Bright Era

Looking over it hastily, there are at least hundreds of thousands of corpses here, of which tens of thousands are only the archangel-level corpses. Seeing so many corpses of the twelve-winged archangel with pale gold wings on their backs, Lin Qi's teeth chilled.

What kind of war was the ancient war of gods!

The dead bodies here are all god-level powerhouses. They are just like the least valuable cannon fodder soldiers on the Norman Fortress defense line in the Western Continent, dead here in obscurity. With so many god-level powerhouses, so many people, in ancient times, what exactly was the war started for?

"We know that you have doubts!" ​​The osmanthus tree's quiet voice sounded: "But now you are too weak. As a child, and the weakest of them, your task now is not to think about these messy things. , But quickly recycle it!"

"Although the proportion of recyclables is not high, it can still save us a lot of energy!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree sighed softly, "Although the strength of the Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse and Dragon Cliff have not been restored, they cannot create the highest level. The weapons of war, but after recovering these corpses, they can still make some cannon fodder in the middle and lower layers."

"For you now, the middle and low-class cannon fodder is barely enough!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree waved a rhizome lightly: "Anyway, your current enemy is a bunch of waste that is not as good as cannon fodder, although the quantity is large. It's a bit, but... I can't bear to judge those poor trash."

Lin Qi coughed heavily. Lin Qi's current enemy is a waste that is worse than cannon fodder? Although Lin Qi knew that this was an objective evaluation of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, why did it sound so awkward? Enemy with a group of waste, Lin Qi has the illusion that he has become waste.

With a large light curtain falling, Lin Qi flew towards the core of Heavenly Mountain like a huge ball of light.

Countless corpses disappeared wherever they went, and a large number of corpses fell into the ascension pond. The silver-white pool water wrapped these corpses from different races, expelling all the heterogeneous energy in their bodies, and engulfing them in their bodies. The remaining life essence and energy were extracted drop by drop.

Flying all the way forward, Lin Qi's body suddenly stiffened!

On a silver pillar about 100 meters in diameter in front, Lin Qi saw two humans! Yes, it must be human! One of them was wearing a quirky tight-fitting uniform, and a long sword shining with a faint black light in his left hand pierced diagonally into the brow of a desperate female elf in front of him.

And another man wearing the same uniform, holding a dagger, with a look of ferocity and tyranny, pierced into the back of the man in front from behind. The dagger came out through his chest, although countless years have passed, but the cold air emanating from this dagger can still be imagined, how fierce this sneak attack was.

The right arm of the man holding the sword in his left hand was weirdly twisted, and his backhand hit the man's apple behind him like a snake.

It was this seemingly simple punch that ended the life of the man behind him. Lin Qi walked around behind the two of them. He saw the man with the punch in the Adam’s apple. His entire neck bone was blown, and the back of his neck exploded. A hole the size of a bowl was opened.

Around this thick pillar, dozens of corpses were piled up and down. Looking at the injuries on these corpses, they were all hit by a sword, and their lives were instantly terminated. Obviously these strange creatures were all killed by the man with the long sword.

Lin Qi was silent. No matter what angle he looked at, he was just an ordinary human. But among the creatures he killed, there were five super-level master god-level powerhouses of the multi-armed secret demons with a hundred heads and thousand arms!

How can a human being kill so many god-level powerhouses?

"You shouldn't say something?" Lin Qi asked Osmanthus and them suddenly.

The sweet-scented osmanthus trees kept their solemn solemnity, and Lin Qi could feel that they were staring at the two men through their own eyes. Perhaps after so many years of relationship, Lin Qi can even feel their mood swings.

To the man holding the long sword, the Osmanthus Tree was full of respect and deep sadness; while the man behind the attack made the Osmanthus Tree and them mad, the crazy anger, even Lin Qi’s heartbeat Instinctively speeded up a lot.

After a long time, Longya mumbled in a low voice: "Traitor! Traitor!!! Traitor!!!"

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree sighed deeply: "Traitor! Traitor!!! Traitor!!! If it wasn't for these traitors, maybe, maybe!"

Lin Qi slowly landed on the stone pillar and walked slowly in front of the two men and a female elf who were still standing. He stared deeply at the man holding the long sword, looking at his eyes that were still wide, but lost all the light.

Even if he was attacked by his companion from behind, the man's face still had a hint of faintness. . . Calm and smile!

