Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom
Chapter 506 The Orc Warlord Kills the Five Immortal Emperors (Subscription)
hum! hum! hum! hum!
Fat flies were flying among the pile of dead people, gathering at the wounds of the corpses, licking the flesh and blood on them.
Scavengers hover in the sky.
Make a weird and ugly cry.
When it is confirmed that there is no danger, they will fall down and use their hard beaks to peck at the carcass.
One of the scavenging birds walked to the side of the body, which was covered with various bone and tooth decorations, and various weird runes were painted on its body.
The corpse had a sleek, drop-shaped head.
The head has been pierced.
A terrifying blood hole remained on the forehead of that head.
The carrion bird took a look at its three pairs of eyes arranged neatly.
An eyeball was pecked through, picked out by the bird's beak, thrown into the air, and swallowed in one gulp.
When it wants to peck the second one.
It instinctively sensed the danger, flapped its wings violently, and flew into the sky.
And at the position where the carrion bird stood just now, a transparent figure emerged.
Its appearance is not much different from the corpse that fell on the ground.
It has three pairs of eyes and a head as smooth as a drop of water.
Those three pairs of eyes all showed a confused look.
Then it slowly becomes clear.
After scanning the surroundings, it quickly found the memory corresponding to the scene in front of it from the dusty past.
"Is this the battle? The extinction war that plunged countless universes into flames."
The last memory in his mind was that giant wolf biting his own throat, beating himself desperately.
The unspeakable pain made it lose the ability to think.
That giant wolf has some sort of weird power.
It has the image of the spirit world just like itself.
The other party's action of biting the throat is a symbolic behavior that destroys its essence.
At that time, it felt like a rabbit with its throat bitten, no matter how hard it kicked its legs, there was no way to break free from the opponent's teeth.
It has been resisting, resisting.
The memory after that became muddled, and I didn't have many impressions anymore.
When it woke up again, it appeared in this place.
If the memory has not been tampered with, this is the opportunity for it to become the twisted god.
Somehow, it returned to the war that changed its fate.
The sound of roar and explosion sounded together.
Subconsciously, he looked in the direction of the sound.
That terrifying scene made him tremble all over.
Just like it was weak at the time.
The sky is burning.
The raging flames rise along the space-time structure.
Everything within sight will be burned to ashes.
Broken stars slowly disintegrated in the sea of fire in the sky.
Fragments turned into streams of flames and traversed across the sky.
The earth cracked in the shaking, and cracks ran across the entire surface.
The hot red light emitted by the lava can be vaguely seen deep in the ground.
The ether poured into the world, and the barrier between illusion and reality was completely broken.
The screams of the dead resounded through the spirit world.
That terrible aether storm is mad enough to swallow everything.
The sound of fighting is still resounding, incredibly powerful beings are fighting for their own ideas and paths, turning worlds into ruins and dust.
Death stirs the etheric ocean.
The blood of the dead, unwillingness, and desperate wailing before dying are all strangely fused in the spirit world and become nutrients, gestating the lifeless and young gods.
This war is like a storm of destruction.
Those powerful creatures were engulfed and torn apart by the destruction storm like ants.
Known as immortal and eternal, they are also difficult to withstand the same kind of damage.
Those who were called gods fell from the void.
The huge corpses turned into forbidden areas on the surface where the ether storm was raging.
Their death even gave birth to new creatures, twisting the laws of a place, turning it into a hot lava field or an extremely cold glacier.
It can be seen how terrifying the power these dead creatures possessed during their lifetime was.
Those beings who surpassed all fought to kill each other, and countless worlds were destroyed in the aftermath of their battles and the melee of their followers.
This world where you can only see corpses at a glance is the victim of those powerful creatures fighting.
That war can no longer be expressed in words.
Countless worlds have been pierced, and the avenues that have been shaped have been broken.
World after world was reduced to ruins.
There are tragedies everywhere, and countless practice worlds are in decline.
Rivers of blood flowed everywhere, and there were countless casualties.
Standing on the desolate, extinct battlefield, looking at the corpses of those who died in battle and the flags that were burned to pieces.
Despair and death swept in like a flood that broke its embankment.
Submerge it to give it a suffocating feel.
It is as weak now as it was then.
Just the embodiment of the faith of a tiny race.
In that war with a wide range of radiation, it can be said that it is not even considered cannon fodder.
The scale of that war was so vast and terrifying.
The god is like a poor bug in it.
If you are not careful, you will be completely crushed.
The body dies, the dao disappears, and the ashes disappear.
