Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Boom, boom, boom!

A series of violent energies hit the ground, blasting the earth out of a giant, web-like tortoise.

Some powerful energy blade streams tear the earth apart more like a giant blade, leaving one scar after another on the earth.

Although these scars will eventually disappear, heal, and heal somewhat of the earth, at least at this moment, the trauma is enormous and the attack is horrific.

Looking at it, there are demonic beasts everywhere, raging and biting everything that can be entranced.

In front of them stands a giant black castle on the summit.

A large number of riot warriors gathered at the top of the mountain to resist demonic beasts.

Unlike the tyrants seen by the Tianwei Army in the past, the tyrant soldiers in this castle are clearly more elite and tough. They were wearing a set of armor, and instead of throwing a hand axe, they had a big bow made of iron birch wood and poison on the tip of an arrow made of metal.

The priests of the temple roam the city, singing strange sounds, but with magical effects, everywhere the warriors have a high morale and strength.

Some of the special thugs in black and red clothes roam the city, the black thugs carry a machete and quickly slay every demonic beast climbing the city wall, while the red thugs constantly bombard out the thunder flames, forming a huge energy sweep of elements.

Black thugs are soulless, red thugs are guardians, rare thug professionals who have been trained so hard by the temple.

But when all the soul-losers dedicated to dealing with spiritual communities are in battle, they themselves mean that the insurgency forces are weak and difficult to support.

A skeleton threw several drops of bone in his hand into the sky, almost lying on top of it as he studied the beauty of the bone texture.

Then he suddenly lost his voice and screamed, "An enemy is coming from behind! ”

A mob commander blew his middling horn as he stood, and a group of mobs flocked to the rear in a whirring sound.

Meanwhile, in the sky behind the castle, a large quantity of venomous dragons suddenly appeared, howling down and spitting a large quantity of green venom at the castle. Since the castle shield has been destroyed, the venom has fallen unimpeded into the city.

The venom fell on the mob soldiers, quickly crumbling their bodies and provoking a cry.

Despite the priests' sense of release of the mist of healing at the next moment, the horrific wounds of the water truck payroll and the poison dragon pack caused the death of a large number of riot warriors.

“Thunder crossbow fire!” In a fierce roar, a heavy crossbow with a big flash of thunderbolt shone into the sky.

The Venomous Flying Dragons were also greatly damaged by the return fire of this horrible crossbow. They howl and fall from the sky, raining blood in the sky.

The poison dragon was attacked against the tyranny, and the dragon fell on one, and the crossbow was destroyed under the attack of the poison dragon.

After a few rounds of pairs, there are not many dragons left in the sky.

“The Templars attack! ”

A huge shadow swept up the sky, brilliant with totems and energy, all temple warriors.

These fierce and courageous temple warriors attacked like the last straw that crushed the Poison Flying Dragon team, and the Poison Flying Dragon was destroyed and quickly killed.

Nonetheless, the faces of the thugs did not show any color. They are well aware that the fighting is far from over.

Distant wars thrive, flags wave, and huge bloody belts pour out the tide of horror.

The herd is still pouring with madness, and it looks like it won't stop until the castle is taken.

“Are they crazy?” A young riot general muttered.

“They are indeed going mad.” The old commander sounded softly.

The owner of the voice was a high-profile thug with a rare white beard and white hair, but an elderly thug.

Riots seldom end up sleeping, they are wildly violent, and when they get old and their power fades to a certain degree, they are organized to strike at selected enemies. Or an animal, or a human, or a spiritual. Using the lives of old maidens to gain more resources and reduce consumption is the way the mob survives.

Yet the tyrant in front of him is a real old man.

He's three hundred and eighty years old, and even in the mob, he has a high life expectancy.

But such an old man, already in a period of weakness, remains firmly in control of power, making countless riot warriors willing to die.

Because he is Sakel Flame, His Majesty's uncle Anubi Flame, and because he is one of the three gods of war of the Flame Tribe, and because even if he were old, he would never be weak.

He is the Peak Totem Warrior, six Temple Baptists.

In fact, the emperor's strength is equivalent to that of the people. Even the demon emperor can fight.

