Cthulhu Invasion: Create The Church Of Dawn At The Beginning

I saw Ye Qingcheng's panic like Tianwei's unique momentum gradually disappeared.

Instead, it started to smell of doubting David Victor.

And at the same time.

The sense of repulsion from the magical world dissipated immediately.

There is also more freedom of physical movement, and there is no sense of obscurity similar to the past.

"It's a pity... I don't need to hide myself through disguise! I am the Lord of Dawn! Where the dawn falls, I am the hand of all living beings!"

But the next moment.

The breath of the Sakya tribe dissipated from Ye Qingcheng's body!

A little bit of fluorescence is even more shrouded within tens of meters of Qingcheng.

at the same time.

A wave of turbulent waves rushed towards Ye Qingcheng continuously, as if they wanted to push Ye Qingcheng out.

However, a slightly illusory black hole appeared behind Ye Feifan.

The attractiveness can be seen with the naked eye immediately.

The repulsive force was absorbed immediately.

"Come on! I'd like to see if you can squeeze me out, or become my resource to break through to the star level!"

Strands of space cracks emerged impressively around Ye Qingcheng's body, sometimes repairing, sometimes cracking.

The figure of Ye Qingcheng looms in these space cracks.

At this moment, his state is like being in the interlayer between the magical world and the endless void.

"My lord!"

At this moment, the endless devouring power of the black hole attracted the attention of Ye Feifan and Chewenster.

I saw their figures silently appearing in the room.

He looked at Ye Qingcheng with horror on his face.

I saw that the space around Langmiao Zhizhi was full of cracks, but they were quickly repaired.

In the dark, there is an endless terrifying aura shrouding the Lord of Dawn.

It seems that as long as the Lord of Dawn appears in the magical world, he will be greeted with endless oppression and malice.

"Nothing, this is a "war" between me and the pan-plane consciousness of the magical world

Sooner or later, the pan-plane consciousness of this magical world will surrender at my feet!"

Kewell state.

Central Front.

Cook Township.

The small town of Cook is located on the only official road leading to North America in Kwell State.

It is also the only channel for trade between the two states.

On both sides is the endless magical forest, which has a strange magnetic field, and there are endless monsters in it.

Even a star-level powerhouse may die if he steps into it.

And the six towns in the eastern part of Kewei state were built on the official road extending from the small town of Cook.

North America, on the other hand, started its invasion on this avenue.

It stands to reason that as long as Kwell State sticks to this official road, it is completely impossible for North America to invade the central city of Kwell State, Kwell City.

But it was too late by the time Earl Haile reacted and quickly deployed heavy troops for defense.

The spellcasters of North America have already infiltrated six small towns along the eastern route unknowingly.

This is why there are only a dozen blood days.

The six small towns in the east that occupy important geographic locations were completely breached.

Fortunately, with Earl Haier's quick return to defense, the defense of Cook Town can be said to be impenetrable.

Even if the entire North American army is pressing in, Cook Town, which has a geographical advantage, is still not afraid at all.

It is already late at night.

All residents in Cook Town have been evacuated.

There are only countless magic pattern knights and spellcasters entrenched in the town.

One door is enough to kill a silver-level, and seriously wound a gold-level magic crystal giant cannon on the high wall.

Outside the city wall is a flat plain.

Except for the magic forest on both sides of the road.

There is no place to hide at all.

It can be said that the geographical location is absolutely advantageous.

So even at this moment is already a time of war.

Cook Town is still nervous, but not panicked.

Rows of magic pattern knights began to patrol in an orderly manner under the leadership of the caster.

In the town of Cook, the originally dense houses have been leveled.

Only simple but luxurious tents were erected one by one.

"Everyone is the mainstay of Kwela State, and now North America has begun a large-scale invasion.

I won't say too much here, you are still viscounts, barons, or even lords.

But if you don’t keep enough, you don’t even know if you can keep your titles, even if you can keep your lives.”

Earl Haile stepped on the soft and warm fur.

Even the entire tent is at a warm and comfortable temperature.

Earl Haier did not feel the slightest warmth, but a steady stream of chills emerged from the bottom of his heart.

All this stems only from the information in hand.

displayed on the information.

North America dispatched a total of 3,000 bronze-level spellcasters.

Five hundred silver-level spellcasters, estimated final speed three gold-level spellcasters!

It can be said that all the strength of the entire North American state is gathered here.

It also means that North America has made up its mind to completely engulf Kewel State through this war!

You must know that even in the past, even if there was a war between Kewel State and the North American State, at most it would be a gold-level strongman.

Now there are three of them when they appear!

What's more, there are a total of 500 silver-level powerhouses.

On the other hand, look at Kwelbang.

The sum of the gold-level powerhouses is only one of them.

Even counting Fisher, the gold-ranked magic-weave knight, there are only two.

Rather, the magic pattern knight is basically crushed in front of spellcasters of the same level.

At most, it is half a golden spellcaster.

The others are silver-level spellcasters.

The total number is less than 200.

There are not only 2,000 bronze-level spellcasters.

This strength is only half of the opponent's strength.

This can be said to be a completely crushing perception.

The only good news is that they are on the defensive side.

And the golden caster will not rush forward, after all, there is the deterrence of the magic crystal cannon.

"We must be with Kwelb State!"

"That's right, the rulers of North America are extremely brutal, once they invade Kwela State.

We will definitely be enslaved, and we will still become the first cannon fodder to attack the city for him."

"Yes, instead of being enslaved by them, I will play a game with them here.

Even if you want to eat Kwelben, you have to break their teeth for a moment"

The people seated below are all the lords in the territory of Keweier State.

The higher the title, the stronger the strength.

"Very good, I am very pleased to see that everyone understands the current situation in Kweil 817!

Just to let the bastards in North America see, even if they want to annex Kwela, whether they can afford this kind of loss!"

Seeing the anger of the heroes below at this moment.

Earl Haier, who was still a little apprehensive, suddenly showed a relieved smile.

The strength of the two sides is very different.

Once the hearts of the people on my side are scattered, then Kwelben must be in danger!

It's just that the excited crowd didn't notice a young Lord in the corner.

At this moment, he looked at everything around him with a pale face.

A look of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

I just thought that I couldn't break through the bronze-level spellcaster for a long time.

Families are marginalized in Kwela.

Even the organizations formed by the apprentices have begun to ignore him.

This made Picasso da Vinci angry.

And looking at the people around who were still discussing fiercely, they ignored themselves intentionally or unintentionally.

The shame of being ignored was suddenly overshadowed by anger.

Soon his figure quietly disappeared from the party.

night.

The cold wind is blowing.

The bloody moonlight sprinkled down.

"Master Picasso!"

In the respectful luggage of a magic-weave knight.

Picasso Da Vinci still maintains a modest smile, just like he smiles the same to everyone on weekdays.

"Khalil, go up and switch defenses"

Then Picasso said lightly to the Bronze Rank Mageweave Knight beside him.

"Yes, my lord!"

"My lord, it's not here yet"