Even though the dagger came out from his chest, the man still had a smile on his face, a confident, hopeful smile. Lin Qi could not see the slightest fear on his face, nor could he see any negative emotions. It seemed that at the moment of death, he was like an emperor attending a feast, so unhurried, so noble and generous!

A thin cyan rhizome shot out from Lin Qi's fingertips, lightly passing over a golden square crest on the man's chest. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree's voice sounded leisurely: "It's a coincidence, Linde! Well, he has the same surname as Lin Qi!"

The voice of the Hall of Doomsday Apocalypse is very strange: "This is a coincidence! So, Lin Qi, condense his corpse properly. Together with his weapons, return to the ground world and bury him well."

"What a coincidence!" Lin Qi looked at the face with a faint smile, turning over with waves of depression in his heart.

The rhizome of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree swept across the square coat of arms on another man’s chest, and he muttered in a low voice, "Nantian. I hope you have descendants to stay. Although I say this is a bit cruel, this despicable bloodline must be completely removed. The guilt in the bloodline must be thoroughly purified!"

The two rabbits squatted upright on Lin Qi's shoulders. They drooped their eyelids and stared at Linde's face. After a long time, their long ears suddenly trembled. Da Hei sighed in a low voice, "Hey, what a handsome boy, that's it!"

Xiao Hei twisted his hips, then jumped up, and stepped on Nan Tian's face, kicking his body on his back.

"I hate traitors! Just like **** like donkeys! He obviously teamed up with us to steal women’s underwear, and he sold us as soon as he turned around! Damn traitors, I hate traitors!" Xiao Hei grinned and grinned. : "Betrayers, they are the most shameless people in this world!"

Lin Qi pushed the gorgeously-dressed female elf to the ground, and then held Linde's body.

I don't know how many years he died, but in this strange space, Linde's body was illuminated by the light released by Heavenly Mountain, still maintaining the softness of a human being. Lin Qi drew out the short sword in his back, and then let him lie on the ground upright.

"Maybe you should explain to me why he can kill the gods?" Lin Qi asked to himself.

After a long silence, the rhizome of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree waved weakly: "A young child can have the power equivalent to the so-called gods of the lower ranks, so what about adults? Killing the gods? Is this strange? These humble and humble lives Body, these betrayers, these humble existences, killing them, is it something that surprised you?"

Lin Qi looked at Linde's corpse, and the feeling of boredom in his heart grew stronger.

After a daze, he said solemnly: "What is the grade of the long sword in his hand?"

The Temple of the Doomsday Apocalypse said in a natural tone: "It is a high-grade artifact-level weapon to be able to kill high-ranking gods and super-level master gods! But we do not recommend that you do anything to his weapons, because weapons are the honor of soldiers. !"

"No!" Lin Qi suddenly laughed weirdly: "The glory of a soldier is to kill the enemy! It is a kind of blasphemy and a crime to bury an artifact like this. I think they can understand me. practice!"

There was a deep tiger cry, and Tu Junxu slowly emerged from Lin Qi's palm.

The long sword with a faint black glow suddenly screamed, and he took the initiative to disintegrate, and turned into a large stream of light into the Tu Junaxe. Linde's eyes were slowly closed, and the faint smile on his face gradually disappeared without a trace.

"This..." Osmanthus and the others were silent for a while.

"So, although you are very smart and powerful, you don't understand the heart of a real soldier!" Lin Qi looked at the Tu Junaxe that was gradually shining with strange light, and said calmly, "I understand, so I know what is right. Their greatest respect!"

"Although I still don't know what all this is about!" Lin Qi flatly said, "But I think, sooner or later I will know one day, right?"

"When you have enough power!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree swayed its rhizomes wildly, hitting the square in front of the Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse. "Sooner or later you will know, but you don't have it now. Enough qualifications to know this!"

Lin Qi picked up the army axe, chopped off Nan Tian's head with an axe, and kicked his body down the pillar.

He sorted out Lind's body and put his body on the back of the donkey. The donkey, who has always liked to complain, didn't say a word this time, his eyes flashed with a faint gray light, and it seemed that he was thinking of some broken memories.

Lin Qi continued to move forward. The corpses of the archangel who fell dead along the way became fewer and fewer, and the corpses of those strange creatures that fell dead more and more.

Among these corpses, there are more and more human corpses.

What makes Lin Qi's face extremely ugly is that there are too many humans, they are killing each other!

They are wearing the same clothes, but they are killing each other mercilessly! (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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