The vast mountains divide the continent into north and south, the northern part of the mountain is the dark territory ruled by the wasteland beasts, and the southern part of the mountain is where the Argonian people live. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the Argonians wiped out other alien races, they established thirty-nine kingdoms with different systems and cultures.

After successive wars and alliances - countless small nations were either conquered or united into a single kingdom, and now only a few kingdoms are left with little difference in strength from each other.

The Argonians worship the Black Dragon Princess Candle Hime, who rules their plane, and the princess is a deity shared by the Argonians.

They prayed that the princess would help them through the greatest crisis, but nothing responded.

The great crisis stems from the invasion on the other side of the mountain, the countless dark beasts, a mutant of what the wulongs call alien beasts. Under the manipulation of the Wasteland Beasts, they crossed the mountains and began to hunt the Argonians, who were completely slaughtered prey, and under the blows of the Alien Beasts, their numbers increased from billions to tens of millions. Brilliant magic, and cutting-edge mechanical technology, have failed to stop the army of Wastelandmon.

The last remaining Argonian people established their last and only kingdom, the Mamon Democratic Union Republic.

There are many contradictions within the Alliance, and the Alliance's army is still composed of soldiers from different countries in the national era, they all have hatred for each other, and they can barely get along with each other by relying solely on the personal prestige of the Alliance Chairman and the threat of foreign beasts.

With the cooperation of the investigation committee, the alliance sent explorers in the direction of the mountain. After a terrible sacrifice, the explorers finally found a gap in the mountain through which the beasts passed.

After convincing the majority of the members of Congress, the chairman of the Alliance ordered the construction of a 10,000-meter-long fortress and united the armies of dozens of different Argonian races within the Alliance, making them abandon their hatred of each other and form a true Alliance Army.

Soldiers were ordered to learn the same language, and when they did, they were disorganized into different military sequences, and then sent to garrison the Longwall Fortress with the new commander.

This is an absolutely defended castle consisting of a long wall hundreds of meters high and 10,000 meters long. The wall extends to the sea, completely separating the world behind the wall from the world outside the wall.

There are more than fifty fortresses located close to the long wall. There are usually forts every two hundred meters, and each fortress is garrisoned by a large number of soldiers.

On the walls, there are also countless soldiers.

It is a city fortified and guarded by long walls and strong fortresses.

Unfortunately, the long walls that make up the city are no longer strong under the continuous blows. The fortress is no longer as reassuring as a rock.

Although there are Argonian warriors who dare to stand on the city walls to defend desperately, although there are Argonian warriors who never leave the fortress...... But under the domination of fear, the people of the city, the people who are guarded, will still feel from the bottom of their hearts that this is an immaculated city of brave warriors, unreliable walls, and impenetrable fortresses.

Yes, while the Argonian warriors who guard this place are brave, what's the use? The walls aren't as reliable as they seem, and the fortress isn't necessarily as impregnable as it once was.

Under the constant onslaught of foreign beasts, a city as solid as a rock will fall. A Argonian warrior standing on the wall, exuding an extraordinary temperament, looked at the countless corpses of alien beasts below and sighed slightly. At the moment, his mind imagines neither victory nor defeat. All he thought about was the fall of the wall.

Once the wall does fall, it will not only be the end of the hundreds of thousands of Argonian soldiers stationed there this time...... All life behind the walls will disappear under the impact of the beast. This terrible scene is by no means a coward's imagination, but has happened many times.

Although every time the alliance always survives and repairs the longwall.

But that kind of luck is just because the alien beast can't get close to the temple covered by the power of the black dragon princess, but the power of the wasteland beast will always exceed the divine power left by the princess here, and at that time, the alliance will really be over.

The lives that have perished due to foreign beasts are tens of millions of times, and what about the remaining tens of millions, this kind of negative thinking always lingers in the hearts of the high-ranking people, but they don't dare to spread this kind of thinking to the lower-class people.

Strange beasts are like a flood, which will never perish.

