Bright Era

The ice deer **** Assen Beers rushed to Lin Qi and the others angrily. The snowstorm he rolled up covered the earth for hundreds of miles, and the land he passed was sealed by thick ice, hiding in the ground. The eggs several meters deep were killed by the cold air. After his ravages, the northern provinces of the Gaul Empire did not even show up a single mosquito for several years.

Assen Beers was going crazy, he was the commander-in-chief of the attack on the Black Raven Gap defense line by the Temple of Odin.

One hundred and twenty powerful alien demigods were all commanded by Assen Beers. They instantly destroyed the Black Raven Gap Defense Line with the power of the demigods, killed all the human soldiers here, and then led more than twenty alien legions to attack Bo Riley, most of the territory of the Gaul Empire is directly controlled.

Then marched to the northwest and coordinated with Leon and Yin Qingyue’s main army to attack the Norman Fortress from the back. The two lines of attack were encircled. As long as the Norman Fortress was captured, the humans of the Western Continent could only rely on the iron cavalry of foreign races. Ravaged.

But Assen Beers never dreamed that one hundred and twenty demigods, not one hundred and twenty pigs, nor one hundred and twenty little chickens, these are a hundred and twenty powerful demigods. , Was killed completely in just a quarter of an hour.

The seal barrier of the Heart of the Earth cuts off all auras, and even a strong man like Asen Beers can't see what happened inside the seal of the Heart of the Earth. But when the barrier collapsed, Lin Qi and others rushed out, and the demigods of the alien race disappeared without a trace. No matter how stupid Ason Beers was, he knew that the people he brought had been killed.

One hundred and twenty demigods, this team of demigods under their control was actually killed?

The value of any demigod, whether it is tactical value or strategic value, far surpasses ten full-man legions! But now in just a quarter of an hour, so many demigods have fallen. Assen Beers rushed straight, like a madman, angrily.

But just as he ran halfway, a projection of the Moon God's clone suddenly activated the artifact and slaughtered the alien soldiers of more than 20 legions. The breath of the Moon God made Assen Beers immobile, and his charging speed suddenly dropped a lot.

When Assen Beers felt that the Moon God had plundered the souls of more than two million alien warriors in one fell swoop, he screamed in anger. At that moment, he even wanted to attack the invisible vortex in the sky. But immediately after that golden red light flashed, he felt a faint coercion from the God of Retribution, and Assen Beers forcibly suppressed all the anger.

He knew what those gods were doing, but he couldn't stop it!

"Despicable and shameless god!" Assen Beers rushed towards Lin Qi and the others with terrible anger, the roaring cold weather turned into an invisible blade, and the whistle ripped the air loudly, spreading the sky and the earth. Lin Qi and others hacked it down.

Lin Qi stood in front of everyone. His hands were shining with yellow light. As his hands moved to the ground, one thick rock wall rose out of thin air, firmly protecting it. people around me. The invisible wind knives slashed heavily on the rock wall. Those wind knives that were hundreds of meters long were so powerful that they banged the rocks, and countless bursts of wind smashed the surrounding ground.

In the north, about three hundred miles away from the place where Lin Qi and Assen Beers fought, an old man with only an old wolf skin wrapped around his body and a miserable white skull cap was squatting weakly. On the wall of a burnt-down castle, a bonfire in front of him was carefully taken care of.

The white bones are used as fuel to hold together, a group of green ghost fires are burning silently, and a dirty clay pot is suspended on the campfire. The volume of this pot is not small, at least it can hold more than a hundred catties of water. .

Nowadays, the clay pot is filled with a pot of viscous soup, and from time to time, water bubbles burst out loudly on the surface of the water. Occasionally, a few strange things emerge from the surface of the water, which are obviously poisonous poisons such as snakes, scorpions, and centipedes.

The old man gently blown off the steam on the clay pot, rubbed his palms excitedly, and then took out a bunch of colorful and beautiful mushrooms, gently opened them and threw them into the pot. Then the air suddenly diffused with a strong smell of blood, but people couldn't help but want to take a few more breaths.

"What a good soup, those little babies don't know how to enjoy it. It's a waste of such a good soup!"

Squinting triangulate eyes triumphantly, the old man grinned out his hand and grabbed a venomous white-spotted ring snake with three heads from the boiling soup. He bit his tongue in one bite, and then, "Cack bang bang bang' chewed like a child chewing soybeans.

"This soup is so good. After a sip, my waist no longer hurts, my legs no longer hurt, and my whole body feels comfortable!"