He is also one of the few wise men of the mob.

Just like Dunbar, but with more experience than him.

Sacker has endured countless struggles in his life, as far as court struggles, as little as solo duels, what conspiracies, tricks, assaults, duels, he has experienced. He has had three dangerous life experiences, as well as a Jedi rebirth, defeat and despair. His life experience is rich in books, and he is therefore also known as the Shield of Flames, the Iron Blood Wall.

The tyrants believed that, with him, the royal status of the Flaming Tribes would never collapse.

Yet this god of war, in front of the tide of beasts, showed a strong fear.

Because he's facing the demon king!

No matter how intelligent and powerful it is, it is the most terrifying of demonic beasts.

In the face of such an adversary, the gods of war are also appalled.

“This is pointless, and the heart of colour is consuming his men. His expansion of the territory was too large and the front too long, amounting to simultaneous provocation of multiple tribes. If he keeps fighting like this, he will eventually lose.” A tyrant general leads the way and speaks clearly.

Unlike Dunbar, the old god of war has been around for many years, not only is he clever and capable, but he also has a cage of powerful men in his hand, among whom there is no shortage of minds, even if he is not a genius, at least his intelligence is close to normal.

And the general's analysis is in place.

The strength of the veterinary clan is approaching the end of the crossbow, despite the casualty, which makes them slightly happier to attack the city, but also leads to a huge increase in damage.

“Until he ran out of military power, however, the South Fortress did not necessarily hold up.” Another mob general grieved.

The South Fortress is the fortress at their feet.

Once the mob defeated the northern frontier, they took an oath here that they would go south and return to the land of abundance.

Since then, it has been named Fort South.

The southbound fortress is the most important town between the northern and southern parts of the mob and is not only a heavy town used by the northern kings to defend against the tide of beasts, but also a military town to defend the southern tribal insurgency.

Now, however, it faces a falling crisis.

“Yeah, I can't hold it.” The old god of war whispered a murmuring whisper, and all the tyrants' minds rose at the same time to unknown sorrow.

The tide of the beast burst into the sea.

Perhaps their hindsight is limited, but they are destined to take down this fortress.

“Your Highness, retreat!” There are riot generals at last.

Though the tyrants never admit defeat, in the face of the current situation, if they do not leave the fortress, they fear that all the warriors will die.

“Yeah, we'll just have to pull out.” Elder Thacker sighed a long time before he said, "Barto, take everyone away. ”

“Me?” Barto's commander was obviously stunned: “What about you? ”

“I'm going to stay and live with Fort South.” Sacker faint.

It's like a sword in your heart.

“Your Highness!” All thug generals shout together.

“Don't be impulsive, Your Highness.” Bateau jumped over screaming and hugged Sacker.

Sackle smiled and looked away, but still firmly: "Let go, Barto, do you really think you can hold me? ”

“…” Batonane let go.

Sacker said, "The southbound fortress is out of control, and the guards of the city have exhausted their efforts. If they are to be evacuated, they need sufficient time. So I'm going to stay and buy you guys some time after the break. ”

All the thugs cheered and knelt down: "May it be after the break! ”

Sakel waved impatiently: "You are all the future of the tyranny, you are dead, who will the tyranny use? Who will the Flaming Tribes depend on? I'm old and the rest of my life is doomed. If so, why waste it? It is my greatest honor to be able to die in battle. As a god of flame warfare, I am also a guardian of Fort South, and I have this duty to martyr as a nation. So don't argue with me. ”

“Your Highness! ”

“Your Highness! ”

“Your Highness! ”

Still screaming in pieces below, grabbing the scream to become the army after the break.

“Enough!” Sacker drinks: “With you, what qualifies you to block the tide of the beast? Which one of you is better than me? ”

The mob was mute at the same time.

“If not, shut up and take everyone away. If you don't want my death to be meaningless, run as fast as you can! ”

Sacker said that he had rushed into the sky and into the waves of the ocean from afar.

“Your Highness! ”

All the thugs simultaneously cried out for grief.

The trumpet sounded and the rebel army withdrew in the trumpet.