More Argonians are still fighting, and new warriors from the city are constantly training in the Temporal Sage's hut, supporting the battle of the Guardian Front. Despair remains a haze that never dissipates.

It was a city guarded by Argonian soldiers, and a city surrounded by despair.

The creaping sound of the beast's corpse being burned did not make any fluctuations in the numb Argonian warriors, and the battle continued not because there was any hope of victory, but because no one was willing to perish without any resistance.

"Roar, roar, roar~" The harsh voice was sharp and rough, and the contradiction was incomparable. Ordinary Argonian soldiers were extremely uneasy because of this extremely contradictory and strange voice, but even the strongest samurai Goan, who stood in the most conspicuous position and was watched by all Argonians, lost his mind in a short moment.

The call of the Wasteland Beast, it is summoning the Alien Beast to attack.

Sure enough, in the distance, a terrible herd of beasts had appeared.

An extremely strong sense of murder struck the face. The Argonian soldiers tightened their spears in their hands, fighting despair with the most primitive yet effective weapon.

Strange beasts, powerful monsters that began to appear in this world ruled by dragons at some point. They are powerful, not just powerful. It's more about the fear they bring to all life.

Alien beasts do not arise out of thin air, they may be some powerful life, or they may be weak and harmless, or even tiny life that is not noticed at all. Under the mysterious power unknown to the Wasteland Beast, the originally weak existence underwent an unimaginable mutation and became the enemy of life.

These beasts are born from their original living bodies. They will produce a variety of different types depending on their original bodies.

Their strength does not depend on the strength of their original mutations, and their originally weak beings may also be extremely powerful after they become alien beasts.

Alien beasts don't have any emotions, so naturally they don't have fear. They only attack, they don't defend at all. Any attack on them will not hinder their attack, and they will not feel pain. They will try to kill everything in sight until they die.

The most terrifying thing is that the number of alien beasts is endless.

One by one, the beasts began to climb the walls, their sharp claws leaving shocking scars on the walls.

Flying beasts can only crawl with their claws. That's when the fortresses came into play, with the Argonian soldiers and the top of the walls in the fortress as the beasts climbed

The walls were built very high to defend against the attacks of flying beasts from the sky.

The Argonian soldiers' attacks were not heard for a moment as the beasts climbed. The heads of the beasts are sometimes shattered by flying boulders, and sometimes incinerated to ashes by the Argonian flamethrowers.

The beasts continued to fall from the high walls, causing various cracks in the ground, and some of the corpses fell to the ground, and the surrounding corpses also continued to sink into the ground. But even as countless corpses sank into the ground, the corpses on the ground continued to grow.

Why is there no magic?

Under the power of the Wastelandmon, no amount of magic has an effect on everything around it.

Alien beasts are magical, and their magic is not limited by the Wasteland!

When a beast with three heads spewed out three rays representing death, decomposition, and petrification, at least thousands of Argonian soldiers died, and at the same time, the beast with three heads was also attacked by thousands of lasers, instantly turning into powder.

The Argonian soldiers shouted loudly, and they spotted the Alliance's warplanes. It's a pity that when the fighter plane is shot down by a flying beast, this morale comes quickly, and it goes faster. Now they had to rely on primitive weapons, spears and spears.

The flying beasts continued to attack, projecting shocking and burning snowflakes from the air, bringing not gorgeous beauty, but the withering of life, but this time, dozens of heavy javelins caused the creature covered in scales and feathers to scream and fall, the flaming feathers ignited the corpses under the wall and brought devastating blows to some of the alien beasts, but some of the feathers also fell on the wurmians inside the wall, causing a lot of casualties.

Crazy, dozens of times larger than ordinary centaurs, more than thirty meters tall, with two heads of centaur beasts appeared on the mountain plain in the distance, and all the beasts hesitated for a moment. Immediately afterwards, he left in an orderly manner.

On the city walls, huge cheers rang out from the fortress.

The alien beasts were also orderly in front of the Wasteland Beast messengers who manipulated them, and they lined up in a neat queue and retreated neatly.

