"Your Excellency. We can't hold on any longer. Please evacuate! "
Luoya stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Beneath his feet was the burning city. He had poured all his blood and sweat into this city, but now, it was burning in the artillery fire of Bodo City. As the owner of this city, Luoya was prepared to live and die with this city. However, he could not imagine why Bodo City, which had always been at peace with him, would do this. Moreover, when did their army become so strong?
"I'm going to fight," Luoya said indifferently. He had already put on his armor and picked up a Magic Energy Machine Gun. He had spent a lot of money to buy this gun. In the past, he had only used it to play with. Now, it was really useful. The armored City Lord left the building that overlooked the city and walked into the streets filled with flames and smoke. His army was retreating step by step. The army of Bodo City was attacking the Yellow Dragon. Not long after, he saw the army.
And, Bodo.
"Bodo, I want to fight you one on one!" Luoya roared. Level 15 Origin Energy gushed out, forming a misty flame around his body. He knew that Bodo's combat strength was similar to his. If Bodo was willing to accept the challenge, he would definitely lose. Of course, Bodo might not do anything unnecessary. Even if he lost the war, he would at least save some face.
"Alright, Luoya, I've wanted to play with you for a long time." Bodo's voice came from the other side. He didn't shout loudly, but his voice spread clearly throughout the battlefield.
Then, Luoya saw him walking towards him. Bodo walked calmly with a contemptuous smile on his face, which stung Luoya. Thus, he roared and raised his Magic Energy Machine Gun to attack first. Origin Energy was continuously injected into the Magic Energy Machine Gun, converted into Origin Energy bullets through the sequence, and then sprayed out from the muzzle. The machine gun set off a storm of bullets, enveloping Bodo.
The Origin Energy behind Bodo rushed up, forming the image of a giant bear. Then, the giant bear roared and waved its arm, tearing a hole in the storm of bullets. Luoya was shocked and cried out, "The projection of the ancestor? Impossible, when did you advance! "
"Do I have to report my advancement to you? Roja, lie down! "Bodo charged, and the Giant Bear Phantom behind him rushed forward and slammed into Roja.
Roja was shocked. Since he could release the projection of the ancestor, it meant that Bodo was at least level 20. A gap of five whole levels wasn't something that could be made up for by a mere Heart of Death. He screamed and shot wildly at the phantom of the giant bear, but even when the projection of the giant bear was right in front of him, the image was still mostly intact. Even if this projection wasn't as clear, it still showed the huge gap between him and Luoya.
The Great Bear waved his paw and sent Luo Ya flying. As soon as he fell, he was kicked in the face by Bodo. Then, the Loya soldiers watched their city lord get beaten up. Bodo was like teaching a kid a lesson, easily beating up the city lord who used to be on par with them until he was dizzy. When Loa was unable to get up under his foot, Bob laughed heartily. Then, with a blur, a man gently landed on the ground. He quickly stopped laughing. After all, everything he had now was given to him by this man.
This man with unimaginable power, Kerristan!
Kerristan raised his hand, and Bodo let go of Loa unhappily. Loa was already on the verge of death. Suddenly, he felt a surge of power enter his body, and the Source Energy in his body seemed to be ignited. Then, his entire body felt swollen, and his body rumbled. A moment later, he stood up. He felt that his field of vision was much wider than before, and his Source Energy was pouring out endlessly. He looked at Kerristan in surprise, and the latter said indifferently, "Submit to me, and you will gain power and authority. Resist me, and death will not be your end."
Loa's body trembled. He looked at Bodo beside him and immediately understood. He knelt on the ground with a plop and buried his head deep at Kerristan's feet. "I am willing to follow you, Sir."
Kerristan said with satisfaction, "Apart from the soldiers, hand over all the civilians and have them gather within an hour. If I can't see them, then you will know what it means to live a life worse than death. "
Loa broke out in cold sweat and immediately stood up. He roared and mobilized the soldiers to gather the civilians that had been evacuated.
Kerristan smiled calmly. Everything was going according to his plan. Use humans to deal with humans, retain soldiers, increase their strength, and make these people his lackeys. As for the civilians, they were all transformed into Fire Horned Demons. Although the speed of gathering the Burning Legion was slower, the advantage was that it wouldn't attract too much attention from the humans. Especially the Federation. They would only think that this was a dog-eat-dog battle between warlords. By the time the Federation reacted, the Burning Army had already arrived at their doorstep.
