The moment the hymn rang out, everything was completely different.
The loud noises and roars that rose and fell on the battlefield seemed to have been given substance. Under the control of invisible hands, they burst forth, spread, and surged unceasingly.
It was obviously a fleeting scream, but the lingering sound lingered in the ears, wishing to linger for three days. It was clearly a majestic sound that caused the earth to crack, but before it could spread out, it was crushed to death in its cradle. Only a faint moan like that of a mosquito was drowned out by the noise that was like a tide.
At this moment, all the sounds seemed to have lost their original rhythm and form. Under the gaze of a certain pair of eyes, they rapidly changed, grew, or were cruelly cut off.
In the end, they turned into invisible blades and swords.
The hymn that belonged to the rancher thus fell apart under the shaking of the waves, dissecting into meaningless fragments.
It was as though in the midst of the endless slaughter and struggle of the war, there was only one main axis left between the heavens and the earth.
The only sound.
The hymn of praise that lingered above the wheel of light!
"Impudent!"
The Saint of Hell roared furiously. Scarlet flames burned fiercely in his hollow eyes.
Under the siege of Turel and Sipetotic, he suddenly turned his head and looked with resentment at the center of the enormous wheel of light – the mountain-like head of Bechymos.
— Huai Shi!!!
On the flat surface of the dog's head, the young man sitting cross-legged seemed to have heard a call from afar. He raised his head slightly.
Then, he withdrew his gaze without any interest.
Whistling, he picked up the boiling kettle and poured hot water into the teacup, looking down at the appearance of the tea leaves floating in the water.
Finally, he picked up the teacup and took a sip.
The smell of smoke and blood in the wind was replaced by the bitter tea fragrance.
He smacked his lips, frowned, and poured the tea into the wind.
He continued to boil water.
Humming a song, he leisurely enjoyed the 'scenery'.
Obviously, he was the one who started the war, but now he was completely uninvolved. He was calm and leisurely – he had already spent money to hire people to fight, so why should he personally go into battle?
A third rank?
A gift?
"This time, the six major sects are besieging the Light Summit."
He slapped his knee and sighed. Finally, he waved his fist and shouted at his allies, "There's no need to follow the rules of the martial world when dealing with these demons. Everyone, attack together! Attack together!!!"
Now, not to mention the solidifiers in the abyss, even Kuafu couldn't help but want to smash his head with a hammer!
Under the tax officer's angry roar, dust flew up and the earth shook.
Suddenly, a scarlet color of blood rose from the crowd that was slaughtering like a black tide. Countless pale white skeletons piled up in one place, transforming into a colossus of skeletons that was hundreds of meters tall with two heads and four arms. Wantonly trampling on the dust beneath its feet, it charged madly towards Bechymos!
Good job, kill him!
Kill this bastard with one punch!
This thought surfaced in the minds of countless allies. But very soon, they came to their senses – this bastard must not die. If he did, Bechymos's source substance supply would be gone!
At present, a large part of the source substance used by all the fifth rank cultivators on the battlefield came from Bechymos's light wheels. Once Bechymos was damaged, everyone would be cut off from the internet!
"You want to cut off my wifi? In your f * cking dreams! "
An angry roar rang out.
Under the siege of the dwarf hunters from the Thunderous Sea, Kuafu lifted the golden fishing rod in his hand without even turning his head and threw it behind him.
The fishing rod forged from Shouyang Mountain Copper and Miracle of Longbo expanded against the wind, crossing more than half of the battlefield in an instant. Under the guidance of the fishing hook, the thin line soared in the air like a bird, coiling around the colossal bone and gently hanging on it.
Immediately after, the ground within a radius of one mile sank by sixty centimeters. Amidst the rumbling sounds of mountains collapsing, the colossal statue was actually pulled by the thin line. Dragged by Kuafu, it involuntarily rose into the air and made a circle on the battlefield. Wherever it passed, countless people were tossed into the air like ants. A deep fissure was formed where it landed.
Above the crack, the flames gathered once again, forming the burning silhouette of Agni once more. Someone heard the Indian Level Five curse.
If not for his quick reaction, he would have been buried alive by his allies!
