The huge stone door shattered in a loud bang. Claudechel, who had completely become a messenger of Slaanes, drove a twisted chariot through the dust cloud. The original servants had turned into monsters like Slaanes beasts, and the main structure of the chariot also changed from metal to flesh and tendons. A large group of Slaanes demons stood in the carriage holding Ada's corpse and screaming wildly. Countless depraved human soldiers with half crying and half laughing followed closely behind.
Claudechel was standing on the chariot, still fat but highly mutated, he let out a deafening laugh, and a spear made of the bones and flesh of the dead man Ada was held tightly in his hand.
The landscape consisting of broken patterns and dusty sculptures extends from this temple filled with psychic halos to the Slaanes believers. In the center of the huge and dilapidated temple, the real treasure, the soul of Ada's world, is also the core of his promotion.
As Claudechel and his fallen army marched among the collapsed statues of the forgotten gods, he could feel his appearance twisting and rolling the soul trapped in the stones. The demons trembled with joy when they noticed it.
"Praise the Dark Prince! Sing! Dance! Enjoy!"
The surging carnival army quickly rushed to the roots of the World Tree, where there was a large pool, and an altar rose from the center of it. The center was a beautiful white deer that seemed to be dying on the ground. It was wrapped in amber energy. The big mouth on Claudechel's abdomen instinctively stretched out his disgusting tongue, as if urging him to hurry up and get the spoiled.
However, they have to deal with a little trouble before that.
With the shining light, the invaders stopped in an instant, and then burst into continuous explosions in the fallen army. Countless soldiers covered with blood were torn apart, followed by dense bomb rains and lasers. When the once calm temple turned into a scene of slaughter, the demons responded to the Aida spirits blocking the White Deer Pool with screams.
This may be the last battle of the Linnai Kingdom. No matter what identity he was, both men, women, young and old, they took up weapons to defend their homeland.
The grazers cursed the arrival of the great enemy slaves. As the backbone of the spiritual power of the Linnai Kingdom, they could not directly participate in the battle. Instead, they had to use all their strength to fight against the blasphemy power emitted by the enemy, and avoid the Slaane demons taking away the will and combat power of the warriors with just screaming.
"Okay, okay! Come on more!"
Claudechel laughed and waved the whip made of his spine with his other hand. The tongue stretched out from his huge mouth in his abdomen rolled the bloody meal plates around him, and more than a dozen soul stones were instantly drawn into it.
Then a thick fog spurted out from the other "mouths" on his body. With the cheerful cry, the new Slaane Demons penetrated the curtain and poured out from the sub-space. The obscene bodies collided with the charming shells. They were jubilant on the floor of the temple's love poems, and the sound of leather slapping everywhere in the air.
"Has Yongshuang's Heart not awakened yet?"
Valentino Ravic rode his strong carnivorous Tyrannosaurus towering above the surrounding dragon knights, but his expression seemed very anxious and sad.
No matter what the outcome of this battle was, it was difficult for him to face it. The Linnai Kingdom had never suffered such a shame. The invaders rushed around in their most sacred woodland. The ancient guide stones were blown into debris, and the plants that had grown for tens of thousands of years turned into rotten liquid slurry.
"Your Majesty, there are not...the ladies and foresters working hard."
At this time, the first wave of Slaane Demons and believers had arrived at the roadblocks temporarily built by Adas. The woodland guards holding long swords accurately waved up and down the limbs of the fallen people, splitting the demon's skulls, and crossing out the filthy internal organs.
The silent warriors quickly painted the bluestone blood-red, but more enemies still existed, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would eventually be dragged down by the number.
No matter how many deaths were, the soldiers who had fought for the empire became madmen who only knew to mumble in ambiguous manner. Their brains and consciousness had been completely crushed, which made them lose almost all discipline, and only knew to follow the incense action emitted by the Scribner demons, but they still knew how to use weapons, but they were no longer accurate.
But in the face of quantity, even the laser shooting blindly still has a terrifying momentum
The battle between the two sides suddenly became fierce, and humans and demons fell in large numbers, and Ada continued to fall backwards. Some of them even briefly broke through the barrier and tore Ada's body with their claws.
However, they often rage in a few seconds and will be taken away by flashing arrows.
The White Deer Guard stared at these demons, using their limited power to the places where they needed it most. At this time, all Ada's emotions were already connected to each other, and the fall of each compatriot would bring them pain and even more intense anger.
Ivroyeia, who had lost his mount, stood with the woodland guards. When the enemy approached, he pushed the spear out and pierced into the chest of a human soldier whose skin had been torn to pieces on his face. A touch of flesh instantly came from the touch.
Something wet and smelly splashed around, but the human was still laughing without feeling at all.
Ivroyeia felt something and looked up, and saw a large shadow pounce on him. He shook his wrist and threw away the soldier and quickly retreated.
A seane beast jumped in front of him. As he watched the narrow beastly face and the evil spirit that was boiling in the hole that should have appeared in its eyes, he felt a pulsation of fear boiling in his body.
Then, the Slaine beast let out a deafening scream. The woodland guards closest to the Slaine beast fell to the ground in an instant, blood flowing out of their eyes and noses, and their hands grabbed their heads in great pain.
But a glowing arrow suddenly passed through the shadow above the prince's head, and sparked a spark on the Slaane beast. At the same time, several demons were also shot to death.
Ivroyeia took the opportunity to rush forward and defeated the enemy with a spear, but the fallen woodland guards around had lost their combat effectiveness and could only be led by their compatriots.
The battle continues, and the warable soldiers of Ada are also decreasing slowly but irresistible.
Suddenly, the earth suddenly trembled like a miniature earthquake. Then the Aida burst into cheers of joy and shouted a name-
Heart of Frost!
Chapter completed!