The phalanx was shattered in an instant, the oppression of the sea of blood and corpses that covered the sky and the sun shattered the hearts of the enemy, and the "unstoppable" force of the natural disaster caused the soldiers of the Millennial and the New Crusader to flee in embarrassment from each other, and they were all pitiful insects in the face of the irresistible power. The river of blood erodes and gnaws at everything it touches, countless arms struggle to reach out from the Dead River, and the life that was once devoured by Accardo is revealed in another way, and the walking dead belonging to the King of Monsters crawl forward in the Dead River, layered like a swarm of rats facing a flood.

They formed a river of death that brought suffering and calamity, and from the clouds, the scarlet colors quickly soaked London like ink, and spread like a plague.

The spears tied to the iron pot slowly peeked out of the Dead River, which seemed to be a signal, starting with the Iron Pot Army, the Sultan's Guard, the Army of the Principality of Wallachia, and even the people of Wallachia all emerged from the Dead River, roaring with hunger and thirst, and their hoarse voices overlapped each other, like the deafening howl of a monstrous monster.

Now known as "Alucard", it was once the monster of "Dracula", and it howls bitterly.

The literal wave of people rushed into the sky, almost touching the sky. Waves of painfully twisted and struggling bodies and endless blood crashed down, drowning the soldiers who were overwhelmed by the swords they had unleashed at the King of Monsters.

Inside the tempered glass shroud, Marcoswell threw himself on the glass, and he looked in horror at London in hell and shouted in disbelief.

"No way, this can't be!!How could there be such a stupid thing?!I don't believe !!!"

All the living creatures touched by the Dead River were seized by the Monster King's subordinates, and countless arms dragged them into the Dead River, and the monsters with an insatiable thirst for flesh and blood divided and ate the prey they caught, and the creatures that entered the Monster King's stomach immediately joined the array and turned into the power of Accardo.

The new Crusader helicopters were still holding on, and the fire pouring down from the sky into the sea of dead bodies that spread to two-thirds of the height of Big Ben's tower did not help but attract the attention of the enemy. A few small playing cards streaked through the air, and the Black Hawk helicopter, the pride of the new crusaders, was reduced to pieces of metal in the explosion.

"Battle Column Collapse! Your Excellency, please give the order to withdraw the troops! This is no longer a war!!"

Trembling in fear, Marcoswell seemed to have been touched to the sore spot, and although he trembled like a sieve, he still shouted angrily into the radio: "Don't be kidding, I'm not a bishop, I'm an archbishop!"

The magic bullet that pierced through countless helicopters refracted a brilliant trajectory like an aurora in the air, shattering the helicopter that was hanging from the vultures and shouting loudly. Dancing Marcosville fell, grazing his forehead in the collision.

The special glass protective gear of the Dharma King's Hall was of excellent quality, and His Excellency the Archbishop, who fell from a height of hundreds of meters, was not seriously injured by the physical fitness of ordinary people. He raised his head angrily and unwillingly, and his hideous expression instantly turned into a shattering horror.

The undead in the blood gathered in a sea of mountains, and the walking corpses reached out and tore at the tempered glass, their nails scraping against the glass with a screeching sound.

But Marcoswell felt like heaven, and he couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the corpses scratching at the glass in vain.

"This is hardened molten composite tempered glass, don't try to hurt it, you dead!"

Before he could finish speaking, a sword fell from the sky and pierced Marcoswell's shelter, the sharp tip of the sword just a line away from the archbishop's forehead. The smug gleefulness on Marcoswell's face dissipated without a trace, and he stared blankly at the sword in front of his forehead, his mouth twitching with his mouth wide open, and finally erupted into a roar of grief and resentment.

"Andrewson!!!

The hardened glass and Marcosville's hope were reduced to shattered fragments, and the figure of the person who threw the sword seemed to be reflected on the blade of the sword that had been thrown into the sky by the reaction force, and the cold glow from the refracted flames seemed to be the compassionate gaze of angel dust.

"We are Scariot, earthly agents of God's punishment. We will crush your dreams without a trace of contradiction. ”

Andrewson stood atop the ruins, his blue eyes staring at a panicked Marcoswell. He calmly recounted the reasons why he had killed Marcoswell, in a calm but dignified tone.

"Goodbye, my friend. ”

The power-hungry archbishop was seized by the undead who had been swept away, and the terrified Marcoswell finally began to beg for mercy in a panic.

"Go away, go away, you dead, save me, save me, save me, Andrewson, Andrewson!!teacher!teacher!teacher!!"

Several spears pierced Marcoswell's torso, holding him up like a flag. Marcoswell twitched unwillingly in the air, blood slowly flowing down the body of the spear, and His Excellency the Archbishop, who was above ten thousand people, stared at the sky with a pair of bloodshot eyes, and the ambition before the war was all gone, leaving only endless regret and resentment.

The distance of 100 meters was only one step for Andrewson, but he had no intention of rescuing Marcoswell, who had strayed from the sacred path, and calmly looked at those snake-like eyes, and gently drew a cross on his chest.

"May the Lord forgive you for your sins, Amen. ”

All three million four hundred and twenty-four thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven monsters of the Dead River were released, and the scarlet blood gathered into the body of the King of Monsters. A middle-aged man in black iron armor with a wide black cloak spread his hands forward, the former army of the Principality of Wallachia formed behind him, and the Count looked at his river of death with triumph and emptiness, sighing silently.

"It's finally here, River of Death. ”

The Red Devil Army, which had been overwhelmed by countless dead, was safe and sound under the protection of the force field, and Wang Yu looked at the Dead River squeezed outside the invisible force field, and smiled contentedly.

"As is customary, he gave up the first hand. So now, it's time for me to fight back, right?"

Pinning Levatin behind him, the young man raised his right arm flat, and his flesh melted into a flame-like jet-black stream, and the smile on the corner of Wang Hao's mouth became more and more hideous, and he pulled this strange arm back, and then ......

Throw it out!

"Come on!Come on!!Come on!! my darkness, my !! Lethe"

The arm turned into a rolling angry wave, and the pitch-black water, which had expanded ten million times, roared out endlessly from the broken part of the young man's shoulder, and the plastic force field wall that protected his side and the dead river above his head were pushed backwards by this irresistible force, and the red and black rivers rushed opposite each other, making a rolling thunderous collision sound!

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