Beastmaster of the Ages - Chapter 1817
[Chapter 1817 Before Genocide]
Om-! !
This shock is unprecedented.
The turbulent firelight illuminated the entire Fushen Valley as if it were daytime, making every soldier’s face pale.
The terrifying power caused the mountains and valleys inside Fushen Valley to shake and collapse for the first time!
Many abyss were buried, and many companion animal poisonous insects were buried!
The cracks on the ground caused a great impact on the 300 million gods. Many people were directly killed by the collapsed rocks, and countless buildings and enchantments were crushed to pieces.
The sky is crumbling, the earth is shaking!
In the dark, such a scene is like the end of the world.
This caused the flute of the gods to be interrupted for at least ten breaths of time!
The monstrous pillar of fire and the furious golden head finally tore a gap in the fearless heart of the Fushen Clan, making them deeply feel the fear of genocide.
This is war!
Fight on the ground, bomb in the sky!
Blood, tears, pain, fear, filled everyone’s heart.
Only the Sun Emperor Venerable and his shrine are high above, like the ancient gods of the sky, strategizing and controlling everything.
In the absence of 50 million elite legions to jointly control the spirit line resistance, the fifty-sixth wrath of the Sun God Palace directly shook the foundation of the Jiuyou Fushen Barrier and brought the Fushen Clan He was deeply shocked by the Emperor’s Burial Army.
This means that even if they strangle the shrine army on the ground battlefield and win the victory, the sun shrine in the sky will still destroy the guardian enchantment!
Once the Nine Netherworld is broken, the advantages of the ground legion may disappear.
At that time, the shrine army, whose morale has soared, will have the opportunity to fight back and slaughter the submerged protoss!
This is the coldest, most deadly moment!
The shadow of death and genocide hangs over everyone’s heart.
Like a dagger with a burning flame, stabbing everyone’s heart.
This kind of fear and pain of demise is enough to make anyone fall into collapse at this time and completely lose hope.
The inextinguishable golden head in the sky has become a nightmare in the hearts of every goddess and the emperor’s burial army.
scare!
scare!
scare!
On the battlefield, after this moment of dead silence, there were many, many sounds of heavy breathing.
There are too many people, their mouths are dry, their faces are pale, and they can only breathe heavily to ease the fear in their hearts.
This wrath of the shrine is equivalent to hitting the heart of every ‘resistor’, making people’s heart twitch.
However!
What made Li Tianming suddenly moved to tears was that in the next instant, the flute of Fushengu blew again.
sizzle!
For a time, the flute sound came and went, like a spark of fire, and soon it became a prairie fire, burning the hearts of every goddess and the emperor’s burial army.
Such a sharp and piercing voice came from every goddess. They played it with all their might, just to tell the enemy that they were not frightened, yielded, or feared death!
“Did you hear it! Did you hear it!”
Fushengong Yi’s voice was hoarse, but it penetrated the sky.
“They want us to exterminate our clan, they want us to bury hundreds of millions of corpses!”
“Why? Just because you are a lackey and lick the stronger ones, you have the right to dominate the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people, and let us subjugate our country and exterminate our species?”
“Ha ha!”
Fu Shengong Yi laughed wantonly, he was like a magic stick, jumping up and down in the crowd, like crazy.
“Come! Come! Come!”
He pointed at the Sun God Palace and said three words in a row, his expression became more and more hideous.
“Children! Children! Brothers! Compatriots! Let them see how ruthless our gods are, let them see what it means to fight to the death!”
“If, we don’t want the corpses of the Fushen tribe to fill the entire Fushen Valley today, if we don’t want the inheritance of our ancestors for thousands of generations to be cut off from our generation, if we don’t want to turn into ashes and disappear from the sun, if , we also want to pass on this drop of the blood of the gods, then—”
He took a deep breath, first blew the flute, and then with the most tearing sound, with all his strength, he roared:
“Kill! Kill! Kill! It won’t end until the last drop of blood is shed on our bodies! Our God Fushen can perish, but before that, I want the God of War to kill the whole family, the whole family!”
After he finished speaking, he held the flute and used all his strength, until his entire face turned green.
At the same time, the harshest flute was louder than the wrath of the Shrine.
In this dark world, the sound of the flute is like the scimitar of the Goddess, cutting the darkness out of the wound.
Li Tianming was amazed when he saw it.
This scene made his heart even more heavy.
Such a god-buster clan also inspired the emperor’s burial army from afar, causing these 40 million people to fall into the same emotions.
To be able to fight for such a clan, even if they are cut off here for life, perhaps many people have no regrets in their hearts.
Li Tianming asked Lan Huang to help. When the flute was the loudest, he told everyone in his loudest voice:
“Everyone! We have a chance to win! The Sun Shrine can only be attacked once in a hundred breaths. We just need to calculate the time and prepare in advance. During the 100 breath interval between the two bombings of the Shrine, we will all attack the Shrine. The opportunity for the army to be slaughtered into flesh!”
“Now, let them see whether their people will die first, or whether our guardian enchantment will be broken first!!”
One hundred breaths!
Really good grasp.
Calculate this time and prepare in advance. With their current advantages on the ground battlefield, Li Tianming really believes that they do have a 50% chance of winning.
If you add the monstrous anger of the Fushen Clan now, Li Tianming feels that there is 60%.
“Emperor, you are more careful this time, but! After all, you are still self-righteous, thinking that only you, the Order Celestial Clan, have the most overbearing clan will in the world!”
“It’s true that you are the emperor’s clan on the sun, but, with the savage blood-thirsty spirit, what kind of bloody fighting spirit a clan will burst out in the shadow of its demise, can you really predict that you are aloof?”
Only by being at the bottom and connecting with everyone through the line of sentient beings will Li Tianming understand that every ordinary life is worthy of awe.
Not to mention a clan ranked seventh in the sky!
In the Fushen Clan’s territory, there is going to be a battle to exterminate them. As long as they are Fushen Clan, they all know that they have no way out of surrender.
The only way is to risk your life and exchange your life with the other side.
How terrifying this kind of opponent is, the other party may not know yet, but Li Tianming has heard it from the eyes of the gods and their sharp flutes.
Don’t talk about them, at this moment, Li Tianming is about to turn into a madman.
To be honest, he is much calmer than Fushengong Yi.
Fushengong Yi made the Fushen tribe go mad at last, but Li Tianming gave them the last reason.
That is, the 100-breath interval of the wrath of the shrine is their chance to beat the shrine army to death!
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