Rage of Rebirth

"Blood Blade Cut"

The two blood-red air blades shattered the holy light of Zhuojiu's body protection and punched his body into pieces. But just as his body was broken, the holy light surged in his body and repaired his body as before.

, this is the Holy Light version of immortality.

Under the protection of the ancient Holy Spirit, when Zhuojiu reached the monarch level, his strength was far beyond that of ordinary monarchs. However, he faced the monarchs of the divine race. Even Malthus had to take action himself to protect him.

Dirty wine.

"How long will it take?" Zhuojiu asked loudly. He saw countless large turtles less than 10 meters away from the shore. A large number of powerful demon-blooded orcs were already ready to fight.

preparation.

If they are allowed to rush to the shore so easily, they will not be able to stop their attack. On average, they are all king-level warriors, and most of the beast-blood warriors and Holy Light Knights in the Iron-Blooded Brotherhood are still

Demon level, without the control of the wood mage, there is no way to win this war.

"Three minutes, it still takes three minutes." He became upset and was leading the wood mages to cast spells. He was extremely anxious, but the wood mages were not prepared and the skills they released had no control effect at all.

There was a solemn look in Zhuojiu's eyes. He did not look back, but shouted loudly: "Brothers, are you ready?"

"It has been prepared for a long time." The eight thousand soldiers led by the heroic Beast Blood Warrior Legion and the Holy Light Knights shouted loudly. They knew that it was time for them to die, but there was no trace of emotion on their faces.

Not afraid, but full of perseverance and bravery.

"Whenever human beings are in danger, it is time for us to stand up. Brothers, if I am with you for a second, you will not die. Listen to my order and all charge to save the wood mage and the following legions."

When the time comes, fight for these three minutes." The holy light surged crazily all over Zhuojiu's body, and he said loudly to everyone.

The heroic Wanzong looked back at the eight thousand brothers behind him, and roared loudly: "Follow me to attack, kill~!!!"

"Kill~!" The eight thousand people seemed to be going crazy. They raised their crude weapons of level three with ferocious expressions and launched an attack on the demon-blooded orcs who had jumped off the back of the giant turtle at the beach.

The strong men of the Demon-Blooded Orcs were surprised. Looking at this group of lowly third-level races, they didn't understand why they dared to attack them with such little strength.

"You dare to attack us?" A monarch-level demon-blooded orc strongman standing in front of Zhuojiu had a face full of contempt. He continued to attack Zhuojiu while laughing and said: "Destroy them,

Kill all humans."

"One legion is enough!" A monarch-level strongman in the rear did not let all 50,000 people attack, but ordered the first batch of 5,000 warriors to jump off the back of the giant turtle and head towards the heroic and passionate waiters.

People charge.

"Ho~! Ha~!"

The powerful demon-blooded beasts and humans who were at the peak of the five thousand lord level and the early stage of the king level rushed up to meet Haoqing Wanzong and others. As soon as the two sides came into contact, a judgment was made.

A man as heroic as Wan Zong, who was at the peak of the lord level, could not sustain even one round when facing a strong man from the Demon-Blooded Orc race who was also at the peak of the lord level. His weapon was knocked away at the moment when the weapons of both sides interacted.

"I will fight with you." Haoqing Wanzong anticipated this scene, pulled out the dagger from his waist, suddenly got close, and stabbed the demon-blooded orc's skin with the knife.

"puff"

The dagger only penetrated less than 1 centimeter and was blocked out of the muscle. The body of the Demon Blood Orc was not afraid of this level of attack at all.

"Poor waste." With a ferocious smile on his face, the warrior of the Demon-Blooded Orc tribe swung a knife with his backhand, and his arrogant arm was chopped off on the ground.

"Ah~!"

Hao Qing Wanzong screamed in pain, but without any hesitation, he picked up his arm and connected it to the broken part. At the same time, the holy light fell from the sky and perfectly connected Hao Qing Wanzong's body.

This is done by Zhuojiu, but it is not targeted at one person, but all members of our own team. When Zhuojiu releases the holy light with all its strength, every 5 seconds, a ray of holy light will fall on Haoqing Wanzong.

Control them and ensure their safety.

The two monarch-level warriors from the Demon-Blooded Beast Tribe originally wanted to watch their subordinates brutally kill humans. The battle just now was indeed like this. The scenes of passionate people being brutally killed could be seen every second, but when the holy light fell,

At that time, all human beings were intact, which made them feel a little unhappy.

Carlos, the third elder of the Demon-Blooded Orc Presbyterian Council, stared at Zhuojiu and said: "I admire your behavior very much, but you still use the Holy Light like this while fighting the two of us. How long can you sustain it? I'm afraid you won't be able to use it.

He will die from exhaustion in half a day."

Zhuojiu looked at Carlos with a sneer and said: "For the sake of the race, our ancestors have fought for the sake of the race, but they have never thought of cherishing their own lives. You think human beings are ants. Today I will show you how powerful human beings are. Even if they are

If you want to kill us all, we will drag you to death together."

