In a quarter of an hour, all the Plague Knights were slaughtered to the last.
Half an hour later, the countless kobolds that covered the mountains and plains finished their search. They excitedly pushed carts and took away everything that was shiny, hard, or could even scrape off a bit of iron powder.
They threw a large number of skeletons into the charcoal fire and threw the spoils of war into the furnace. Amidst the fanatical praises, pairs of eyes were illuminated by the furnace fire, causing the black fur of the kobolds to be covered in a layer of red light.
An hour later, the Sun Ship rumbled into the distance, and the ruins returned to silence.
An hour and a half later, the sky shattered, and countless black dots fell from the sky. A desolate storm blew from afar, bringing with it the wails of the remnants of hell and the mockery of those who had left.
This time, no one dared to slack off or be careless.
They advanced step by step.
The army of hell was extremely vigilant, on guard against the attack of the Sun Ship at all times. The light of the large-scale secret ritual shrouded the sky and earth.
But even after two hours, there were still no signs or traces of it.
Amidst the whistling of the wind in the distance, the rulers of the two armies looked at each other, unable to hide their gloomy expressions … and even unconsciously relaxed and rejoiced.
Maybe, probably, maybe … that group of people from the Present Realm had really left … right?
"Left?"
On the altar, in the huge bronze mirror, there was a gorgeous and eerie palace, as well as a strange figure wearing a thin veil on the throne.
Looking down at his subordinates who were crawling under the stairs.
His gaze was as if he was looking at two lumps of incombustible garbage that had suddenly fallen in front of him. It was filled with incomprehensible surprise and confusion.
The host of the banquet pondered for a long time and finally seemed to understand what had happened. "In other words, there were so many of you, so many of you … a total of five legions, but not only were you unable to stop them, three of you were even killed. And then … you just let them leave like that?"
He made a gesture of flapping his wings and repeated, "Left?"
None of the leaders of the reinforcements dared to speak. They just remained silent and crawled on the ground, trembling.
In the silence, the host of the banquet held his chin and pondered for a long time. Suddenly, he came to a realization and couldn't help but pat the chair and laugh.
"Hahaha, this joke is really good. I like your sense of humor. I admit that I was a little scared by you guys just now!
You bunch of clever brats, always coming up with new tricks for me … Alright, I'll stop joking around. Where's the little cutie I want? "
He looked up expectantly and said, "Hurry up and bring him here. Let me see if you've hurt him."
In the dead silence, there was still no one speaking.
The subordinate who was crawling on the ground was sweating profusely. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead and fell into the dust. He could feel the gaze that fell on him gradually becoming heavy, and it was filled with a coldness and malevolence that made him shudder.
There was no more hope.
"You're not joking?" The smile on the host's face gradually disappeared.
The subordinate swallowed his saliva with difficulty and nodded.
"Then why are you bunch of trash still alive?"
The wine cup in the host's hand gradually changed shape. The wine that was brewed from endless desire and thirst fell to the ground, wriggling like a living creature and making sizzling noises.
"Damn it, three legions!!!"
After ninety years, after being promoted to ruler, the host once again experienced a long-lost rage. "More than six legions that were fully equipped with war weapons were all killed by a group of people from the present realm?
Even if it were three legions of pigs, they wouldn't be able to kill them all in two days, right?! "
In the bronze mirror, the furious host of the banquet threw out the wine cup in his hand. The bronze mirror shook violently, and the pinched cup broke through the air and smashed into the army overlord's head with a loud bang. Half of the army overlord's head was instantly blown away, and his entire body was sent flying away.
But soon, the lord got up again. He didn't even dare to treat his upper body. He crawled back like a dog and kowtowed crazily.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
"I didn't expect it either, Holy Lord. We've already sent reinforcements as fast as we can without any delay … But I, I …"
Who would have thought that the people in front would be so fast for nothing?
This matter really couldn't be blamed on him. After receiving the news, he rushed over and didn't even have time to drink a mouthful of water. But who would have thought that he didn't make it in time?
Who else could he blame?
The trash in front was already dead. Could he pull them out of the furnace and whip their corpses?
Now, there was no dust!
Someone had to take the blame and be responsible for this.
In hell, there was no such thing as limited responsibility. Instead, it was a cruel military punishment. A fair and just trial would never exist. Only the joy and anger of the superiors dominated everything.
He hated those bastards to death in his heart. It was fine if they died, but why did they have to drag them down with them?
But now, he had to take out something, even if it was just a little harvest. He had to quickly divert the Holy Lord's attention. Otherwise, he would really be demoted to the slave army …
"A survivor!"