No living being can stay out of it.
The tide of the times is destined to engulf all living beings, no matter if they are gods or weak ants.
It doesn't matter how they struggle.
The arrival of the change of the times was so sudden that all creatures were caught off guard.
Everything they were familiar with collapsed at a speed beyond imagination.
Before the advent of technology, all races were learning and trying to use the power of the spirit world, and evolved so-called paths of practice.
Those worlds are not elliptical planets yet, but worlds with round sky and round places.
There are thousands of races, and the heavens are connected.
Practitioners are constantly traveling to other universes.
Practicing souls can be seen everywhere.
Everyone is doing their best to be strong.
Imagine how prosperous it was.
At that time, it was still a small sacrificial spirit, relying on the beliefs of several small races, trying to perfect its own divine way.
At that time, everything was low-grade, only practice was high.
As time goes by, the path of practice becomes more and more perfect.
In the end, there is even a supreme power that connects many universes, communicates with each other, and makes practice more prosperous.
In the world of practice, strength is the most respected.
The strong can live countless years, live the same life as the sky and the earth, and shine with the sun and the moon.
Powerful and terrifying beyond imagination.
Raise your hands and feet, move mountains and fill seas, change the sky and change the day.
And those unimaginable supreme beings standing at the top of the road of practice are in charge of unimaginable transcendent power.
Everyone has come to an end.
Time and space have been unable to trace their existence.
Located at the end of no stretch.
They are the cause of all things, the effect of all things, the beginning of all things, and the end of all things.
One thought creates everything.
Even dreams can evolve and create countless universes and evolve thousands of laws.
With infinite power, it can distort and change all laws.
Beyond the long river of time and space, immortal, omniscient and omnipotent.
Beyond the so-called eternity, Tao, and the world.
Not bound by time, space, universe, etc.
From ancient times to the present, and into the future, it can all be dissipated in a single thought.
With a sweep of eyes, all worlds can be shattered, time and space can be reversed, and everything can be reshaped.
Those creatures are so powerful.
Above and beyond.
In that era, the use of power in the spiritual world had reached its peak.
A strong person who cultivates the path can destroy a world in an instant.
The extraordinary prosperity in the true sense.
All creatures thought that this era would last forever.
Who can shake this incredibly powerful era?
Even those who are omniscient and omnipotent at the top of the pyramid, and all time and space exist eternally and freely, cannot destroy this era.
But the seemingly mighty and glorious world was shattered like a blown bubble.
A change that has never been seen since ancient times appeared, causing a chaos.
No one knows who pioneered the path of technology.
The emergence of technology has broken all previous cognitions.
People no longer focus too much on themselves, but use teamwork to create a new path and continue to push the path of truth that has long since come to an end.
The power to use technology is very weak at the beginning.
Those crude weapons can't even pierce the hide of wild beasts.
But its development speed is too fast, and it can cross a new level in hundreds of thousands of years.
It takes tens of thousands of years for the strong to retreat once.
Technology can develop rapidly in such a short period of time, and it can still be passed on.
Inheritors and users do not need too harsh conditions.
Even ordinary people can easily learn and master it.
The rapid development of science and technology allows ordinary creatures to master transcendent power.
Let power no longer be exclusive to those beings favored by the spirit world.
The development of technology is so fast.
If used properly, thousands or tens of thousands of years can surpass an extraordinary force that has been established for hundreds of millions of years.
In the later stage, the advantages of technology almost crushed the extraordinary.
Relying on the collision of a large number of scientific researchers and various ideological forces, it is easier for science and technology to build a new path at the end of truth than Chaofan.
Moreover, the existence of science and technology allows people to change from passively understanding and adapting to the surrounding environment to actively understanding and changing the surrounding environment.
On the path of extraordinary practice, the older something is, the more powerful it is.
Those creatures wanted to dig graves, looking for objects that could withstand the scouring of time, and enhance their strength.
If you can find a few ancient exercises, you will be able to turn yourself over, become a top powerhouse, marry a peerless beauty, and reach the pinnacle of life.
In the field of technology, the newer something is, the greater its value.
The older something is, the less performance and reliability there will be.
Scientific researchers will continue to research new things.
The iteration of technology will be faster and faster.
Those who use technology grow rapidly and clash with the old ones.
In the Extraordinary Era, social class is very fixed.
The strong have lifespan and strength that the weak cannot match.
Society has maintained a stagnant state for a long time.
After all, there is no way for the weak to unite against a word from the strong.
The rise of technology has given the weak the ability to resist.