At the same time, a small unit of troops did not retreat and went up the river, precisely with Zakhor and his pro-Government forces.

This insurgent force, which does not exceed 3,000, opens its gates and rushes directly out of the city.

As a god of war SS, this was already one of the most elite and powerful rebel forces, every soldier a high-ranking totem warrior, and hundreds more who had undergone the baptism of the temple. They usually enjoy the best treatment, the most courtesy and the most difficult and dangerous tasks in times of war.

They had not had an impact in previous battles, and now they are tasked with covering up the departure of many of their compatriots.

Although this task is doomed to no one survive, they have no regrets.

Because they're the gods of war, the SS!

Three thousand warriors came into the army like three thousand arrows and instantly started a bloody storm in the herd. Everywhere you go, whatever Ironclad Wars rhinoceros, black wolves, black sheep, crocodiles, all killed by the impact of these fierce, wild riot warriors.

And in the forefront of this team is Sacker Flame.

The old god of war is as powerful as the gods are, and there are no enemies everywhere.

A group of demonic beasts shouted, the old warrior sword waved, and the battle flamed, so he saw a large number of demonic beasts deliberately torn apart by this horrible knife, burning heaven, and the middleman was extinguished with ash and smoke.

“Ho!” The old warrior shouted furiously.

“Ho!” The 3,000 gods of war, the Near Guard, drank at the same time.

Three lord-level demon beasts came by, but the old god of war was completely fearless, fighting with three lord-level demon beasts.

The light of power and fire rises into the sky, and the sky is filled with fierce sun and flames, a ray of destruction.

The warriors of the tyranny are brave, powerful, and unyielding.

Nevertheless, they slowed down over the course of the shock.

The momentum of the shock has slowly diminished and casualties have increased suddenly.

A riot warrior was finally attacked from behind by a cunning swordtooth wolf after the battle axe severed the body of seventeen or eight ferocious and demonic beasts. The sharp sword teeth broke the protection of the steel skin and cut him into two pieces.

A brave thug smashed open the brains of a bunch of animals like walnuts and was himself stepped on the spot by an extraordinarily large demonic beast.

More riot warriors are torn off the mount directly by all sorts of strange shapes of demonic beasts, and then countless sharp claws rip their bodies, throats, swallow their flesh pieces directly, and not even the bodies remain intact.

A riot warrior died like this, but the riots were still fighting, and the pro-Garde of War was still fighting.

Follow their leader, Thacker Flame.

Bear flames lit up the sky, and Thacker Flames was ahead of him like a red god with a burning flame all over his body.

He had cut and burned three lords, but then three lords, and even a demon king.

Sacker is still waving his knife, striking in the flames of blood and marching through the tide of starlight.

He doesn't know how many knives he has waved, how many steps he has flushed, not to mention how many opponents he has killed and how many injuries he has suffered, but the more tired Vietnam war he feels, and there is no more intimacy around him.

My men, they're all dead.

Too many opponents, one-on-one, they're not their own. But even the strongest of the peaks cannot be completely avoided when they spare their lives in exchange for only one injury to themselves.

Successive battles made him fatigued and his knife-handed hands weighed up.

Seventeen demon beasts have died under his command, and three demon kings have died.

They looked at him, and the colour of fear appeared in his eyes.

You know how scared you are?

The mouth of the old god of war smiled.

And then he sees, in the distant bloody floating palace, a gleam of brilliance.

The sharp glow slashed straight into Sacker.

If it's normal, Sacker is confident enough to stop the blow.

But now, with all his hard work, he can't stop it.

The fiery battle knife swung out the flaming light and collided with the blood, only flashing, the flame disappeared, and the blood flashed on Sacker for a moment.

So Sacker's body started trembling, and then it was stuck.

A moment later, a burst of bang burst open.

Flesh dancing is a round rolling bead with strange stars floating in the air, falling into the eyes of the countless demonic beasts, revealing the colour of greed.

A black palm appears empty-handed and grabs the star bead.

A gentle sigh came: "Finally made up for one sixth of my loss. ”

It's day.

The Southern Fort collapsed, and the tyrannical god of war, Sakel Flame, was martyred as a nation.