The God Killer in the Comic World

Chapter 145:

The turmoil at the dawn of Little Garden. With the establishment of various systems, things are gradually getting back on track.

The third observation is that the changes in the universe are measured in thousands of years.

But it's not that time yet.

While the Twelve Heavenly Protectors and the Heavenly Army were on the path of resolutely fighting against the Demon King, they fell into a bitter battle with the first Demon King they encountered after their formal establishment.

Locked world - dystopia.

After several years of development, the army of dystopia has become stronger and stronger, and the power of the lower areas to resist the demon king's army has become weaker and weaker.

Some of the gods were about to be destroyed and had to withdraw from the war. Another part of the gods were gradually corrupted by the power of the dystopian devil during the long war and turned to the closed world.

After fully verifying that you can't beat it, add this old saying.

The remaining gods gradually retreated as their resistance weakened.

In order to preserve their power, the Greek gods withdrew their troops on a large scale. Although this group of stallion gods had a terrible lifestyle and were the first to stand up against accusations when dystopia appeared, due to the silence of the Buddhist and biblical gods , still chose to defend and withdraw.

No one wants to fight against a closed world.

As natural gods and Buddhas, they can at most destroy the demon king's army, but they cannot cause any fatal damage to dystopia.

This is a drawback.

On the other hand, Emperor Shitian, the commander-in-chief of the Twelve Heavenly Guardians, has also been running around, lobbying the major gods to put pressure on the closed world.

It's just that the power gained is very little.

However, it is worth noting that the human history connecting Hakoba Garden has changed.

I don’t know when it started, but a plague slowly spread in Wuzhou.

It was the Black Death.

This great plague spread across the entire Wuzhou continent. According to historical records, it directly caused tens of millions of deaths and reduced the population of the entire Wuzhou continent by one-third.

According to the normal course of human history, the liberation of serfs in human history did not begin until the nineteenth century.

This phenomenon hinders the development of Enlightenment thought, liberalism and other ideas, and is the reason for the growth of dystopian ideas.

However, the spread of the Black Death accelerated this process, and the movement that could only develop in the 19th century was directly advanced by hundreds of years.

In all parallel worlds, the number of people who died due to the Black Death once exceeded 80 million.

This amount is a huge sacrifice for any world.

However, due to the collapse of social order, the social status of serfs rose in advance, and the plague that could lead to the destruction of mankind ultimately changed the future of mankind.

The existence of Hakoba Garden depends on the history of mankind.

Therefore, the huge changes in human history also caused reactions within the Little Garden.

Among them, the dystopian demon king had his soul reduced due to the rise of serf status and the liberation of human thoughts.

From a suspected two-digit spirit, it fell to a three-digit number.

As a result, the formless dystopian devil turned into a white masked devil with a physical body.

With the spread of the Black Death and the ideological liberation movement, the power of the dystopian demon king has begun to decline, but even so, the results of the army of the Hakoba Lower League are still not optimistic.

But those lower-class soldiers who fought for the freedom of future generations and the possibility of humankind never stopped resisting.

The dystopian gods and lower-class Alliance soldiers have their most violent collision yet.

The war has reached a fever pitch.

Except for the very rear, many lower-class cities are filled with smoke and war.

Some people foresee it.

The final battle is coming.

It was night time.

The Alliance troops moved silently at the five-digit outer gate.

This spacious road crosses the periphery of several mountain ranges, and then goes south. Even from a distance, you can see the light of fire rising into the sky, and the forest-covered mountains are dotted with red clouds.

The army assembled by Canary and Croa Baron had already approached the outskirts of the main battlefield plain, but it was still very early before sunrise.

The canary is sitting on an ox cart, and the chariot is pulled by a strong and powerful monster.

The once skinny girl with blond hair has grown into a slim and beautiful girl after several years of changes.

Contrary to her usual confident smile, the girl's face was serious.

There were whispers from the convoy in front. It was the scouts sent out to investigate the situation who had returned.

An owl landed in front of the girl

"Lord Canary, the resistance on the front line is very fierce. It has been plunged into flames and the plains are full of enemies. It seems that the dystopian devil knows that we are coming."

"Most of the gods who support dystopia are staying over there, apparently waiting for us to get there."

"It seemed that a surprise attack was impossible. Canary shook her head:"But we must fight this war.""It is commendable that a young girl can gather the lower-level army in a short period of time to resist the engulfment of the dystopian demon king. It is a pity that the Knights of Hakodeni have fallen, otherwise they can still win an elite force.

Saying this, Jinsi Through her grace, the bird spread her voice to the Alliance Community and everyone else.

Even the heavily armored monsters and phantom beasts could hear her words.

"Noble gods, heroic humans! The critical moment has arrived! There are enemies and fire in front of us, and our homeland is behind us. Although we are fighting in a foreign land, the glory we have won will always belong to us."

"We made a promise to our friends and relatives in our homeland, and now it's time for us to fulfill our promise! We will make the locked world pay and free our compatriots in the West!"

The troops struck their shields with their weapons, making an astonishing sound. Their spirits shone brightly, illuminating the dark night sky as bright as day.

"Let the flag fly in the center of the army! Scatter any assembled enemies. The enemy is the Demon King, so there is no way to plan other strategies. Charge forward! Don't be afraid of the dark!"

The army is moving very fast.

The distance between several mountains can be reached almost in the blink of an eye.

There are four-digit and five-digit god Shura in the alliance, but more of them are six- and seven-digit ordinary ones. People.

After seeing the Demon King’s military gathered on the plain, the vanguard troops galloped on their horses.

"Sit tight! Don't be trampled to death by the cavalry behind you!"

The commander shouted.

In the distance, people could vaguely see vague clouds rolling.

The moment of dawn was coming soon.

When the gods who supported dystopia noticed this, the dragon's roar came from the Alliance camp. Roaring.

Mixed with the roars of countless magical beasts and phantom beasts at the same time, it is also the loudest sound that humans have ever made in this life.

Rise up, rise up!

Wave your spears and face the enemy with giant shields.

Before the sun rises, we will fight bloody! The military horns sounded in response at the same time, intertwining into a heroic prelude.

The deafening sound swept across the plains and hills like thunder.