One hundred years of practice is not as good as the opponent's musket.
Practicing for thousands of years is not as good as a high-yield nuclear bomb from the opponent.
The industrialization and assembly line enhancement brought about by the more terrifying technology is even more dimensionality reduction blow to extraordinary practitioners.
The change of the old and the new era is often accompanied by blood and war.
An unprecedented war broke out between the extraordinary forces who wanted to maintain the tradition and the radicals who wanted to move towards a new era.
This war is not simply a struggle between technology and the otherworldly.
It is a struggle between two ideas, a change between the new era and the old era.
What radicals advocate is to let creatures actively observe the universe, analyze the various rules and principles in it, and then use these rules and principles to create their own tools.
What conservatives advocate is not to change too much, but to follow the trend, live in harmony with the universe, tap the power of their own hearts, and leverage the power of the spirit world.
In addition, there are melees between different races, and the competition for the interests of the strong.
Even those all-knowing and omnipotent beings who transcended time and space suppressed the plans of their competitors in order to go further, and finally caused the great war that shattered everything.
It walks on the battlefield filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder.
The remaining extraordinary power turned into arcs of light and scattered in the air.
Occasionally there will be a terrible murderous intention contained in it.
There are too many dead.
There are too many to count.
At a glance, they are all corpses, and even the spirit world is filled with the unwilling roar of the dead.
"Have I been killed? Is this what eternal nothingness looks like?"
It calmly talks to itself.
Not sure why I'm coming back to this place.
Does this battlefield have any special meaning?
Or is it simply rebirth?
It sorted out its own memory, trying its best to remember the memory of being bitten by the throat by that giant wolf.
No matter how hard he tried, he could only vaguely remember the heart-piercing screams and actions of those followers trying to rescue it.
Without themselves, they would become slaves to the minions of other gods.
The spiritual world without order has never had any benevolence and righteousness to speak of.
It is so cruel.
All that has nothing to do with it.
Whether it is dead or not, it can't change this matter.
The giant wolf defeated it and took its power.
Even if it could return to that domain, it would soon lose its dominion and eventually become a puppet of other gods.
It walked forward, wanting to further explore the surrounding environment and figure out its own situation.
The mountains and rivers were torn apart, and the rivers were filled with bright red blood, and the broken corpses sank and floated in them, flowing along the bloody water.
The corpses of the gods were terrifying, lying there like mountains.
Some corpses even towered into the clouds, covered by clouds of black smoke and blood.
In the distance of the battlefield, billowing black smoke from burning corpses spewed into the sky.
The smell of blood enters from the mouth, and the bitterness spreads in the taste buds.
"Everything is destroyed, the end of the extraordinary era, looking back now, it really looks like a hell."
It keeps going.
Everywhere I looked was destruction and corpses.
This is true no matter where it goes.
No living people, just corpses, flies, and those scavengers.
In the end, it couldn't bear it anymore, and it started to run wildly.
Running on the ruins of the battlefield that destroyed everything and made all living beings palpitate.
However, the battlefield is infinite.
It feels like it has been running for a century, and what it sees is still the battlefield.
Nothing has changed.
Death, black smoke, flies, scavengers.
Even if it goes deep into the restricted area where the corpses of the gods are turned into, that's all.
"No!!"
I don't know how long it has passed.
It finally fell to its knees, howling in despair.
Why trap it here? ? ?
It collapses as if a certain condition is met.
The messy battlefield, full of beacon smoke, shattered like glass.
Everything on the battlefield disappeared.
In its place is a whole new world.
It was pulled to another memory node again.
After that war of destruction, it wandered for a long time.
Having lost its support, its consciousness became blurred, tormented by the primitive instinct of hunger and thirst.
Thirsting for flesh and soul.
Just like that, I don't know how long it has passed.
I don't know when it started, it joined the camp of the lord of reincarnation.
Joined in the work of creating the reincarnation game.
Along with it there are many surviving kin.
After the storms of that catastrophic war died down, the survivors rebuilt those worlds from their desolate ruins.
Looking for those lost things in the cycle of the universe again and again.
They established a new order, completely different from the previous order of practice.
The reincarnation game started running smoothly.
It has been implanted into the reincarnation of the universe. As long as the lord of reincarnation is not dead, even if the universe is destroyed and restarted, the reincarnation game will appear again.
The wisdom of the Master of Reincarnation is unimaginable, and the reincarnation game he created allowed him to regain his power.
By torturing and ravaging those players, it can harvest high-quality souls and emotions.
