The confrontation between the golden battle formation and the black battle formation is clear.

The huge battlefield fell into an unspeakable dead silence, and only the wind blew the battle flags and hunted.

The Great Elder looked at the Black Soul General Corps that suddenly appeared on the opposite side in disbelief, his eyes straightened. Where did the other party get such a soul general? In order to make up the Holy Flame Soul General Corps, I don't know how many lives he filled it into.

The other party's soul generals were no less than him in terms of quantity, and what made him find it even more unacceptable was that the quality of these soul generals was so high that they were more than one level higher than the soul generals of his Holy Flame Soul General Corps.

How can it be......

Suddenly, the Great Elder remembered the origin of the name, which had appeared in the context of the Heavenly Path. It was an ancient legion, long since it was annihilated in history, how could it be possible that there were so many soul generals left? 10,000 years, the soul will be able to resist the erosion of hundreds of years of time, it is already very powerful, 10,000 years, what is that concept? It is so long that even the soul will want to commit suicide.

He had never heard of a soul that would survive 10,000 years.

But there are not only that, but so much more!

The Great Elder felt that his perception of the Soul General had been completely subverted.

The soul generals are fierce and fierce, high-spirited, and disciplined, and everyone can see the veteran temperament formed from thousands of tempers on the battlefield.

When these veterans gathered together, the momentum of slaughter immediately suppressed his Holy Flame Soul and the corps.

Also shocked in his heart was Tang Tian, he knew the qualitative change of the immortal sword in the sword vortex storm, and knew that these remnant souls had recondensed their bodies. However, watching them silently come out of the immortal sword, watching them carry the battle flag of the Southern Cross Legion, and just walk out like this, his heart was filled with indescribable emotion and sadness.

Because he knows how they have come through these ten thousand years, and he knows that every hundred years, they will smash themselves to pieces like moths to a fire.

The Sea of Rest, a paradise of hope and sustenance for the living, has become a battlefield that they have never given up for thousands of years.

The life and death of the corps are unknown, how can our generation rest in peace!

When I saw these soul generals who were in the darkness that no one knew, fighting for 10,000 years, and shattering their bones more than 100 times, really breaking free from the sea of rest, really reshaping their soul bodies, and really coming out of the sea of refusal to rest with 10,000 years of unwillingness and attachment, watching them stand under the battle flag of the Southern Cross Corps and shouting, the indescribable emotion stirred in Tang Tian's heart.

Ashin's tears came out of his eyes, and his comrades-in-arms, his seniors, just stood in front of him and fought side by side with him

- In the name of the Southern Cross Legion, fight!

The years have been left behind us, the reality has been pierced by us, 10,000 years have passed, we are reunited on the battlefield, and we are standing side by side. The oath of that year is still stirring in your hearts and mine, and the battle flag of that year is still fluttering above your and my heads.

Hey, 10,000 years later, we're still us!

Hey, it's been 10,000 years, and the Southern Cross is still the Southern Cross!

Ashin wiped a handful of tears, walked up to the big man at the head, saluted on the ground, and said loudly: "Ashin, the admiral of the Southern Cross Corps, come to report." ”

The Great Elder's pupils couldn't help but shrink, he knew that he had really lost his eyes this time. General Ashin, this is the general who killed the Autumn Killing Corps last time. He didn't expect that this soul general who looked dazed turned out to be Ashin!

The big man returned the salute and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, according to the wartime regulations, you will be given the supreme command. But, before that, Your Excellency, can you tell us that the corps is still there?"

The strict battle formation, for the first time, there was a commotion, and the eyes of all the soldiers fell on Ashin.

"The Corps is gone. Ashin's voice was calm.

The eyes of all the soldiers dimmed, and sobs continued to sound in the battle formation. Many of them are fading little by little. They were originally a wisp of remnant souls, but because the obsession in their hearts has not disappeared, they have not been annihilated by the years. But now that they heard that the Corps was no longer there, they felt that there was no point in persevering for so many years. Without the support of faith, their bodies will melt and disappear like ice and snow.

The rough man's tears flowed down all of a sudden, and he couldn't cry: "It's late, we're still late...... yes, it's been 10,000 years......"

Ashin's heart throbbed, like a knife, hearing their self-blame and their sadness and loss, his mind came to his mind like a moth to a fire charge, a never-ending "The life and death of the army are unknown, how can our generation rest in peace".

He took a deep breath, exerted all his strength, and shouted, "But we're here!"

The soldiers looked up at the not-so-strong admiral with teary eyes.

"We're here, the Corps is here!"

Every word of Ashin was loud and nailed to the hearts of the soldiers. They wiped away their tears, held their heads high, and puffed up their chests.

Ashin's gaze slowly swept over everyone, and asked loudly, "Haven't annihilated us for 10,000 years, why?"

