Qianye knew that he could not expect the Artois tribe to have any concept of war. For them, the concept of the Holy Mountain was more of a belief. Everything involved faith, which meant that there was no room for negotiation, even if Qianye had
Even if the aura of the Holy Spirit's dictation surrounds you, that won't work either.
Qianye gave up the idea of withdrawing the frontline troops, shrinking the battlefield, and fighting Medanzo in the Holy Land. But he would not sit back and watch Artois' stupid tactics. It was too late to rush over at this moment, the Wuguang King.
If they really want to show off their power, hundreds of Artois warriors plus giant war gods won't be able to sustain it for long.
So Qianye grabbed the elder and almost shouted in his ear: "If you don't want these warriors to die in vain, then listen to me. Only I can deal with the black devil of destruction, do you understand?"
The elder stared at Qianye for a moment and then said: "I don't believe in you, but I believe in the Holy Spirit."
"If it weren't for killing the black devil of destruction, I wouldn't need you to believe in me." Dealing with this group of primitive and stubborn Artois people also made Qianye feel very tired. He had just experienced Andua's farewell.
, I feel very bad at the moment.
I don’t know whether he realized his own shortcomings or the heavy losses in the previous battle made the elder change his mind. He slowed down his voice and said: "We will listen to you in this battle. Please remember that our warriors in Artois are invincible.
Afraid of sacrifice."
"Sacrifice and death are two different concepts." The meaning of this sentence is a bit too complicated, and Qianye doesn't know if the elder can understand it.
After receiving the command, Qianye immediately reorganized his troops, gathered all the troops that could go out, and re-designated the commander. This time he gathered a full 500 warriors, plus three giant war gods. These troops left the Holy Land.
Only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left.
Facing the reorganized troops, Qianye hesitated for a moment and then said: "Soldiers with crystallization come forward."
About a hundred soldiers came out in response, Qianye said: "The battle has begun, are your tasks clear?"
"Come as close as possible to destroy the Black Devil and weaken his defense." The leading soldier said loudly. He seemed to be talking about an ordinary tactic, rather than paving a way with the lives of himself and his comrades.
Qianye nodded and checked their equipment one last time. In fact, there was nothing to check. The Artois soldiers' equipment was primitive and crude, and no new equipment could be developed in such a short period of time.
After the preparations for the war were completed, Qianye ordered the troops to march towards the battlefield along the predetermined route, but he limited the marching speed, so that he expected to meet Metanzo in a relatively complex area. The complex terrain is very difficult for people living in the other world.
The indigenous warriors are an absolute advantage.
At this moment, in the distance, the Sunless King stood in the sky, with a pile of corpses at his feet. The two giant gods of war still maintained their fighting posture, obviously fighting to the end. However, their death conditions were also the worst, and none of their limbs could be saved.
The vampire subordinates were cleaning the battlefield. Medanzo didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment, he came back to his senses and said: "What good things can these natives have? There is no need to clean up. Let's go directly."
Naturally, the vampires did not dare to question, but a spider demon marquis said: "Your Majesty, these natives are not low in combat power, and they are very valuable in their own right."
Medanzuo raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice: "Are you questioning my order?"
"I don't dare, I just want to make a suggestion for your reference."
A dangerous light flashed in the depths of Metanzo's eyes, and his voice became calm and soft: "Don't forget, even after the new order of the pure world is established, the Queen of the Night will be the most important pillar, you spider demons
You are not qualified to be superior to the current vampires, let alone a little marquis like you, so it is absolutely normal for you to die in battle in this world."
The Spider Demon Marquis was not very afraid and said: "I am a direct blood descendant of the Spider Queen."
A strange look flashed in Metanzo's eyes, and he said softly: "It seems that inferior species are inferior species. You will never understand that having the blood of the Spider Queen will not make you safer, but will only make you appear more
tasty."
The Marquis of the Spider Demon's face suddenly changed drastically, and just as he was about to run away, the Metazord in front of him blurred for a while and then disappeared. A sword edge protruded from his chest.
Metanzo pressed down his wrist and cut the Marquis of the Spider Demon in half. Blood spurted out on him, but Metanzo closed his eyes slightly, appearing to enjoy it very much. After a long time, he opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "
The smell of the Spider Queen is truly the best in the world!"
All the vampire subordinates were doing their own thing silently, as if they had become deaf and blind, unable to see or hear anything.
Metazord suddenly smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, don't worry. The spider demons used to be just an inferior race, and they can't be compared with our noble vampires. In fact, you don't know the history and heritage of the vampires, nor do you know
The river of blood has created many great people in the past. Even demon descendants can only become our vassals in the future."
The vampire subordinates nodded one after another, looking proud of themselves. But what they thought in their hearts was another matter. At least those who followed Metanzo now had surrendered during or even before the Twilight Battle.
Come on, such behavior has nothing to do with nobility.
Where their strength lies, they all have a basic self-awareness. They know that even if the Vampire Clan can rise in the future as Medanzo said, it will definitely have nothing to do with them.
Medanzo didn't force himself, and rolled up the purple-black blood energy, absorbing all the blood on his body.
He looked in the direction of the Holy Mountain, with an almost crazy expression, and murmured to himself in a voice that no one could hear clearly: "You will never know that the Vampire Clan once had two Holy Mountains at the same time! You will never
Know……"
All the vampire subordinates have a tacit understanding to search far away, as far away as possible from Metanzo. They are just small people. They don't know the relationship between Metanzo and the Queen of the Night, nor do they know Metanzo's confidence in daring to kill the vampire of the Spider Queen.
.As immortals, especially those who surrendered before the war started, they just want to live and leave this damned world alive.
"There is no need to pack up, let's set off. I think there will be more natives waiting for us in front." Metazo said, slowly moving forward, and all the vampire subordinates quickened their pace and hurriedly followed.
Just as he started, Medanzo suddenly stopped and sprayed several purple-black blood blades with his hand, cutting off several strange trees around him.
"Have you seen enough?" Medanzo sneered.
The subordinates of the Vampire Clan didn't know what King Wuguang was talking about, so they just followed him silently, all of them trembling with fear, not daring to look around.
In the distance, Qianye's will is still linked to the mother tree, staring coldly at Metanzo. Several alien trees were chopped down, leaving several black areas in the mother tree's field of vision, but they were quickly filled by the vision of other alien trees.
.Unless Metazord cuts down all the alien trees in the world, it will be impossible to escape the surveillance of the mother tree. (https:)