A Sorcerer’s Journey

Roar!

When the firewood crossbow was burning, through a five-meter high chaotic demon rolled his belly, the burning oil splashed and stained his whole body. The chaotic demon could not help but send a painful howl, the top of the demon's horn, the chaotic flame fluctuated and faded away.

Boom-Long, Boom-Long, Boom-Long...

Soon, however, this chaotic demon was submerged by the tide behind him, and the demon army stepped on it, and one after the other, the demon's excitement gasped, his clothes clasped, and you pushed me, Son, and continued to gush towards the Sylvester Mountains.

“hey hey hey hey, take down the temple of night, enslave the family of cats, I'm going to sleep fifteen, one for each day eat one...”

The barbaric excitement roaring of a world of confusion demons.

In the sky, the catapult throws from time to time a boulder that burns a flame, breaks through the sky and "bursts” and lays the sky covered with arrows and rain.

On the ground, a huge crude stone, a rolling tree constantly rolling down from the heights of Mount Sylvester, the way to deal with lower life in the general world is already uncomfortable for a battlefield full of primary and secondary organisms, yet with the enormous gravity of the terrain world, any creature below the sanctuary without the ability to fly is like facing a nightmare.

Countless deaths and injuries, front row chaos demons falling one after another.

Yet nearly a million chaotic demon regiments continue to follow the entire servant, closer and closer to the foot of the Sylvester Mountains, the cat man who shivered behind the wooden fence defenses.

The height of daggers and crossbows is generally around 1 meter, 5 meters, 7 meters. Daggers and crossbows are the most common weapons of cat men. Some male cat warriors who have not been baptized by war can not even hold their dagger capital at this moment. War of this magnitude has not occurred on the gods' continent for too long. These cats, sheltered by the Night Goddess, have long forgotten the brutality of the ancient battles and have begun to fear bloodshed.

The Cat Clan is a feminist society. If the Goddess of the Night of War hadn't sent down the Oracle herself, how could these inferior male cat slaves have come to the battlefield with weapons?

At this time, some of the elite female cats saw these male cats behaving and couldn't help but whisper and chill.

“Surely it's just a bunch of waste cleaning rooms, feeding livestock, breeding, whatever. Anyway, it's just some cannon ash. It's good to stop these chaotic demon army steps for the Temple of the Night. ”

A night sacrifice is covered with the divine power of a light night, cold lanes and a battlefield pattern.

In the Continent of the Gods, no temple sacrifice can be ignored.

After careful preparation, the Sylvester Mountains have long been laid down by a family of cats, and even male cats have distributed their weapons to the battlefield. Even these nearly a million chaotic demon armies will be difficult to defense for a short time, destroying the Temple of Night's Fountain of Faith.

Enough for the Great Night Goddess and the Evil Bloodthirsty King...

No, no, no.

When this cat sacrificed his eyes and jumped at the foot of the mountain to confuse the battlefield, he looked to the distant sky and suddenly his eyelids jumped. It was the demon of chaos in the sanctuary!

These speedy flying demons of the sanctuary are more than 1,700.

Such a large number of sanctuaries, apart from the overseas dragon gods, may not be able to gather even those deep superior temples for a short time after the ancient war, but these invading gods continental chaos demon army, the sanctuary is as dense and numb as an ant.

It's just that the Bloodthirsty Demon King, one of the capable subordinates of the Chaotic Demon King, has gathered so many easily.

Compared to this number of sanctuary demons, the more than 300 sanctuaries in the Sylvester Mountains area are far too weak.

Not to mention, of the more than 300 so-called sanctuaries, there are more than a hundred temple sacrifices, dozens of Night Goddesses gathering temporarily from around the Sylvester Mountains at a high price?

weng, weng, weng, weng...

The vast sanctuary of chaos, the demons flying in the sky and the earth, others will fear, yet there is no hesitation at all about the sacrifices of the Night dedicated to the Temple of the Night and even to the life of the soul, accompanied by thousands of giant siege crossbows on the hill to greet them, borrowing the divine power from the Temple of the Night.

Every morning prayer, noon praise, evening mass, these sacrifices are lunatics who can give everything to Night Goddess.

“Night Goddess! ”

“For the Cat Clan! ”

“For the peace of the Sylvester Mountains! ”

Other sanctuaries, led by these sacrifices, can no longer be temporarily withdrawn. They can only roar with one voice, face hard, and rush toward these dozens of centimeters to nearly 100 meters of sanctuary chaos demons laid down in the sky.

The divine power of the night in hand converges into a serene dagger, blended with the night, with a faint divinity. Since the divine power of the night has far exceeded its prayer devotion level, the sacrificial skin of the night has appeared dead and old, obviously burning its own life.

“Light of the Night God! ”

“Pfft," the dagger flashed away, plugged into the holy domain against which the head fought to confuse the demon's chest.

The demon of the sanctuary, more than 10 meters high, desperately tried to pull out the chest, a strange dagger that emitted a constant source of divine power, but to no avail, his body quickly lost strength, and his skin began to dissipate as if it were ashes under the tearing and purification of the rules of the night.

Ho...

The grieving roar, falling to the top of the earth's chaotic demons, the flames of chaos, the burning of the bears, formed a self-falling energy sphere, emitting astonishing fluctuations of energy that flashed away, a force of chaos that had never appeared on the gods' continent.

Boom, boom, boom!

Even when sheltered by the divine power of the night, the sacrifice of the night is not sparked, leaving a little blood in the corner of the mouth, and through the dagger of the divine power of the night, the divinity is clearly less than before.

“For Night Goddess...”

Just a brief prayer, a flaming sword suddenly flew away in the distance, confusing the flame bear pressure from a sanctuary demon a few points stronger than just falling into the earth.

The dagger blocked during the panic, barely avoided the blade, suffered some trauma, the agglomerated divine power dagger divinity could not help but fade a little more, and the skin was covered with old and dead lines.

“Ooh...”

Suddenly, his back ached, and the night sacrifice turned incredibly.

A little devil in the sanctuary of twenty centimeters is grinning and holding a heart, his own power is rapidly losing.

With divine power, while aggressive and defensive may transcend some tertiary creatures in a short time, it is ultimately a borrowed force that does not change the essence of life.

“crack, crack, yum! It's delicious! There are still some demon kings left behind. ”

The little devil excitedly swallowed his heart one bite at a time. He swallowed a tiger's throat and was covered in blood.

This is just the corner of the sky where the Temple of Night and the Bloodthirsty Demon King have the ability to fly against the sanctuary. The temple of Night is visibly depressed, and Herr has just been personally saved by the Goddess of Night on the summit of the mountain.

The old cat looked at the many sacred areas in the sky and felt the distant clouds. The divine power pounded the night goddess and the mighty bloodthirsty demon king in front of the battle, the old hand slowly extended the scepter.

“Defend the Temple of Night at all costs by deploying the Dragon Eagle Squad. ”