Facing everyone's gaze and the dazzling golden light, Ashin suddenly thought of the screws howling in the ice coffin for ten thousand years, suddenly thought of the little ghost who wanted to pass on the tradition of the Corps like a reproduction of the glory of the Organ Corps, remembered every day of his life for ten thousand years, and remembered the moths that everyone had exchanged for a hundred years of sleep in the Sea of Rest.

For the first time, his cynical face, with unbeatable arrogance and contempt, pointed at everyone, pointed to his chest, and told everyone word by word.

"The souls of our soldiers are immortal, and the Southern Cross Corps is immortal!"

Rumble!

All the souls only felt a shock in their heads, and this sentence seemed to be nailed directly into their heads, and the originally vague and lost consciousness suddenly became clear. That's right! Your Excellency Admiral ** is right! They were not able to catch up with the support corps, but it was precisely because the corps was gone, and only the souls of the soldiers were left, and the responsibility of defending the glory of the corps also fell on them.

They have a duty!

Who else is me!

The gloomy bodies of these proud soldiers were solidified again, and even more solid than before, and their faces glowed with a different light.

The surging battle intent soared into the sky, like a dragon soaring into the sky, slamming into the sky's holy flame light curtain.

Boom Boom!

The Holy Flame Light Curtain in the sky shook violently, and the Holy Flame flew away in all directions.

Ashin's gaze was firm, looking at the newborn soldier, his heart was also turbulent, and a strong fighting intent burned in his body. When he himself shouted out that sentence, all the gloom in his heart was swept away, yes, even if the corps is gone, what if they are still there!

They're here, and the Corps is there!

Ashin exuded a chilling momentum, he was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, sharp and unstoppable. Looking at the golden battle formation in front of him, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, you guys who only put together a shell, come on, let you see what the corps is!

He raised his arms and hissed in rage.

"Southern Cross Corps, forward!"

Boom boom.

The black torrent is unhurried forward, their speed is not fast, but there is an unstoppable momentum, enough to crush all the enemies in front of them.

The Great Elder had witnessed the whole process with his own eyes, and several times he wanted to interrupt, but he didn't know how. The attachment and identification of these souls to the Corps is really astonishing. He was a little envious, how could he have such loyal subordinates?

He quickly put the idea behind him, and for now, none of that mattered. Only those who win this war will have a future.

After the initial shock, he had long since calmed down. The sudden appearance of the Soul General disrupted his deployment, but he was still confident. This is the Holy Continent, there is an endless Holy Flame here, and this is his carefully arranged home field.

To try to defeat him here is wishful thinking.

He smiled slightly, confident and calm, and said lightly: "Sophie, it's all handed over to you." ”

Sophie bowed down and turned around to lead the Holy Flame Soul General to attack. Boom, the golden torrent also roared forward.

The Great Elder showed a look of satisfaction, and after the other party showed strength, Sophie was still unaffected, and his soul general did not show any fear, and did not flinch to face the enemy.

It doesn't matter if you lack tempering, just temper more, it doesn't matter if you're injured, there are endless holy flame supplements here. It doesn't matter if it's dead, eliminate a batch, and the rest is the elite, as for the cannon fodder, there is.

Moreover, is their home stadium so easy to deal with?

A cold light flashed in the Great Elder's eyes, and he flicked his fingers lightly in the air, as if an invisible string connecting the Holy Flame Light Curtain was plucked, and countless Holy Flame raindrops fell.

The Holy Flame fell on the Holy Flame Soul General Corps, and the momentum of the Holy Flame Soul General Corps rose suddenly, and it fell above the Southern Cross Corps, and was immediately dissolved by the other party's killing intent, but with the interference of the Holy Flame, their momentum stagnated, and they were slightly uncomfortable.

Duke stood up without hesitation at this time, and smiled slightly, the Great Elder's methods looked powerful in the eyes of others, but in Duke's eyes, such small means were really not worth mentioning.

He floated around Ashin, his palms drawing circles in the void.

Indescribable fluctuations spread out, and in the sky above the corps, a faint circle of light appeared. The holy flame fell in the circle of light, and it quickly annihilated and decomposed. The Holy Flame turned into wisps of virtual energy to replenish Ashin's losses. This was what he learned from Tang Tian's Sword Vortex Storm, but his control over the law was even more clever, and he didn't seem to have much momentum, which couldn't be compared with the Sword Vortex Storm, but it could still supplement the loss of soldiers.

The Grand Elder glanced at Duke without much surprise. Although the previous confrontation between him and Duke was short and restrained, both of them knew each other's cleverness. Duke's ability to change the energy of Saint Yan in such a unique way still made his eyes light up.

However, for him, controlling the Holy Flame hardly requires any strength, but how long can the other party support it?

The other party's arrangement is very targeted, and he has obviously studied Sheng Yan carefully, but do you think I only have these means?

The Great Elder sneered in his heart.

Below him, torrents of gold and black collided with each other.

The battle was instantly at a fever pitch.