Bang bang bang-
Suddenly, several sparks burst out on the spiritual bone shell of the Nether Lord. It turned out that a Chimera armored vehicle in the distance was trying to stop the huge spiritual mechanic from moving forward with a mantis arm.
In response, the huge revenge machine lowered the muzzle on the shoulder. The cultists on the Chimera immediately screamed and reversed wildly, even whether they were pressing against others or not, but this did not delay their demise. Accompanied by a beam of psychic halo, the entire Chimera instantly turned into countless flying fragments, without explosions or loud noises, silently "disassembled" together with the cultists above.
But this is just the beginning. After that, every flash of light burst out by the Lord of Netherworld means that the double-digit enemy is erased.
There is no suspense at this point in the battle.
But the scene that really makes all invaders desperate comes from the sky-
"What!"
The priestess who tried to avoid the pursuit of the clownish drama troupe heard the roar in the depths of the sky and raised his head in horror, but saw a meteor shower in the sky.
Countless burning fireballs of different sizes were rolling down towards the planet's ground, but they would soon disappear in a flash. She even saw a huge fragment that looked like the bow of a frigate spinning in the distant sky. At this moment, she suddenly hated the powerful vision given to her by the Dark Prince. Perhaps she would not be so desperate if she didn't see it.
All this represents only one thing, the fleet on orbit, it's over!
Then they are finished!
The priestess began to run away desperately. She knew that her father was still alive and he would soon achieve his goal. As long as he could sublimate, he would also gain eternal life.
The most important thing for her now is to return to her father!
However, the terrifying laughter approached again, and the priestess screamed and directed the Slaines to protect themselves, while her legs were running towards an off-road vehicle. She didn't care whether it was a mode of transportation for the lower class.
But suddenly something hit her left knee bone, causing her to fall to the ground with a scream.
"No! My legs!"
The priestess lowered his head and screamed when he saw that the knee part of his left leg had disappeared.
The harlequins had already surrounded them, their masks were naked ridicule, and then they suddenly started to act.
One of them flew wildly in violent dance steps, the sharp blade in his hand wrapped in a lilac light, and threw out something like a ribbon and wrapped around a screaming Slaanesh.
The bound banshee struggled desperately, and a purple light shone out from her wide open mouth and paper-like skin. Then her head was cut off by the other party's sharp blade, and her body turned into pus and dissipated.
Another Slainesie also struggled in vain, trying to break free from the star dart and spear that pierced into her body, but a short sword's neck then pierced her throat.
As the Banshee struggled for the last time, purple mist spread around.
The priestess who tried to climb to the off-road vehicle was twitching and screaming. This was not a sound that a human could make, but the combined sound of many painful wails, the degree of twisting and violent sounds was indescribable.
But then a boot kicked her on the back and knocked her to the ground. Then the Frost Stars' troupe leader sang melodious high notes while shooting a bullet into the priestess' back.
"What! This is-"
The priestess watched in horror as the light passed through her body and even broke through her skin. As the screams were extended violently, the larger crack began to tear her body open.
The torture lasted for several seconds, and when it ended, she had twisted her limbs and broken bones, and her movements seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope.
The troupe leader then bent down and cut off her head, then tied a rope. When he loosened the rope, the priestess' head floated into the sky like a funny balloon, and giggled under the horror of all Slaanes, and finally exploded into a ball of powder.
"Your Highness, Jiurio Pula, sent a message to the coach, the enemy's flagship has been destroyed, the large ships have been basically wiped out, and a few ships are trying to escape, and the final hunt is now underway."
The report read by the prophet who was a sound tube did not surprise Soshiyang, because he knew very well the strength of the Ming Dingdie, even if there were no other ships alone, this ancient terrifying warship would be enough to sweep the human fleet on orbit.
"Your Highness, the enemy leader has been hunted and all the demons have been exiled."
"Your Highness, the people of the Lun are pursuing in depth according to the original plan."
Realizing that there was only the finishing work left here, Soshiyan looked at Luvia Greta.
"Luvia Greta, we will go to the island, and the injured residents or non-combatants will stay on the Prayer Island."
"yes."
Then he looked at Si Zhan who had spoken before and said slowly:
"War Ugaloviz, lead the troops you command to coordinate the Iron Oath Group of the Imperial Prayer Island to carry out the final cleaning of the Prayer Island. You cannot leave a single fallen person."
The other party put on his helmet and turned around and bent slightly at an extremely fast speed.
"Affect the order."
"Others go to the island."
"Your Highness."
A prophet hesitated for a moment and said softly:
"The howling banshees in the Sharp Blade Shrine are still chasing..."
Soshiyang frowned.
“Didn’t they receive the order?”
“Received, but…”
The Sharp Blade Shrine is the Howling Banshee Shrine where the Dorals were before. Soshiyang guessed that perhaps it was because of the two of them currently in the royal court that they were a little arrogant.
Doral's reaction was quick, and he immediately turned around and said:
"Your Highness, I will--"
“No need.”
Soshyang raised his hand and interrupted Doral's words, turned to the prophet and said in a deep voice:
"The discipline of the large corps should be strictly controlled. Tell them that if I can't see them within a minute, then I will deprive them of the war mask with the authority of the Phoenix King. They will treat non-combatants for their whole lives and take care of their husbands and children!"
Soshiyang's words made all the spiritual races on the golden chariot look slightly sideways.
The war mask is the most important equipment for the battle path, especially the Howling Banshee. Only after wearing the mask can they devote themselves to the war without worrying that their hearts are swallowed up by the blood and violence of the war. Even the bishop is not qualified to directly deprive a Taoist of the war mask, and at most it is to drive the other party out of the shrine.
Soshiyan's words are quite heavy, not only to deprive the mask of war, but may even prohibit them from joining any battle path.
Less than fifty seconds after he said this, the blood-filled banshees returned to his sight. The leader even took off his mask and stared at Soshiyang, who was a hundred meters away. His angry face opened his lips slightly and was about to say something, but he directly met Doral's cold gaze.
So she immediately lowered her head, put on her helmet again, and returned to her sisters without saying a word.
The end of the battle was a unilateral massacre, praying that every living human on the island would be killed, and the furnaces also hated these Chaos worshippers, and their bodies were also regarded as filth and burned by fire. As early as these follow-up work was in progress, Soshiyan had ordered the island to be rescued.
Chapter completed!