Dark Blood Age

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< The previous chapter is Chapter 1011. >

“Lord Mai, you can't go out! ”

In the palace of Snow Mountain Palace, Lieutenant General Hull Qi's three generals, still alive, grabbed the dead, red eyes: “You are our only hope, the blood of the exterminated genocide can not be avenged by no one! ”

“How? ”

One battle at a time, his face was extremely tired, but his eyes were unusually fierce, holding a bloodstained sword, and he was disgusted: “It's extreme, I'm extreme, I can't believe it! ”

“My Lord! ”

The fourth of the three generals will cry on his knees: "I am waiting to die, but you bear all our future. Let's go, take away our expectations and do not let us die in despair! ”

The second will also kneel down and bow down: “My lord, this is it. Death is at stake. It makes no sense for you to continue fighting death. Let's go, take our hope away and let us die to preserve our final dignity! ”

Hold the blood-stained sword tightly, indomitable eyes, cold and cold.

The seventh will raise the armor on one knee on the ground of the palace, full of hatred, his eyes said: “My lord, I am the youngest of the seven generals and will not speak, I will say: in the future, you must tell our children, tell them what happened today, tell them who the enemy is, tell them that our dead souls are waiting here, wait, watch and watch them come back one day and kill all these animals! ”

Chiang Mai raised his head, took a deep breath and forced the tears back into his eyes, his voice chilled into his bones: “Don't you ever advise me again, I am Chiang Mai, not a running coward, unless I die, I will never leave here for half a step! ”

“My Lord!” The Third General shouted.

“No more persuasion! I'm Mai Mai. I'll never lose. Mai Mai!” His eyes were cold, he grabbed the sword, his powers were stretched out, and he shook the three generals in front of him, taking one step, two steps overhead, and three steps into the sky.

“Sir! ”

“Sir! ”

“Sir! ”

……

Outside the snow mountains, the black-pressed battleships in the sky, thousands of armies on the ground, the flags of battle flutter, unlike the chaos around the globe, here the swords and guns are like woods, the uniforms are like mountains, but the crows are silent!

A harsh shooting breath was born, daunting, and the timid had long been paralyzed on the ground.

The last formed army on the snow mountains has been eliminated, the bodies are scattered throughout the mountains, there is no bloody smell, only a hint of cold death.

In silence, an army finally started and approached the heart of the Snow Mountain Barrier under pressure.

“Sister Ya, are they trying to capture us alive? ”

Outside the barrier of the palace, Alfalfa grabbed the weapons distributed to her and looked at the silent army all over the mountains, looking towards the leader of the 7th detachment nearby.

At this moment, the army has been destroyed and the rest of the people are all soldiers, but the resistance is pointless, only to die in this way.

Ya smiled slightly, helped her pack the magazine and tidied up her messy clothes before saying: “Maybe, I don't know, they have 10,000 ways to destroy the Olympics, but they eventually chose this way, but that's okay, maybe we can kill one or two more. ”

Alfalfa nodded seriously and turned his head to black-pressed alien armies, his eyes filled with hatred: "I may not be able to kill one, but I want to avenge Big Brother Egg! Had it not been for them, the show would not have died, and Big Brother Egg would not have been hurt, and life and death would not have been known. ”

“Maybe they're still alive.” Yea said softly, but she also knew that it was a comforting lie that they had not found her brother among the refugees, let alone Seth Biya, since their arrival on Snow Mountain.

She actually appreciated the enlightenment of this little girl who had just come out of the prairie. Yesterday, they were discussing why Minmai still had to suppress her sense of grace and fanaticize about her reputation. The little girl guessed something that surprised her, and she said, "He may need this, he needs fanaticism, or he will collapse."

Unfortunately...

Alfalfa clasped her mouth tightly, not letting her tears fall, shook her head: “Sister Ya, you don't have to comfort me. There is no way anyone else can survive except here. Grandma and Dad may have been killed by them long ago, now I am going to die, I am not sad! ”

Yaya sighed, looked up at the sky, and looked at the faint figure, the shadow of this rising body, and wiped out the last army of Snow Mountain, which she already knew was beyond the limits of conventional power, and there seemed to be more than one "person” with such power.

So this is a war without any hope, doomed from the beginning of the war on space.

“Strange...”

She was slightly confused when she turned her attention again to the alien army that was forcing her onto Snow Mountain.