However, on the battlefield, the one with the greatest momentum was neither Kuafu nor the giants from the Americas. Instead, it was the dazzling bolt of lightning that wandered in the blood tide at the center of the battlefield.
Following Lord Yun Zhongjun's will, a forest of thunderbolts pierced out from the clouds. However, they did not dissipate. Instead, they solidified in the air as if they had materialized, gradually forming a cage of destruction.
The Heavenly Drum vibrated, producing a loud sound!
Countless raindrops fell, turned into water vapor, and rose into the air, once again forming a huge cycle. Countless dead lives, shattered souls, and even dissipated source substances were included in this cycle, gathering in Ying Fangzhou's hands!
— — Raising thousands to serve one!
A control-type support like Lord Yun Zhongjun was just so annoying.
Once the cycle was formed, in his cycle, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, willing or not, they were all a part of the cycle and would provide him with power …
It was just like how once Huai Shi's Heavenly Palace was opened, all the dead souls on the battlefield would be forged into iron in the furnace. The larger the battlefield, the more people there were, and the more chaotic it would be. The more dissipated source substances, miracles, and disasters, the more power would flow into his hands in the end through the cycle!
According to the original setting, he should have blessed his allies with this power, so that there would be no shortage of people.
But for Ying Fangzhou … allies? What allies?
I don't see them!
As the former number one attacker of the Path of Heaven's Inquisition, giving up his position? That's impossible!
You guys lie down, I'll take over!
Now, the sixth degree purified lightning gathered above the Waters of Hatred, wantonly scattering everywhere. Wherever it passed, the Blood Sea collapsed, the tide was torn apart, and everything in its path was swept away!
With Lord Yun Zhongjun's rank, this destructive power was already above that of many Level Five existences!
And right in front of him, the demon, who was directly hit by the Waters of Hatred, fell into the Blood Sea again. But then, he rose up again, laughing wildly in excitement.
"That's it! Ying Fangzhou, that's it! Let me see your angry face more, it's so delightful! “
Gala laughed wildly. There was only a small wound on his gold-studded body, but he was not damaged at all!
In his hand, the King's Sword of Nobility, which had been bestowed upon him by the Withered King, shone brightly and emitted a boundless evil light.
— — This was a reward comparable to the position of a ruler!
As the guard and follower of the King of Withered, and the leader of the Imperial Guards, Gala had made many contributions to the fallen country in a long time. The King of Withered even bestowed [Authority] as a reward, enfeoffing the territory of the fallen country, and promoting him to a member of the ruler.
But the demon scoffed at this generous reward.
In the entire Abyss and countless hells, there was only one true ruler and true emperor. Other than that, everyone else was just a figurehead. This was his answer.
Was he happy because of this loyalty, or was he laughing because of this stubbornness? No one knew the meaning of the King of Withered's laughter.
He just casually threw the crown aside, and then bestowed a sword as a reward for his loyal hound.
From that moment on, Gala became the 'hand of the fallen country'.
Wherever the King's Sword of Nobility was, all the forces of the fallen country's army would surrender in front of this sword, offering their souls, bodies, blood, bones, and even everything.
Even the other rulers of the fallen country would do the same.
This was the genuine Sword of Ten Thousand Armies. With this sword, one could mobilize the power of the army and a large group of people without limit and integrate it into oneself.
Now, Gala had truly become the embodiment of the fallen country!
He unleashed this power so wantonly that he did not care about his allies. He even crushed the worms and monsters that rushed up to get in his way, just to fight to his heart's content!
The storm rose from the ground under the slash of the sharp blade, turning into a tornado that rose into the sky against the lightning. It wandered wantonly, sweeping up a large amount of blood and corpses, decorating the stage that belonged to the war.
Blood and lightning collided fiercely.
Yun Zhongjun snorted coldly, and the lightning in his hand trembled, faintly showing signs of collapse. But soon, the lightning condensed again. After turning from pure white to pitch-black, it underwent three more evolutions. Now, there was no longer the outline of lightning in his hand, only a strange halo that filled the air.
Nine Degrees of Purification!
"Again!"
