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"Divine art, quickly use divine art!" Keleus, the sword saint appointed by the Kingdom of Radiance, finally noticed the abnormality, and shouted loudly.

But the next moment, when his eyes fell on the divine magic mage group of the Arbitration Temple, he suddenly saw a scene that terrified him.

At this moment, all the divine magicians had dull eyes and constricted pupils, soaked in the fear that had turned into an ocean, as if they were experiencing something extremely terrifying.

And some slashed and killed their companions frantically, even though they had turned them into a corpse that had already died, they still refused to stop.

"Do you really think that we can be evenly matched among a group of rabble?" At this moment, the tall and thin figure next to the shadow dragon finally said, "A group of idiots, let you feel that we are evenly matched." The purpose of this is just to make you relax your vigilance, so that we can catch all these magical mages!"

It was like an invisible nuclear bomb that swept across the entire battlefield in an instant. The shadows in the sky slowly covered the sky above the city. The originally clear sky was only cold and dark.

At the summit of the nations, St. Duran's face turned livid when he saw this scene!

At the same time, all the saint-level masters felt that their opponents' offensive became fierce almost instantly.

Although the holy rank will not be affected like ordinary fighters and magicians, but now at a glance, the situation on the entire battlefield is basically defeated. The soldiers of these shadow legions entered it like no one Except for a small number of people who are still struggling, if there is no one to stop the elite of nearly 100,000 people, I am afraid that they will all be buried on this terrifying battlefield!

And by then, it will almost be their turn.

Fear and humiliation, without a moment, hang over their hearts like this, not because of fear, but because they cannot accept failure like this.

Suddenly, a black light flashed across the sky.

The hot blood sprayed instantly dyed the entire sky red.

I saw that holy warrior in golden armor was the most powerful man of the Lianshan Principality and the monarch of the country, and a shocking wound was severely torn on his waist.

"Look!?" In front of him was a terrifying humanoid monster, holding a huge and exaggerated scythe in his hand, blood slowly flowing down the blade of the scythe.

He raised the sickle and gently licked the blood on the blade, like tasting a glass of fine wine.

In the sky, a huge and terrifying energy gathered in the sky, and then, it turned into a solid figure, which was Saint Duran.

This is a magic projection, and it is a physical projection, which has at least 30% of his power.

He waved his hand and sprinkled a strange radiance. Under the radiance of that ray, the heavy fear finally had such a scene of dissipating, but when the ray faded, it seemed to be gradually gathering again invisibly. !

Those soldiers who were crazy because of fear finally regained a little clarity.

Countless soldiers fled desperately under the pursuit of the Shadow Legion, but in the end, only less than half of them remained.

Countless human elites, who were originally invincible, retreated towards the rear as if fleeing for their lives, as if terrified.

Immediately afterwards, a group of holy ranks also fought and retreated.

Under the frenzied counterattack, several people immediately failed on the spot!

"Retreat!" Saint Duran's projection said in a deep voice.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately!" Sword Saint Kleus shouted.

Under the premeditated plan of the Shadow Legion, it seemed that the army was defeated, but at this time, the figure on the back of the Shadow Demon Dragon, who lived above Changtian, finally made a move.

The giant blade burning with the raging sun swung, as if cutting a huge hole in the sky.

Several holy ranks were the first to bear the brunt, and just about to raise their strength to resist, they were thrown away by a terrifying force.

Several holy ranks with lower cultivation bases instantly "wow" and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The increasingly gloomy sky began to rain.

The rain washes away the blood and gathers into bright red streams, flowing through the streets and alleys.

Countless corpses fell in the ruins, they were the elite who once shouted the declaration of victory and greeted the war with full confidence.

"They... just fell down like this!?"

"That's it... did you lose?"

Looking at this scene, the originally lonely and arrogant faces were silent and dazed.

They are the most powerful and the top powerhouses in the entire world.

They even thought of dying in battle with honor, but never imagined that the ending would be such a useless scene.