“You noticed?” A senior official next to her looked at her and said.

Ya nodded, but shook his head again at the next moment: “It was not obvious when they arrayed, now marching forward and backward immediately exposed, they were cautious of each other, each rear team was heavily crowded! Unfortunately, even if we find out, it doesn't work for us. ”

The senior official nodded and sighed: "Yes, we are too far from their strength, and even if we knew that, there was nothing to do about it, they probably didn't care what we found, you see, there was no cover at all. ”

Ya sighed and felt helpless, even if they saw a loophole in the enemy's march formation, they could not help themselves.

Don't say that just their vanguards can sweep them, that is the mighty figure in heaven, that they will never be defeated in a moment, which is simply a war without suspense.

“Coming up, preparing to fight, staining our last blood, dyeing our Mountain of Olympic Snow...”

No exhilarating words, no desire for victory, just a faint farewell.

At this moment, countless blue-haired, black-haired men with weapons came out of the battlefield, unarmed hands lined up in a row, looking at the armies suppressed by black pressure.

At this moment, countless blue-haired brunettes rush from the snow slope to their enemies, even if the next moment will be crushed bones.

At this moment, the last band of military musicians stood on high posts in bandages, facing the cold wind and making a cool burial sound for them.

At this moment, a figure was shot in the palace behind them, waving his sword straight into the clouds!

Sword Qi brake room, crossed between snow peaks.

The enemy's armies beamed together, and the footsteps of the mountains stopped for a moment, staring at the sword that shouted heaven and earth.

In the light of the sword, that figure strikes a faint figure in the sky.

Sir Chiang Mai!

The dying blue-haired man had a vibrant black-haired personality, provoking all the power in his blood before his death, rushing like a thunderbolt towards the battlefield where they would surely die.

However, at the next moment, a silent wheel of snowflakes appeared on the dome as if it were Hao Sun, sucking up all the swordsight in an instant, as if it were the dome of heaven, the precision structure in the flowers of the giant snowwheel was shining, the entire mountain of Olympic snow was sucked up in the sky by the thousands of snowflakes, floating like the illusion of snow.

Wu Mai waved his sword desperately and did his best, but still couldn't escape the suction of huge snowflakes.

“The regional forces that have just entered the divine realm also dare to fight. ”

The faint figure in the sky said faintly that it had not even moved for half a minute and was still standing there, waving lightly by the wind and the clouds, and Zhang Mai was in great difficulty.

In the roar, the disobedient mighty suddenly broke his sword arm and got rid of that suction. Man shot again into a faint figure like a sword.

“A little bold. ”

Moving gently, he reached out his hand, and the next moment, a bigger hand made up of snowflake wheels flying around, appeared in the sky, came to the front of Mai, holding him in the palm of his hand, like grabbing a bug, holding him.

The snow wheel in the giant hand twisted, for a moment, his stomach blurred, his faint figure pushed again, and he was squeezed into his palm.

“Though there is the power of the divine realm, there is no divine warfare, and that is not how swords are used. ”

The faint figure seemed to have lost interest at this moment and was somewhat disappointed to “pinch” him.

At this time, on the snow mountain, an alien army flood trampled past, blue-haired people and black-haired people were knocked down on the ground, struggling to be killed, alive, everywhere the snow dust was rising and shouting.

The alien army beat them to the ground like catching animals, tied them up, on a snow slope, and rolling figures were trampled on with no dignity.

Blood-like Mai finally despaired, tears flowed out of his eyes for the first time, he was proud, disobedient, and tried his best, but eventually he was still pinched by the enemy like a bug, and he could not even see the enemy's face.

He stared desperately at the dark-haired, blue-haired man whose horse had fallen from below, laughing desperately, laughing helplessly, grinning calmly, laughing in tears.

He felt his life was flying away, so he turned around, turned to that faint figure, to the battleships that covered the sky, to the aliens, to his mouth one by one, and finally shouted silently: "Berg--”

At this point, a light is emitted from the palace, and in a flash, it expands.

It was a thin sheet, and as soon as it appeared, a wave of strange energy ripples appeared on the thin sheet, flowing clouds into the snowwheel giant hand, rolling up the mike, and flowing like a stream to the palace.

