lot of time.

But there are all kinds of strange things in the world of Jia Luo. The Divine Blessing Wood is the treasure that makes the Jia Luo Zong truly powerful. A two-foot-long Shen Blessing Wood can nearly double the physical strength of low-level Jia Luo Zong. The energy in the bodies of the Garo people is guided to condense into a line and fired out through the Divine Blessing Wood. The distance cannot reach the distance of the gun, which is more than two hundred meters. The weapon of the airship is the Divine Blessing Cannon made by the Divine Blessing Wood.

Thousands of various colored or five-color thin threads were sprayed from the Divine Blessing Wood in the hands of the Jia Luo Zhong, setting off waves of blood in the strangled crowd. The opponents also had Divine Blessing Wood, which was also strangling them and shooting at them. During the battle, the Jialuo people did not dare to dodge, lest they disrupt their formation. The competition was about will and tenacity. Whoever could not hold on would lose.

The Garos are like the European soldiers in the 18th century, using volleys of guns to trade casualties, while the high-level Shanshan Garos are at the rear of the battlefield, bombarding the opponent's military with divine cannons, and red lights flash through, like giants. The caliber of a cannon is average, and it can easily wipe out the family warriors.

As discussed in advance, the real top Garo will not appear on the battlefield, because neither side of the war can afford to lose. The only place where casualties can be caused is in the air. Every airship has a Split Mountain Garo. , emits a beam of light that looks like a laser. If it is destroyed and falls into the opponent's military formation, even ordinary Garos can kill high-level Garos.

The Divine Blessing Cannon positions in Wangyue City State are each ten meters long. The muzzles of the jade-green Divine Blessing Cannons continuously condense light groups of various colors. After stopping for a moment, they blurt out like sharp arrows and streak through the light and shadow afterimages. , falling on the opposite side, the number of enemy kills is just a number to Rishan Jialuo, and has nothing to do with merit.

The brightest light is the one blasted out by the muzzle operated by Huo Yan. Among a group of first-level split mountains, the middle-level split mountain Jia Luo is eye-catching, but compared to the concentration of others, Huo Yan seems absent-minded, and the red light emitted is also Most of the time, it was directed towards the edge of the battle formation, and it couldn't kill a few people at one time. It was too far away from the massacre in the Southern Wilderness that day.

After Huo Yan fired three or four more cannons, he felt angry and kicked the valuable Divine Blessing Cannon. He turned around and jumped off the five-meter-high fort. There were twenty attendants waiting to serve below. Busy, those who moved the chairs moved the chairs, and those who carried the tables carried the tables. Soon, Huo Yan sat down comfortably with his legs crossed, a table of exquisite side dishes steaming up, and a pot of small wine.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir. In the whole morning, you fired one hundred and twenty-eight rounds. The Xuanye family's corpses were everywhere in the explosion. It's all your credit..."

"My lord, you have worked so hard, so I must give you my condolences. This is a fine wine made from red jade seeds in the southern barbarian jungle. Please taste it..."

"Your Majesty has worked hard for the city. Every time I see you tired, our hearts are cut with daggers. I only regret that my ability is low and I cannot follow you to kill the enemy. Fortunately, my daughter at home is still pretty. What is rare is that she has a gentle and pleasant personality. I am willing to send you With adults…”

As soon as he sat down, a flood of flattery poured out from the mouths of the people around him, as if he wanted no money. Hearing these words, Huo Yan felt uncomfortable.

"Get away from me, aren't you bothered by me?"

With a scolding, the sycophants around him immediately disappeared, and Huo Yan became even more upset as he watched the criss-crossing flashes of light in the sky.

"Still worried about the airship..."

I wanted to be quiet for a while, but when I heard this, Huo Yan was naturally not happy.

"The empty boat is nothing. I'm angry at those bastards. Isn't it because I have no background? As for cheating me like this? Just wait, wait until I become Bengyun Jialuo, and let them all kneel in front of me and call me grandpa... ….”

Huo Yan complained, causing the visitor to shake his head. He sat next to Huo Yan, picked up the glass of wine that Huo Yan had not drunk, drank it down in one gulp, sighed, and said:

"Stop complaining. No one can prove whether Jieming is dead or alive. No one can prove that he shot down the Xuan Ye family's airship. It is normal to doubt. Jieming is one of the few mid-level mountain-splitting members of the Xuan Ye family. He may hit Beng Yun. Jialuo's genius has used countless treasures of heaven and earth, how can he be like a wandering soul like you who has no backing? "

"Four months, four months? This battle has already been fought halfway, aren't you sure yet? I work for the Mochizuki City State, but they want to hold me responsible for the loss of my airship. Let me be held accountable, every day. The airship was shot down, but those grandsons didn’t do anything, so why did they only bother me? Damn..., do you really think I’m a fool?”

Huo Yan was still aggrieved and happily ran back to receive the reward. Unexpectedly, he didn't even get a single hair, and he even made a fuss. Even if he asked for daily offerings, he was pushed back and forth, insisting that he go to the battlefield to use cannons. Pay him. If he didn't want to start a family, those children would need a lot of supplies, and he wouldn't be here to serve them.