These are his sources of strength.
Of course, there are also some of the same kind who call it soul power, the source of God.
The essence is the same.
It learns a god, creates a twisted city, and builds a copy of the ghost story.
This kind of dungeon has low cost and high income. The only disadvantage is that you can't do whatever you want, and you must abide by the rules.
The rules of the reincarnation game are unshakable.
This is to maintain the fundamentals of the game's existence.
If you change the rules at will, it will lead to the crash of the game.
[The scene has been reset, adding variables, stimulating the subject to produce greater emotional fluctuations, and facilitating the implantation of memory reading devices. 】
A cold mechanical sound came from a skull-shaped machine, echoing in the huge laboratory.
The read memory information is also displayed on several light curtains.
The memory of the Twisted God is being read by the Mechanicus at a glance.
The other party's birth and growth experience can be seen at a glance.
It is played like a movie and then archived.
Who would have thought that the creator of Twisted City, which has made countless players almost pee their pants in fright, also had such a period of hard work and growth.
As the manager of the intelligence team, Qiu Chen was fortunate enough to stand beside these imperial researchers and watch how they studied and even dissected a god.
Imprisoned in a prison, the Twisted God was transferred to a new facility.
The entire device is made of active glass, which can absorb and suppress the power of the ether, preventing the experimental body from rioting.
The body of the twisted god is placed in a liquid filled with nano-molecular robots.
The liquid was very thick, and the shrunken God of Distortion could only see an outline.
A large number of devices are connected to its body.
Several mechanical priests in red robes were busy around the machine.
Servo-skulls attached to their metal spines were making prayer sounds.
The suspended light screen moves as they walk.
The mechanical sage Chuvo stood on a console with a large number of screens suspended, issuing orders to the mechanical priests through binary language commands.
"The progress meets the requirements, praise the Holy Emperor and all the data sages. Focus on extracting the memory data that they created the reincarnation game, and at the same time analyze its growth process, and analyze how the ability to distort the rules was obtained."
Several mechanical priests moved quickly.
Meticulously executing the orders of the mechanical sage.
They cross-checked the data and ran a complex series of detection protocols on the control panel.
The hum of machinery rises and falls as they operate.
The face of the Twisted God sometimes showed excitement and sometimes pain.
Those devices are creating an illusion for it to open its spiritual defenses.
Every collapse means that the empire has opened up one of its spiritual defenses.
Not surprisingly, soon, it will sink and become the shape of an empire.
Let the mechanical tentacles ravage wantonly.
Seeing a god being toyed with by applause like this, Qiu Chen couldn't help but be speechless.
It seems that in the near future, I am afraid that the entire reincarnation game will become the possession of the empire.
"We need more samples."
When Qiuchen was obsessed with observation, a mechanical sound woke him up.
Turning his head, he saw the mechanical sage Chuvo.
The half-flesh, half-mechanical face was less than twenty centimeters away from him.
He could even see the gears and electronic components in the opponent's electronic prosthetic eyes.
The opponent's metal spine was bent.
In order to ensure that his head and Qiu Chen's head are on the same level.
His neck is long, composed of panels of articulated plasteel.
Nerve bundles are hidden underneath.
The other party was wearing a red robe and looked very bloated.
A large number of modified prosthetics are hidden in the robes.
Several pairs of appendages extend from the robe.
There are also several active neural tubes connected to the servo skull.
"Master Sage." Qiu Chen said in a respectful tone: "The intelligence team has collected as much as possible, please give us some time."
"The enemy will not give us time." A voice came from a servo skull, "Your efficiency is too slow, you need to be faster."
"I see." Qiu Chen nodded, "I'll let them speed up."
With Qiuchen's guarantee, the mechanical sage-Chuwo turned the huge body.
There was the sound of metal feet touching the carbon steel ground.
Qiu Chen thought uncontrollably in his heart that if he was stepped on by the opponent's foot, his bones would probably be broken.
After observing again, Qiu Chen turned and left.
He still has to supervise the work.
Sure enough, Lite was right at the beginning, with a quick mind, he immediately found the big BOOS behind the Twisted City.
Those who are capable must work harder.
What a rest! !
You must devote yourself to the great cause of the Holy Emperor, and die only after death.
Only those who are useless to the Holy Emperor will rest.
Thinking of this, Qiuchen waved his hand and pulled out his own management interface.
Leeteuk's leave application was directly rejected.
Fuck me hard.
Nagase Takuo, who returned to the real world, was still in shock.