The only thing that made Kerristan unhappy was the other three monarchs. They didn't know what it meant to work together. If they were willing to listen to Kerristan's orders, the Flame of Misfortune believed that his plan would be implemented at least twice as fast. Just as Loa went to gather the civilians, Kerristan's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Then, he let out a howl and turned into a turbid yellow flame that soared into the sky. He drew a rolling trajectory through the wilderness and rushed back to Gold Town.
When he arrived at Gold Town, he saw a fine black crack stretching out. Someone walked out of the spatial crack. It was the Son of Dusk. Kerristan hurriedly landed at the man's feet and was surprised that the aura of the Son of Dusk seemed to have dropped.
The Son of Dusk didn't seem to care and didn't intend to hide it. He said straightforwardly, "Capulo the Berserk Lion is finished, but that old lion is indeed extraordinary. I'm a little injured. Although it's not a big deal, I don't want to stay on this planet anymore. The dusk of this planet will be yours to descend upon. "
Kerristan buried his head on the ground and said, "Vera and Sven are unwilling to cooperate. If Your Highness can deal with the other two planet natives, the dusk of this planet will descend faster."
'I know, but although Archimedes's will was expelled by me, he still remains in Eboynes. He has some emotion for this planet that I can't understand. If I stay too long, I will provide him with the necessary coordinates. So I'm leaving now. As for the two planet natives, their strength is about the same as yours. I have four kings. If you can't deal with them like this, then you won't be able to call yourselves kings in vain! "
Kerristan's entire body trembled as he said solemnly, "I see. No matter what, I will bring down the curtain of dusk on this planet for Your Highness."
"That's how it should be." The Son of Dusk turned around and the Blazing Gate slowly opened. He walked into the Blazing Gate and disappeared into the flames.
When the door closed again, Kerristan exhaled. Then he stood up, a smile on his face. He knew where the Son of Dusk was going. He was going to the Withered Hall of Eboynes. When the twilight bell in the Withered Hall rang, the dusk of the entire universe would officially begin!
"Looks like there is no hope in this universe." Kerristan said indifferently.
Dawn.
Dawn is always hopeful. When people look at the rising sun, they feel that today is another day full of hope.
Capullo had returned to Helm Castle and was back in his office. The wound on his body had temporarily stopped bleeding. That was thanks to Windsor Bellow and Horn. These two experts could be said to be top surgeons. They had performed more than a dozen surgeries on Capullo, forcing him to use a set. Emergency medical equipment stitched up Capullo's wounds. The wound was stitched up, but it was injured by the power of the rules, and the vitality that was constantly flowing out could not be stopped.
The marshal, who was no different from an old man, suddenly felt a chill as he sat in his chair. That was because the Origin Energy that had almost disappeared was no longer able to provide him with the power to resist the cold. So he put on a fox fur cloak, wrapped it around his shivering body, and sat down in the morning light. He was as quiet as an ordinary old man on the surface, sitting in the sunlight at the beginning of the morning light and enjoying the tranquility.
The past was like smoke, faintly fading away in his mind. Capullo remembered a lot. He remembered his training in the sun and sweat when he was young. He thought of the first time he liked a female soldier, and he thought of the powerlessness he felt when he faced the Paragon that day. Then, all of this turned into a calm smile on the old man's face.
Whether it was brilliant or radiant. Now, everything had become the past. In the past, he had fantasized countless times about what it would be like to face the last moments of his life. Perhaps he would be bathed in blood on the battlefield, or perhaps he would be killed by his opponent the moment he killed his enemy, but in those imaginations, there was absolutely no such scene as today. This calmness. Perhaps he would be bathed in blood on the battlefield, or perhaps he would be killed by his opponent the moment he killed his enemy, but in those imaginations, there was absolutely no such scene as today.
This calmness.
He no longer felt any regrets. When his ambitions could not be realized, it was enough to fight against someone who had killed a supreme being and leave some memorabilia for him. He looked at the self-portrait in the office and smiled as he looked at himself dressed in military uniform. He habitually opened the box on the table, took out a cigar, lit it, and put it in his mouth. The taste of cigars was as bitter as ever, just like life.
Capulo tasted it carefully, as if he was reminiscing about his life as a soldier. The office was quiet, except for the sound of cigars burning.
On a mountain outside the Holy Helm Castle, Greed suddenly raised the Endless Battery. The Origin Tool shot out a stream of light into the sky, exploding under the rising sun with millions of brilliant flames that scattered down. Horn lowered the brim of his hat slightly and turned to Mobius, "Let's go, Mr. President. It's time for us to go back. There are still many things to deploy."
Mobius nodded, took off his hat and bowed in the direction of the Holy Helm Castle.
It was a journey to honor a warrior. No matter what he had done, at least at the last moment, he had fought for humanity.
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