Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

After the plan was agreed, Tianwei's next move became obviously insane.

While they retreated large numbers of lower soldiers, leaving only a handful of elites behind, they began a madness of attacks against demonic beasts, hunting demonic beasts and gathering source crystals. At the same time, experts are constantly dispatched to hunt down nearby thugs and deny them the opportunity to discover and write.

This behavior undoubtedly greatly stimulated the Beast Clan, and waves of demonic beasts began to gather.

It's only been two days, along the central border of the mob, and there are demonic beasts roaring everywhere.

The army is no longer in a position to talk about hunting at this time, because they are faced with an invisible herd of beasts. These fierce beasts, demonic beasts, mountains and tsunamis, make all sorts of strange sounds, look at them, piles of animals everywhere, spectacular.

There are many demonic beasts on the ground, and the sky is also filled with flying birds. All kinds of murderous birds fly in the sky, and when they wave their wings simultaneously, the sky shields them from the sun, as if the night were coming.

Li Chongshan, sitting on the silver moonshore, looked at the fierce beast of Chengshan Chenghai, and looked at the spectacular view of the covered day. He couldn't help but be surprised.

“This will be the biggest wave of beasts the mob has encountered in nearly a thousand years. ”

“It's also a gift we gave to the mob.” Chenghai Filling Interface.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed together. Never before have they laughed so comfortably since entering the realm of tyranny.

“Look, they're moving.” Chu Youngwan pointed to the distant road.

So you see, on the distant horizon, the herd suddenly moves.

It was like a wave roll, and the earth trembled with it, and waves of beasts burst forth like this.

The first to rush out was a large number of vicious beasts. They have stuffy heads and low roars, and powerful iron hooves step out of the waves. They are huge and varietal, but there are nearly a thousand of them. Vets do not have the characteristics of reproductive segregation, allowing them to produce new mutations every day, with an infinite number of strange layers of animals.

Behind them are a large number of inferior demonic beasts who control the movement of the herd as grass-roots commanders. These inferior demonic beasts, although of average strength, have also become important links between senior and artillery ash, as their wisdom has grown significantly.

And then there will be the monsters of good quality. Some of these demonic beasts appear as middle command, while others lead regiments dominated by demonic beasts, which is, to be precise, the real dominant army of the beast tide. Instead of boiling backwards and backwards, they walk out in steady, undisturbed steps, surrounded by a mass of gas, a source capable of responding to their summons. Their footsteps are strong, their pace confident, and they look like human armies. When you see this scene, you will truly understand why the Beasts stand at the top of the world.

After that, Li Chongshan won't see anything.

The tide of the beast was too great, it seemed that the endless team had not even let them see the back team, the front team was approaching.

“Go, or you'll never leave.” Ishikai warned.

Su Shenzhen turned and flew away.

Cheng filled the sea and looked at the beast sea. "It would be nice to eat them all. ”

“Yes, there will be one day.” Su Shen smiled and replied.

Miyagi.

Charles looked at the sky boringly.

Watchful times are boring, and most of the time, Charles can only spend a long time counting ants. The nest under the old tree in front of the beacon has become his old friend. Watching these ants busy every day, and occasionally he puts in some food for the ants to watch them move, to compete, to have a war with the nest next door, has become his greatest pleasure.

Sometimes Charles wonders, if there is a god in this world, he must look down on the arts and crafts as he is now. The creatures in his eyes, like ants, were busy and full of trouble, but had no meaning except to bring some observing pleasure to the gods. He doesn't help people, he only occasionally invests in food, opportunities because of his interest, but he can also create disasters because of his interest.

For the gods, everything is just an interest.

Charles doesn't know if he thinks right or wrong, he just knows that his thoughts are interesting, and as a thug, it's hard to think of them. But if you think so boringly every page of it every day, even dumber lives become philosophical.

At this moment, Charles, as usual, sits under the old tree in front of the beacon, looking at the colony boringly.

Suddenly he felt the sky was dark.

What's going on?

Charles raised his head strangely, and then he saw the distant sky, and the clouds were spreading rapidly.

No, it's not a cloud!

Charles stared at the sky, and he saw that clearly tens of thousands of murderous birds were spreading their wings.

Oh, my God. How many killer birds are there?

It's dense and numb, paving the ground.

Beast tide!

It's a tide of beasts!

When Charles finally reacted, he turned around and went to ignite the beacon.

The mob's beacon is specially crafted and inspired not by smoke, but by a beam of energy. The source beam propagates at a wide range and speed, allowing the rear to know at the fastest possible speed.

As a Peak Fire Warrior, it was also the only mission of Charles's life, and the day it was completed, when he died, it was impossible for him to run away from the Beasts.

Charles, however, was fearless and had known his destiny from the moment he accepted to be a Feng Fu warrior.

To be able to warn his fellow countrymen is precisely what he means to exist, to be a courageous witness, to be destined to enter the Hall of Warriors and to sacrifice permanently for his descendants.

No regrets!

In a way, he even looked forward to the moment.

He ran toward the beacon, never moving forward.

But when he came to the stage, he found himself at the control hub, standing at some point in time with a mob lying at their feet.

“That's close!” He shouted.

“He won't answer you.” A young man answered with a smile.

His smile was light and his expression casual.

But Charles fell into the ice.

Conspiracy!

It's a human conspiracy!

He stared hard at the man in front of him and shouted out.

But as he approached the man, he suddenly turned and rushed to the console, while a totem tattoo lit up.

He is not afraid of battle, nor of death, but he knows better that it is at this moment that it is most important to light a flame warning to his fellow countrymen.

Brush!

With the sword and wind, Charles' body was cut in pieces.

Nevertheless, the broken body persisted in flying towards the beacon, and Charles gazed at the center button.

Brush!

Another knife.

Charles' head took off.

However, even if his head was gone, his will would not dissipate, and his half truncated body continued to fly forward, lifting his arms against the button.

A young man suddenly appeared in front of the beacon at a moment to be filmed.

His hand lifted gently and placed it on the hub, also blocking the press.

This is also the last scene that Charles sees.

Then his eyes closed forever.