The reincarnation space has been blown up by those guys.
When they left, even the private area was shattered, and countless cracks appeared in time and space.
Now, it is estimated that the entire space has fallen.
When he came back, he happened to be in his rental house.
Obviously, the players that the reincarnation game grabs from there will be sent back there.
He checked the time and found that more than nine hours had passed.
Obviously, the dungeon time of the reincarnation game is not consistent with the time in the real world.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The phone rang, and several news messages were pushed to the window.
[A certain big country has repeatedly performed military exercises in our country's waters, bullying me that it is big and there is no one? ? 】
[I hope that the people will be rational and patriotic, and not be provoked by individual cases]
[Bai Minggui protests broke out again in North Africa recently because a white man was shot dead by a black policeman. 】
Nagase Zhuo shut down all these news.
At this time, another piece of news popped up again.
[Special news, the management regulations of Yamato Evolvers have been voted by the parliament and will be officially implemented on June 1st. 】
Nagase Takuo just wanted to click in.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a knock on the door.
When I opened the door, I saw a man in a samurai uniform followed by several policemen.
"Who are you?" Nagase Takuo showed a guarded look.
"Hello, player Nagase Takumi." The man in the samurai uniform explained Nagase Takumi's player status.
You must know that he has just returned from participating in the novice level, and he has never talked about this with anyone! !
Even fitness men don't know their real identities.
The other party knew his identity so quickly, the power behind this is really a bit scary.
"We are members of Yamato's special department, and we are here to invite Mr. Nagase Takumi to join us."
"I don't want to be involved in these things." Takuo Nagase shook his head.
The samsara space has been blown dry.
The zealots will kill here at some point! !
Still thinking about forming a clique? ?
"It is the duty of every Yamato person to serve the country." The samurai said each word: "We should strive for self-improvement. Why are we so selfish? There is an old saying in the East, if the country lives and dies for the benefit of the country, it is not for the sake of disaster." "Fortune avoids the trend"
Nagase Takuo glanced up and down at the other party.
Those who can practice swordsmanship in this era are either rich or noble.
Don't think that practicing fencing is free of cost.
Just being a coach and sparring is a lot of money.
He can also roam the streets with a sword.
Without any capital and background, don't even think about it.
After all, it would be nice for a hard-working social animal to have a full stomach, and you must not spend money to do this.
At first glance, this guy should be from a good background, no wonder he speaks so righteously.
"Sorry, I still don't want to." Nagase Takuo directly refused.
"It's really sad. As a Yamato person, don't you have any samurai spirit? So cowardly and selfish??"
"Then what do you think of me as a Bodhisattva?" Nagase Zhuo said in disgust: "I almost died in the dungeon, and now you come up and want me to work for you, what kind of shit is there for you?" Suppressing people? Look at you, for Yamato or for you, I’m afraid there will be a question mark!! You recruit those well-dressed people, if they all die in battle, I will naturally protect Yamato.”
Hearing these words, the samurai showed a trace of displeasure.
Defending the country is an obligation. How can you choose not to fulfill your obligation because of the discrimination and injustice you have suffered?
Such a person is too unbearable.
Even if you enter the game, become a player, and have power, you will only be a selfish spectator.
Due to the identity of the opponent's player, the samurai did not violently attack.
The world has just entered the game, and everyone is new to it.
Move your hands, maybe the gutter will capsize.
So he was aggrieved and took the police away.
Nagase Takuo also ignored him.
He didn't enjoy the benefits, so why should he come forward.
Let him fight life and death, and let those superior people enjoy it.
Go eat shit! !
Thinking of this, Nagase Takuo suddenly thought about the fanatics.
"I almost forgot about it. The reincarnation space is destroyed. Those fanatics will definitely come to this world soon. We need to discuss the solution with other teammates as soon as possible."
An antique mansion covers a vast area.
There are gardens and lakes among them, and it looks like a big family at first glance.
And in a remote corner.
A young man from the snake tribe woke up suddenly, and the scene in front of him made him look surprised.
But after a while, he realized something, and suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, I didn't die, hahaha, I didn't die. Just wait, I will definitely kill back."
The snake clan boy raised his head to the sky and howled, a terrifying aura emanating from his body.
Those erect pupils revealed images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and broken stars.
He is one of the top ten immortal emperors in the immortal world, named Emperor Wuxie.
By chance, I got the divine artifact left by the ancient sages - the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron.
It is said that this tripod has supreme power, which can enable practitioners to comprehend the Great Dao, and it is also a thing of supreme luck, making them invincible innately.