"Retreat...Retreat!? Retreat!"

For them, the war seemed to be over before it really started.

"Escape?" The hoof-footed lower body, but a human being in the upper half of his life, was slowly falling from the sky in front of them under the cover of a terrifying thunder and hurricane.

It said in a low and weird tone: "If we don't intend to destroy all of you here, so as not to find them one by one in the future, we don't need to spend so much thought!"

Every time it utters a word, it seems to shake the surrounding space. The majestic and irrepressible energy around it turns into a hurricane around it, and even tears the space apart.

It swung its palm, and a thick electric arc instantly hit Saint Duran's spell projection. Almost in the blink of an eye, the spell projection exploded into a piece of energy shards.

In the meeting hall of the summit of the nations, all the projections showed the evil face of the hoofed man with the goatee stubble. This group of dwarves, elves, and even the supreme powerhouses among humans were all watching this scene.

It looked up at the sky, and the sky seemed to have been plunged into a terrible darkness, as if there was some huge existence above the sky, blocking all the sunlight.

"Damn! This area cannot be projected!"

"What are they doing!?"

From the battle with the most brilliant lineup in history to the escape of the holy rank, it took almost only one day!

"No! Can't retreat!" At this moment, the middle-aged man in golden armor, who is the monarch of Lianshan Principality and the only holy rank in this medium-sized country, shouted, "Can't retreat!"

Looking inward towards the city wall, and further south, there is only an endless plain without any place to defend. Once this place is lost, the Shadow Legion can drive straight in, and the entire Principality of Lianshan, the country and the people are all over. !

"Can't retreat!" He roared, but it seemed that no one had heard his words, and retreated one after another.

"No—!" A desperate roar, watching helplessly under the iron hooves of the Shadow Legion, the city walls collapsed, the houses collapsed, and the entire city was shattered. They crushed everything mercilessly, and then galloped towards the center of the principality.

In his eyes, he seemed to see another human kingdom, falling in front of it.

It is a country created by the painstaking efforts of countless generations.

"I can't retreat!" He pulled the Sword Saint Keleus sent by the Kingdom of Radiance.

Kelius shook his hand away coldly.

"You are crazy, Lord Layton."

It was a somewhat bald, slightly fat middle-aged man. He stared at everything in front of him with cold eyes, as if his whole heart was bleeding.

The holy ranks left one after another, and finally, the heroic young man next to him, who was wearing a scarred armor and looked a little like him, couldn't bear it anymore, and killed back with the sword in his hand high.

Roaring, he was stabbed into the chest by countless spear blades.

"Ah—!" The middle-aged king, the only holy rank in the Principality of Lianshan, finally killed him back, "I know that a small country like ours is not valued at all, what kind of holy rank... It's just a man who is approaching his old age It’s just a guy who has reached the threshold of the holy rank, and it is impossible to defeat a real powerful enemy.”

"I know I'm the least useful of us."

"Even so, I'm the only one who can't retreat!" He rushed up alone like crazy, "This is my territory, even if I die, I can only die on this land!"

"Let you see now that even a small country has dignity!" The huge sword in his hand swung, blocking countless spears, spears, swords and halberds attacking him, and a smear of hot blood also splashed on the dark sky.

At this moment, Wilson suddenly stopped: "Maybe you are right."

A pitch-black sickle pierced the sky, and the Sword Master of the Morning Star Empire suddenly disappeared in place. When he reappeared, the sword in his hand blocked the deadly sickle with almost incomparable precision.

"If we don't take action like we are now, when we need help from others, I'm afraid no one will be able to help us!" He said loudly.

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and the shadow army is driving straight in. You don't need to think about the results of the neighboring countries.

Hearing this sentence, several people hesitated for a while, and finally stopped.

"A group of idiots!" Several holy ranks, including Sword Saint Kleus, quickly led them away.

Losing their most powerful ally, the Temple of Arbitration, was perhaps the darkest moment of their lives.