“Earthquake? There's another realm of God? ”

The faint figure sounded strange, took a step forward, and before coming to the thin piece, he reached out and crushed it, the fragment was flying, and it looked in the direction of the palace, fading away: “Turns out it was a relic of the divine realm... the armies below listen, the people who use this thing want to bring me back alive. ”

Its tone is harsh and unquestionable, as if it were the supreme ruler of all armies here, or even the master of the planet.

In the palace, the waves of clouds and flowing water wrapped themselves around a palace door and came into a tall and magnificent palace.

Above the empty large palace, directly in the middle of the inner wall, quietly placed a blue gold box bearing religious seals, the two rulers are kneeling on both sides, slowly opening the box to both sides, revealing a dark armor, as if a human figure sits there, the black cold mask looks flat in front, the eyes are dark, the whole armor line is smooth, full of power perfection, indifference with a hint of slaughter.

The right hand of the armor holds a sword and the sword inserts into the sheath, the same darkness is extremely dark.

Hundreds of sons and daughters sit on both sides of the armor, on the one hand the Son, on the other the Virgin, all dressed in a white veil, standing from childhood to the big press, holding holy obedience with both hands, solemn and solemn, echoing the holy sounds of the emptiness and holiness.

People also sat on both sides of the hall, dressed in temple clothing on one side and in black and blue on the other.

Sitting at the top on the side of the black and blue coats, an elderly man glanced at the blurred steps of the palace and turned to the Lord opposite:

“Though we have failed countless times before, now that we have no way to go, let's try one last time, starting with the rest of those chosen, test the armor in turn, they die, we try, we die, the Virgin of the Son, they are all dead, let us try. ”

The Great Lord nodded, and a floor in the middle of the hall opened, revealing a long passage, led by two temple guards, in which the people dressed in white robes walked in a single row to the hall, to the apathetic armor.

The first, a blue-haired girl, tried to calm herself down and walked one step forward. In the sacred sounds, her eyes became more and more enthusiastic and came to the front of the armor, stretching out her right hand to draw the sword.

However, the moment her hand touched the handle of the sword, she fell silently and softly as if she had been drained of life.

Two Temple Guards immediately dragged her body away.

Then the second man, a blue-haired man, drew his sword, died!

Number three, die!

Fourth, still dead!

Die!

Die!

Die!

……

A row of people walked towards a cold battleship with holy sounds, and a row of people instantly fell down and died.

The footsteps of the army outside the palace are getting closer and the screaming is getting clearer and clearer.

After a black-haired man collapsed and died, he followed a 12-three black-haired boy behind him to the apathetic armor, to the handle of a sword that devoured countless lives, each step slightly shaking his legs.

Waiting for him naturally would still be death, and the Temple Guard was even ready to drag away his body after his death.

But at this time, a glittering shadow entered the palace from outside the sky and came to the boy's side, finally standing still and revealing his figure.

“Who is it?” The Temple Guard was shocked and drew his sword to the front.

The man ignored and touched the boy's head, "Show, live well! ”

Then he turned his back and raised his head, looking to the Son and the Virgin, to the elderly and to the Lord, to all who were ahead, and said:

“I drew his sword for him. ”

Silence, silence in the moment!

At this moment, it is as if the entire world has been silenced in despair.

He took his footsteps and stepped up to the high stairs--

Step by step, the sons and daughters in the front row looked at his face and wept.

Two steps, listening to his voice, the old man and the great lord stood excitedly.

Three steps, all the Virgin of the Son knelt down in tears.

Four steps, the old man crawled with the great lord and his chest fluctuated.

Five steps, chaos in the palace.

The temple guard who pulled out his sword and rushed up, not knowing what had happened, stood in place with his sword in horror, his head blankly watching the Sons and Virgins whining and kneeling at each other.

“Big...?” The boy muttered silly.

And that man still walked step by step until he came to the cold holy armor.

He turned around and glanced in the direction of the sky, his eyes full of slaughter, slowly drawing the sword of death.

Boom!

Purple gas instantly disintegrates, spreads upwards along his sword-shaking hand, stretches out an inch as if he were alive, it doesn't take a moment, it has been integrated into the whole body!

Ultimately, the cold facial armor is silently fused!

“Gais, incendiary! ”

In the palace man has knelt on the ground.

“I'm called...”

He raised his head slowly, his eyes flashed with blood:

“Chu, Yun, Sheng! ”

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