He was quick-witted, and his eyes lit up. "We also found a survivor! There's still a guy alive! He must know something! "
"…"
In the long silence, a cold gaze quietly looked at him. After a long time, the host said, "Bring him up."
Soon, the sound of galloping horses was heard.
With a tragic cry, an iron cage was dragged over. When the door of the cage was opened, the ghoul, who was almost on his last breath, rolled out.
He whimpered and panted with difficulty.
He was convulsing and trembling.
It could be seen that those people treated him very well. They even bandaged and treated his wounds, as if they were afraid that he would die.
They even used bandages to tie a huge bow on his head.
Now, the bow had long been dyed red with blood.
It became more and more festive and funny.
The host of the banquet glanced at it coldly and returned to his throne. His fingers tapped on the back of the chair impatiently.
"Are you mute!"
The army overlord kicked him. "Speak!"
"I … I …"
The ghoul curled up on the ground, twitching. He tried to open his eyes and look around. Finally, he mustered his courage and looked at the projection of the ruler on the bronze mirror.
"That person … he, he said …" The ghoul's tears flowed. "He asked me to … bring you a message …"
The host's expression froze slightly, and he raised his eyebrows.
"He said … he said …"
While choking, the ghoul began to twitch violently. It was as if something was rapidly growing and expanding in his body, greedily devouring his soul and internal organs, dominating his will.
It was as if molten iron was flowing out of a furnace, causing its eyes to emit a dazzling radiance. Through the ghoul's eyes, it cast a cold glance at the ruler.
A low and calm voice sounded from its throat, conveying the words from Huai Shi.
It was full of tiredness, disgust, and 120,000% impatience.
He said,
"It's about time."
At that moment, the intense light in his eyes finally turned into flames. It spewed out from his mouth and nose, rising rapidly and completely burning the ghoul.
But in his chest, under the sutures, an iron wheel finally moved to the last grid.
There was a crisp sound.
"Ding!"
It was as if a tuning fork had been struck, causing another tuning fork buried deep under the ground to resonate.
Like the lingering sound at the end of a movement, the ground began to wriggle like the waves of the sea. Hell trembled. Fissures appeared out of thin air on the bulging ground. What rose from within them was an intense light of destruction. With two whole legions as the materials, the fury of Ramses gushed out!
Hundreds of tons of metal explosives were scattered under the ruins, and a huge explosion cycle was formed by secret instruments and iron wires. Above a small spark, the burning sea tore the earth's crust apart and reached out to the sky.
Embrace Hell!
What followed was endless darkness.
In the center of the explosion, a pitch-black bullet quietly disintegrated, and the solidified divinity from Great Si Ming flowed out. In an instant, it covered everything, eroded everything, and dissolved everything …
It devoured everything that was covered by the shockwave!
When the earth-shattering shock swept through, the original ruins were gone, along with the one and a half legions stationed around.
Only a deep crater was left. The flawless and smooth walls formed a hemisphere of Tiancheng. And in the center, on top of the remaining stone pillar, there was only a cracked bronze mirror left.
The gravely injured feudal lord crawled on the ground and coughed violently, spitting out his internal organs and blood.
He did not dare to moan.
He could only kowtow to the bronze mirror and beg frantically.
On the cracked mirror, the host of the feast did not speak. She only looked down at everything silently. After a long, long time, she sighed faintly.
"Tell me, why did I raise a bunch of trash like you …"
In the mirror, there was a boiling voice.
It was as if some kind of sticky gelatinous substance had torn apart the container.
The surrounding shamans screamed in horror and fled. The host of the feast's body was rapidly expanding. Dozens of big mouths filled with sharp teeth slowly opened on her gorgeous and strange face, and swallowed all the living things in the entire hall!
Until finally, in the darkness, there was only a furious gasp.
"Mobilize all the legions and manpower in the nearby depths."
Dozens of screams overlapped and turned into an ear-piercing roar.
"Chase after her!"
.
.
"Counting the time, our gift should have been delivered, right?"
On the bridge of the Sun Ship, Huai Shi glanced at the time on the screen. "I wonder how the reaction is?"
"It's just as you expected."
Water Embroidered Snail, who had been admiring the ultra-high-definition image in the front row, said, "The child is very delicious and likes the food very much. After the host of the feast received it, she was moved to tears. "
"An excellent counterattack and warning."
Odum concluded, "According to my observation, many people who heard the news and wanted to take advantage of it have already retreated …
It can be predicted that in the next few days, we will get a rare period of peace. "
"But as a price …"
It paused for a moment and said softly, "Next, there will definitely be more severe storms, right?"
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