I thought that if I got this tripod, I would be proud of all the heroes, unify the immortal world, make further progress, and achieve the supreme Dao fruit.
As a result, before he finished worshiping, the Nine Great Immortal Emperors brought their disciples to find him and asked him to hand over the Primordial God Cauldron.
Wu Xie is naturally unwilling.
The Nine Great Immortal Emperors shamelessly joined forces to besiege him.
He fought bloody battles, beheaded powerful enemies, and finally killed four immortal emperors and injured five. He himself was exhausted because of the blood demon magic, and finally chose to detonate the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron.
I thought I was dead.
Unexpectedly, I woke up here.
God never stops him.
The memory of the original owner of the body also leaked out at this time.
Compared with him who is the emperor of Wuxie, a young man of the snake-human race who has only lived for more than ten years, his memory is really lacking.
Zhenwu Realm, Shanlong family, visiting son-in-law, prodigal son.
The memory in his mind told him that he was no longer in Immortal Realm.
Instead, he was reborn into the body of a snake youth from the Zhenwu Continent.
This guy is really a bad luck.
He was born in a big family, and there are countless strong people in the snake clan.
As a result, an accident happened at the age of five, and his father, who was the son-in-law, was framed and expelled from the family.
His mother died of illness not long after, and he was framed as a prodigal son, and his remaining family property was divided up by several uncles.
His status in the clan plummeted.
Forced to live in this remote courtyard with no aura.
Seeing these memories, Wu Xie shook her head.
"Since I took your body, I naturally want to help you get justice. Those who have bullied you will pay the price."
As soon as this word came out.
A sense of comfort came.
The last resentment of the original owner disappeared.
Even if her cultivation is lost, Wu Xie, as an immortal emperor, will definitely not fool such a poor creature.
Checked the body.
"It's too bad." Wu Xie said in a low voice.
The tendons and veins are as thin as hair, and there are many impurities.
Waste of waste.
Garbage of garbage.
However, as a generation of Immortal Emperor-level existence, even if I have a poor starting point, it is just a little more effort.
When I return to the top in the future, those who plotted against me will pay the price.
Slightly closing his eyes, a pitch-black cauldron was spinning in his consciousness.
The Primordial Divine Cauldron, which was supposed to be detonated, is still intact in his sea of consciousness.
Seeing the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron, Wu Xie was determined.
This is the supreme artifact left by the ancient sages.
Has incredible power.
"In just three days, I will start my practice again."
Immortal world.
The five wounded fairy emperors of the snake clan looked at the overwhelming green tide with despair on their faces.
A crack was torn open in the formation guarding the Immortal Immortal Realm.
Countless extraterrestrial demons are entering the Immortal Immortal Realm.
It's all because of that innocent devil, he's just a bastard with no conscience.
The Immortal Immortal Realm has always been peaceful.
With the Hongmeng Divine Cauldron left by the ancient sages sitting in command, it can cover the aura of this world, so that it will not be noticed by other great worlds.
As a result, the innocent demon directly stole the Primordial Divine Cauldron, intending to refine it and make it his natal magic weapon.
I wanted to persuade him with good words, but the bastard still attacked and used the evil art of the Blood Demon Dafa to kill countless strong people and four immortal emperors.
The strength of the Immortal Immortal Realm has been greatly damaged.
Now facing these extraterrestrial demons, it can be said that there is no hope.
Really God wants to destroy them.
"WAAAAAGH!!"
Scarface Liaoping growled.
The barrier that had been holding them back was broken.
With a sea of rage the Empire overturned the world's protective barriers, reducing it to ashes.
The door is wide open, and the time to kill has come.
The rest is easy.
These skulls and blood will be dedicated to the Supreme Holy Emperor as well as the Orc Emperor.
Scarface, the incarnation of war, the disseminator of the will of death, has been waiting for a long time.
When the barrier was broken, countless orc boys cheered.
It swept in through the gap like a flood that was blown off a river embankment.
They revel in the kill that comes.
Excited screams resounded throughout the world.
They don't know that this world is called Immortal Immortal Realm, and they don't care what it's called.
A huge barrier once blocked them.
Now that barrier is gone.
They can go on WAAAAAAAAAGH again.
to kill more enemies.
In the name of Brother Mao, in the name of the Holy Emperor.
Scarface tried his best not to be overwhelmed by the joy of war.
Trying to control the advancing defense line of the orc kid.
Prevent them from being killed by the opponent as soon as they enter, and make this operation fail.
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