The huge centaur whose whole body was wrapped in a dark aura exhaled a terrifying wave of air as he looked at the huge long wall. When all the beasts had retreated, it had not yet left.

Just when all the Argonians were terrified because of its unmoved. Perhaps sensing this fear, the centaur let out a mocking sneeze.

The centaur beast that brought the will of the Wasteland soon departed on the hooves of the burning hellfire, and its huge horn that exuded the intent of destruction was able to unleash the power to destroy the entire city. But it didn't.

Maybe it's disdainful. As the messenger of the Wastelandmon, the Hell One-Horned Centaur possesses the wisdom bestowed by the Wastelandmon. The Wasteland created this creature from the soul of a dragon mixed with the flesh of a centaur.

The Wasteland Beast can directly manipulate the Alien Beasts mentally, but it is now too busy devouring the Origin Power of this world to have the energy to command every Alien Beast.

Its giant Hell Apostle, the one-horned centaur, became the one who manipulated the alien beast in its place.

When the tragic battle was declared over, three days and three nights had passed, from day to night, from night to day, day after day.

The Beast's offensive was not stopped by the Resistance, but simply because the Wasteland Beast had a new target. If the beast's attack lasted even an hour, the seemingly fierce and sustained resistance of the city would only collapse instantly. When the time comes, tens of millions of lives behind the wall will be completely engulfed by the sea of alien beasts.

The world of dragons, a black floating castle surrounded by lava as high as a mountain.

The fussaic aura that permeates the bunker terrifies all dragons.

The beautiful black dragon princess was constantly tearing up the drawings with the coordinates of the mysterious dragon text, a series of flames came out of her nose, and she whispered but full of anger: "Another one, another world that belongs to me has been destroyed, useless things, you group of waste, can't you think of a way?" She looked at the ministers below and roared loudly: "The destroyers of the void have cast wasteland beasts in dozens of planes of me, and they use this monster to destroy my wealth, everything I have, you, what can you do!"

"The Naio have dark forces from the Endless Void, they have long blocked our world, and now no dragon can go out of the locked world except for the descendants of the Holy Dragon. ”

"Then I can only watch my plane be destroyed!" the princess suddenly said angrily, "You all disappear, I don't want to see you." Her fan shot out a ray of light, killing the nearest ministers, and seeing that the other ministers wanted to resist, she immediately ordered her guards to take action: "Kim, hurry up, kill these people below, I don't want to see them again." ”

"Yes, princess, as you wish, but it would be more accurate to say that they are dragons. "The name Jin is a metal dragon in armor. The moment it received the order, it immediately transformed from a human form into a dragon, and when all the ministers were about to fight back, it unleashed its power.

Endless pressure came from the ministers' bodies, and eventually this pressure shattered the hearts and even all the internal organs, including the souls, of each minister, and all the ministers were destroyed from within, and their fallen bodies took on various distorted postures.

"Hahahaha. The princess of the black dragon let out a laugh like a silver bell. She couldn't punish the Destroyer of Nao, and it was a joy to kill these useless ministers, and she couldn't stop laughing softer and softer. In the end, I had to cover my mouth gently with the fan in my hand.

"Princess, Lord Andua has arrived!" one of the guards approached, and when he saw the princess smiling and pointing a fan at him, he immediately shouted loudly, but in the end he was killed.

The Black Dragon Princess still had a smile, only this time the smile was no longer happy, but complicated, "Andua, that liar, shameless bastard, hypocrite, vile and greedy apostle, kill him!"

"Is that really good, princess, are you sure that there are dragons who can beat me, and if you count on them, they will be doomed. "With a lazy, melancholy and handsome young man, he walked alone to the princess's palace.

The princess had already risen from the throne with an angry countenance, and at first pointed her fan at him, her face full of anger, but then she changed to a joyful affection, and looked at the boy with misty eyes: "How can I do anything to you! ”

"It's the worst joke I've ever heard today. "This is one of the most vicious and cunning women the boy has ever seen, and her words are never to be trusted