"Then give it a try." Carlos was enraged and slashed at the wine.

Zhuojiu didn't have a good weapon in his hand, so he could only rely on the long sword condensed by the holy light to fight against Carlos and another monarch-level sword. Every time they fought, the holy light sword would be broken into pieces, which also made Zhuojiu very passive.

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The war on the side of Haoqing Wanzong is even more brutal. Their bodies are being chopped into pieces every second, and after five seconds, they will be restored by the Holy Light.

The feeling of being in severe pain all the time but not being able to die was even more uncomfortable than killing them with one knife. But the only advantage was that the 45,000 Demon-Blooded Orc warriors in the distance did not launch an attack, but quickly formed a team.

And watching this one-sided massacre in front of them, they were even betting on how long it would take for a certain orc to kill a human completely, or how long a human would be able to withstand such torture.

"Maximum 1 minute."

"I bet you 3 minutes, even the strongest person in our clan can't exceed this time."

"I would rather die than be tortured like this. It's so sad."

"These humble wretches were tortured so miserably."

…

Amid the laughter of many powerful people from the Demon-Blooded Beast Tribe, time passed by minute by minute.

One minute

two minutes

three minutes

…

When the time finally reached five minutes, his eyes became upset and tears of blood flowed out, and he roared loudly: "Brothers, prepare to retreat."

"It's too late, let's release the spell first." Huoqing Wanzong roared.

Zhuojiu roared: "Release the spell immediately."

"Yes." He became upset and wished that he was the one participating in the battle at the front. He cried and shouted: "Brothers, I'm sorry for you, Ten Thousand Tree Barrier, kill~!"

"Kill~!"

Two thousand king-level wood magicians recited spells at the same time. In an instant, within a radius of several kilometers, including the beach, the sea, and the grass on the shore, countless towering trees grew crazily.

Big tree.

As these trees grew, they stretched out countless vines, wood thorns and highly poisonous flowers, attacking Zhuojiu, Haoqing Wanzong and others indiscriminately, as well as a larger number of demon-blooded orcs.

The strong one.

"You want to restrict us with just these flowers and plants?" Carlos pierced the body of Zhuojiu with a sword, and when he pulled it out, he cut off the vines and wooden thorns growing under his feet.

Zhuojiu escaped and recovered quickly. He looked at Carlos and sneered, "You'll have to try to find out."

"Guji~!"

There was a sound of something breaking. When Carlos heard the sound, his eyes showed disbelief. He quickly looked back and saw a huge purple-red flower split open and the white liquid inside flowed out.

Carlos was careless and his body was splashed by the liquid. His body-protecting vindictiveness spewed out crazily in an attempt to block the liquid, but the white liquid seemed to be like strong acid meeting plastic. Carlos's monarch-level body-protecting vindictiveness actually blocked these liquids.

The fighting spirit didn't have much effect, so he was so frightened that he jumped and fled from the flower area.

"Spirit-Eating Poison Flower"

Carlos's shocked eyes looked past Zhuojiu and towards Zhanxin and others who had all turned into ancient trees in the distance. He finally understood what Zhuojiu and the others had just done, and said in disbelief: "Five

A level wood mage can also release soul-devouring poisonous flowers. This is the unique ability of the three-eyed magic flower. How can you have it?"

Zhuojiu's eyes were already blood red. The venom released by this soul-eating poisonous flower was too terrifying. Eight thousand brothers including Haoqing Wanzong who were on the main battlefield could not escape from the shackles of the vines.

The young man was drowned in the poison, his body was melted until his bones were gone, and his holy light was no longer alive.

This order was given by him, which means that the lives of the brothers were ruined by him. Zhuojiu has fallen into deep self-blame. The only thing he can do now is to desperately release the Holy Light and save as many people as possible.

The brothers on the battlefield are looking forward to them cutting down the guarding vines as soon as possible and withdrawing from the battlefield.

The strong men of the Demon-Blooded Orcs are not so lucky. Without the protection of the Holy Light, those who are sprayed by the liquid of the Soul-Eating Poison Flower will be corroded quickly. Those who are not sprayed, even if they avoid the poison

, was also tightly entangled by the vines.

Although the spells released by these fifth-level wood mages who have absorbed the three-eyed magic flower, two thousand people together, are not as good as the nine complete three-eyed magic flowers, they can be used against those who are also king-level and lower lord-level.

There is still no problem with the Demon-Blooded Orc warriors.

Especially Kazan, who is attacking the white lion, and Droman, the leader of the demon-blooded orc tribe who is trapped in the vine network of the Debutan Corpse Transformation, are completely restricted by the vines. They can temporarily avoid the venom, but they cannot completely avoid it.

to break free from the control of the vines.

"Brothers, we're here~!" Pluto, the prisoner in the distance, roared, and came over at full speed with tens of thousands of archer troops and mages riding fire lions.

They were scattered in the mountains and forests stretching for hundreds of kilometers on both sides of the Shekou defensive position. The enemy suddenly changed their route, making their defensive position useless, and the temporary gathering could not be done so quickly, so it took so long to arrive.