The heavenly palace roared, and tens of thousands of lightning bolts fell!
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The battle was not just in the hinterland of hell.
Whether it was the chess players in the present realm or the leaders of the various lineages, they would never allow such a precious opportunity to be wasted. Just when most of the forces of the abyss were involved in another place, a fierce attack on the enemy's border began again!
Although two days of preparation was not enough to form a decisive advantage in a short period of time, with the sudden attack at this moment, the front line had begun to move forward.
Above the sky, the violent bombardment of the Imprint of Miracle – Fuso fell, and countless Wood Demons had torn apart the Rashomon line of defense set up by the Golden Dawn.
A large number of Wood Demons drove straight in, and under various spells such as shrinking and shifting, they pushed forward with terrifying efficiency.
On the eastern front, after four pastures were uprooted in a row, the fasting circle of the Blessed Land was in imminent danger.
Amidst the pure white smoke from the burning of the holy oil, the knights from the Russian Alliance roared and shouted. They were clad in heavy armor, and the huge horses they rode neighed as they ran amok among the countless domesticated monsters.
It was as if an invisible plow had been shoveled down from the sky, plowing blood and death. Wherever it passed, a deep crack had been dug out in the black tide.
Straight forward!
From one end of the battlefield, they dug through to the other end, then, they turned around and did it again!
When tens of thousands of troops gathered as one, the knights blessed by the Holy Spirit merged into one, sharing the same soul, the same miracle, and the same blessing.
The badge of the Maltese Cross was like an eagle, flapping in the smoke!
And in this turbulent battle, there seemed to be a moment of complete silence. All the noise disappeared without a trace, and all the movements froze in the air.
The galloping knights stopped abruptly in the midst of the enemy, and everyone was frozen in place.
Then, shrill screams spread out from under the armor, and distortion and solidification spread among the army that had turned into a record of events.
In just three short flicks of the fingers, the holy light disappeared without a trace.
What replaced it was a viscous black flame that flowed out continuously from the gaps of the armor. The distorted giant horse slowly turned around and faced its allies behind it.
A brazen change of sides!
At this moment, outside the chessboard, the pure white of the Knight Hospitaller had been completely dyed black …
With the sudden solidification, the label that appeared on the chessboard also changed slowly, revealing a mocking smile to the chess players.
[Knight Hospitaller (Woodman)]!
From this moment onwards, this large group of elites broke away from the hands of the present realm and belonged to the ranks of hell, becoming the vanguard of hell!
And it was through this short gap that the power of the jesters merged into the battlefield, causing the originally clear situation to once again return to chaos!
As for the feelings of the chess players …
Perhaps only the word 'disgusting' could describe it!
Damn the Golden Dawn!
It was just like facing the hell creatures in the utopia … Now, it was the turn of the present realm's Sublimators to angrily scold how there was such a thing that messed with people's minds!
As a member of the Golden Dawn, Woodman, who now used Faust as a medium to descend, had lost his framework and laws.
Now, he was the incarnation of the devil Mephisto, and he only had two skills: [Formlessness] and [Shift].
The former allowed Woodman to not have a physical body, and he could not be killed by material or source attacks. The latter allowed him to quickly corrupt and control all creatures with souls with a sufficient supply of source substances.
If Sublimators with independent souls were a little difficult to deal with, dealing with this large group that could only produce qualitative changes in numbers was easier than yawning for him!
Unless it was a Stigmata that specialized in controlling souls or a divine mark in the same field, it was a nightmare.
Not only could they not be killed, driven away, or dispelled, but if they were not careful, they could be read, brainwashed, and corrupted … They were like flies that kept buzzing in their ears, disgusting to the core!
At this time, they could only use something even more disgusting …
Only magic could defeat magic!
If they encountered someone who messed with their minds, they could only use a more mind-messing method to get back at them!
At that moment, the chess player from India, Arudni, threw out the card in his hand expressionlessly.
[Sincerity – Stonecurse Immortal]!
A Level 5 Sublimator from India who maintained the system, the peak of all ascetic practices and cultivation, the embodiment of all things karma.
Brahman Immortal!
Now, feel the horror of great wishes and curses!
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