Ji Lingling fought a cold war. The old man carefully took out a small bowl made of mouse skulls, scooped up a bowl of soup with a grin, and blew the heat slowly, drinking the hot soup with great enjoyment.

Suddenly, he looked at the South and sneered: "Ason Bills? Can't you actually solve a human demigod? This time so many manpower has been lost, I see how you go back to explain , It's so fun!"

Gerdas, wearing a black robe, with long scarlet hair wafting like blood flowing behind his head, a biting wind whizzed by, and Gerdas, with mysterious purple light shining in his eyes, appeared out of nowhere in front of the old man. He sat on the head of the city without saying a word, then grabbed a large centipede with the thickness of a thumb from the jar, opened the shell of the centipede, and swallowed the white, tender and elastic centipede meat. .

"You're really welcome!" The old man squinted at Gerdas, "Are you not afraid of being poisoned?"

Gerdas shook his hands dripping with the soup and squinted at the old man: "What poison do you have that can kill me?"

The old man was silent for a while, and then sighed heavily: "There are, but it's not worth spending on you."

Gerdas' body suddenly stiffened. He stared at the old man and sneered: "What do you mean?"

The old man shrugged his shoulders, tightened the old wolf skin wrapped around him, and rolled his eyes to look at the sky: "What do you mean? That is to say, the temple inherited from the temple can call you a demigod, but in fact it is almost power. The potion of the fallen **** poisoned by the lower god's **** is very precious, and it is not worthwhile to use on you! Because of you... at least you can't be regarded as our true enemy!"

Gerdas took a deep breath. He fished out a few more poisonous insects from the jar and swallowed it. His body was already hot and sweaty, and hot air was rising from the top of his head, although it was cold. The wind is whistling in the middle of winter, but he seems to be in the middle of summer.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, the craftsmanship has improved!" Gerdas burped, and patted his belly contentedly: "It's up to the strength I have gained in a year of hard work. You put this pot of soup outside. At least it's worth a city."

The old man squinted, just pouring the soup continuously into his mouth from bowls to bowls. While drinking the soup, he sneered and sneered: "Just those stupid mortals, those stupid inferior creatures, they are qualified to drink me. Soup? Huh, why come to me?"

Gerdas glanced at the hot south, "I'm curious, what are you doing here? As the soul-attractor of the Hall of Valor in the Temple of Odin, you should squat in a place full of undead. What are you doing here? You want to find someone to do it?"

The old man tilted his mouth and shook his head gently: "This war is not what we want to start. According to our original intentions, at least another 30 years of rest and rest will increase the population of young and middle-aged people in various tribes. Start the war after doubling."

Gerdas looked at the old man in surprise: "Does your control of the Odin Temple have become so fragile? It really surprised me..."

The old man sneered at Gerdas' feet and spat: "The younger generations of the Temple of Punishment almost killed the losers who were so soulless. They are not qualified to say such things in front of me! Gerdas, you have to know something. ——In this world, there is always no shortage of young people with sufficient ambition and sufficient qualifications. When they grow to a certain level, things will become uncontrollable."

Gerdas looked at the old man deeply: "So what do you want to do here?"

The old man was silent for a while, and then pointed to the south: "The elite soldiers of thirty legions and the auxiliary soldiers of six legions. According to my plan, their sacrifices would at least add five high-level warriors to the Hall of Valor. Spirit! But now they are swallowed by that greedy bitch!"

Gerdas laughed'chickingly', he said slowly: "You use this word to call the moon god? Well, sooner or later, I will send you this heresy to the torture frame! But at least a little bit of me To be sure, you don’t want to suddenly break out a war that is not under your control?"

The old man nodded slowly: "But the war has broken out, so it shouldn't be the so-called battle of gods! Is the demigod cultivated so easily? Assen? Beers, these stupid things, they actually want to start a battle of gods. !"

Gerdas was silent for a while, and then he calmly said: "How about restraining each person and limiting the power to the peak of the Saint Master? How about a demigod? Don't wear it easily. Then, let's have another hundred years. war?"

The old man looked at Gerdas in surprise: "One more time? Your one..."

Gerdas smiled deeply: "Mother, each other, this is a situation of mutual benefit. Just like the one behind you... These two, after all, are the brothers of the direct relatives, so our cooperation is justified. "

The old man was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to Gerdas.

The two palms quickly shook each other's palms, and then shook each other's palms away at the fastest speed.

"Talk about the details!" Gerdas wiped his palms on his clothes in disgust. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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