"Who dares to kill my people from the Southern Territory Temple!" Tuoba Jun's roar resounded throughout the sky. His face turned red with anger, as if he was about to bleed. His fists were clenched, and veins popped out.
His eyes flashed with crazy anger.
Thirteen of them, as the geniuses of the Southern Territory Holy Church, traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers to come to this northern land. They originally wanted to show off the prestige of the Holy Church. Unexpectedly, they had two companions before they actually went into battle.
A tragic death. Such a loss is simply a great shame and humiliation for the Southern Territory Church.
The anger in Tuoba Jun's heart was like a volcanic eruption, which was difficult to contain. He could not accept this fact, let alone someone who dared to challenge the majesty of the Southern Territory Temple.
"Besides the Tyrant Empire, there is no one else who dares to kill the temple." The chief priest's voice was a little heavy, and he sighed, as if he was also feeling helpless at this sudden turn of events.
When Tuoba Jun heard this, his face became even colder. He stared at the chief priest with a cold light in his eyes: "Northern chief priest, I now order you to start a war immediately and destroy the Tyrant Empire! Otherwise, I will send my father back directly.
What will happen to your northern Xinjiang Holy Church then, huh..."
His words were full of threats, which made the chief priest's heart throb. He knew very well the status of Tuoba Jun's father in the Southern Territory Church. Once he really went back, the future of the Northern Territory Holy Church would be in jeopardy.
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Although the chief priest was unhappy in his heart, the reality did not allow him to hesitate. He took a deep breath, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "That's it, there are only two days left anyway, let's leave immediately and go to Batian
empire."
As soon as this decision came out, the whole army was excited. The soldiers cheered. They had been depressed for too long and finally had a chance to vent. They were eager to fight and to use the blood of the enemy to wash away the humiliation of this period.
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As a result, the army marched toward the Tyrant Empire in a mighty manner. Their footsteps were firm and powerful, as if they were going to tremble the entire earth.
In the Tyrant Empire, Ling Xiao was sitting quietly on the top of a mountain, practicing with his eyes closed. His breath was calm and deep, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth.
However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two sharp rays of light. He felt the vibration and noise coming from the distance, and knew that the enemy had arrived.
He stood up, his figure as loose as a pine tree, and his momentum as powerful as a rainbow. He looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with determination. He knew that this battle was related to the life and death of the Tyrant Empire, and he had to go all out.
"Send the order and prepare for war!" Ling Xiao's voice spread throughout the empire like thunder, making everyone excited. They knew that their king was ready, and they would follow his footsteps to welcome this battle together.
A coming war.
after one day.
In the sky, a dense mass of floating battleships loomed like dark clouds, rushing toward the Tyrant Empire in a mighty manner.
These warships were like giant steel beasts, soaring in the sky, making rumbling roars that shook the entire world.
On top of the battleship stood densely packed warriors of the Templar Alliance, their figures becoming taller and more powerful in the afterglow of the setting sun.
These warriors wore different armors and held various magical weapons. Their eyes were firm and sharp, revealing endless fighting spirit and determination.
Millions of warriors gathered into a torrent, and their auras intertwined together to form a powerful aura that seemed to be able to tear apart the void and shake the world.
Their voices merged into a thunderous shout, like rolling thunder, making people's hearts surge and their blood boiling.
In this vast sky, the floating battleships and warriors together formed a shocking picture.
Their arrival made the entire Tyrant Empire feel unprecedented pressure, as if an earth-shattering war was about to break out.
As the battleships approached, nervous and orderly figures began to appear on the walls of the Tyrant Empire.
The soldiers stood ready, staring at the enemy in the sky, ready to face the upcoming challenge.
In this tense atmosphere, people also felt the fear and expectation brought about by the coming war.
On top of the city tower, Ling Xiao looked far into the distance. The huge sense of oppression brought by the fleet in the sky was even more terrifying than the last time, because this time, almost 90% of the forces in Northern Xinjiang had joined the Holy Temple Alliance.
There are millions of troops, and the weakest ones are in the divine bone realm.
Those who are lower than this level are not qualified to appear on the battleship.
"Your Majesty, have you ever regretted it?"
Ji Mingkong asked with a smile.
"Regret? Regret for offending the Holy Church? Or regret choosing to persevere?" Ling Xiao asked.
"Forget it. After all, we may not be able to withstand this crisis." Ji Mingkong smiled bitterly.
"If you do it, do it. There is nothing to regret. If I die here because of my decision, it will be my own fault. There is no way I can regret it."
Ling Xiao shook his head and said: "After experiencing so much, my determination is unmatched by that of ordinary people."
"But has your Majesty ever considered that with your talent, if you escape early, even the North Border Hall Master will not be your opponent in the near future, let alone Tuoba Tian."
Ji Mingkong said.
"I am the king of the Tyrant Empire, do you want me to be a deserter?"
Ling Xiao shook his head and said: "It's easy for me to leave, but if I abandon the Tyrant Empire, then my martial arts heart will be completely ruined."
"What's more, I haven't lost this battle yet."
"Yes, then I will sacrifice my life to accompany you."
Ji Mingkong smiled. Although it was dangerous for Ling Xiao to stay, it would boost morale the most. If Ling Xiao didn't leave, the Tyrant Empire would not fall.
Mu Xuanyu, Xiao Kuangren, Bai Zhou, Zulong, Jin Yan, Murong Xue, etc. were all standing there, with solemn expressions in their eyes, but at the same time they were determined.
The enemy is very strong and it is impossible to say there is no pressure, but if they are asked to surrender like this, they cannot do it.
"Palace Master Mu, Sect Master Xiao, you can actually leave. There is still a chance now. I believe that as long as you leave, the Holy Church will not make things difficult for you."
Ling Xiao suddenly said.
"Don't leave!"
Mu Xuanyu shook her head.
"I'm not leaving either!"
Madman Xiao also said.
"Why?"
Ling Xiao was a little strange.
"Because you didn't leave, I bet you could win!" Mu Xuanyu and Xiao Kuangren almost answered in unison.
"Probably will die."
Ling Xiao said.
"Why be afraid of death? If you win the bet, you will die, if you lose the bet, you will die. We know very well." The two people's opinions are very unified.
"Forget it, in that case, let's fight."
Ling Xiao stopped talking nonsense. At this time, everyone who should have left has already left, and everyone who should have taken refuge with the enemy has already done so.
There are no cowards left.
"war?"
The chief priest's voice sounded: "Ling Xiao, your tone is too loud. Not to mention that the existence behind you has basically disappeared. Even if they are still there, Master Tuoba Tian can deal with them alone. The remaining people,
what would you do?"
"You talk too much nonsense. If you want to fight, we will fight. I killed the four of you priests last time. This time, you three will stay."