At the foot of the Black Wing's Nest Mountain, the Sea Throne hovered above the heads of the Black Wing Legion, and the magic cannon rumbled from time to time.

Now, Deathwing didn't dare to rise into the air, and turned into a human form and hid in that corner. The Black Wing Legion's air force only has dozens of young dragons such as Filmer left, and even the Southern Stick Air Force can abuse them.

There were Alexstasa and Onexia on board the Sea Throne, and the young dragons did not dare to approach at all.

The camp underneath is built in the ruins of a city, and orcs, trolls, ogres, and goblins are not clean-loving creatures. In the camp, sewage flowed sideways, the stench was stinking, all kinds of garbage were piled up indiscriminately, and illegal buildings were built everywhere.

This hellish place is worse than a slum, and it's definitely a loss to bomb it with expensive magic cannons.

The target of the Sea Throne was the blood circle being built in the open space outside the camp.

Hundreds of Twilight cultists are taking turns casting spells, building a super-sized circle out of the flesh of their captives. This circle is several times larger than the one that activated Clomatus, and it consumes much more blood. At least two or three thousand captives have already been slaughtered.

Tens of thousands of troops were deployed around, and there were several routes to bring prisoners from prisoner of war camps to blood sacrifices.

The bombing of the Sea Kings caused a certain amount of confusion, but the damage was limited. The aliens below are all militants who have no regard for life, and the casualties of dozens or hundreds of people are not taken into account at all, and the deterrent effect is not comparable to the whip of the foreman. Once you get used to it, it's time to do it.

Xiang Ningxuan doesn't like to sit and wait, even if Nanbang is unwilling to send troops, the enemy here will run to the dragon bone wilderness, and now when he can prostitute for nothing, he naturally can't be soft.

"Elite regiment, prepare for landing operations! Concentrate on slaying the twilight cultists who cast spells. ”

The formation of the Blackwing garrison has been broken up, and no matter how large the number is, there is no threat. Before the enemy gathers, the elite regiment can run at any time.

Bang bang!

The reloaded mech falls directly on the caster, and as long as it is smashed, it will not die or be disabled. With a single assault, the enemy was cleared hundreds of meters around.

However, the circle was so large that only one node was unplugged in a single attack.

The troops of the Black Wing Regiment also reacted immediately and crawled out of the bunkers everywhere. The ogres screamed and rushed forward, the orcs and trolls were a little more disciplined, and they were still in formation.

The others continued to fight, while Xiang Ningxuan squatted down and sniffed the blood-soaked soil.

The circle is not yet complete, but the corrupting energy of the Elder God has seeped into the bloodstream.

"Alexstasa, Onexia, take to the skies. Elite group, retreat and hold on! ”

Xiang Ningxuan held his sword and concentrated on probing the energy structure of the completed part of the magic circle.

He's going to do something. Although he can't build a magic circle, he can detect energy nodes. As long as the energy node is destroyed, the entire circle will be nullified. This kind of unfinished circle doesn't even have the ability to defend itself, and it can be easily destroyed. When the time comes, Deathwing will definitely jump to his feet.

The Trapping Immortal Sword emitted a peaceful light, dispelling the surrounding lowly wailing souls, and suddenly joined the ground node that pierced into the convergence of dozens of energy streams.

Poof, as if a water bag had been punctured, foul-smelling blood spurted out of the ground, two or three meters high. Along with the stained blood, there were countless twisted and evil spiritual fluctuations.

The painful memories of the Blood Sacrifice before his death turned into a nightmarish mental attack. A single set of memories can only disturb people's hearts, but thousands of painful memories can be qualitatively transformed, mixed with the vicious curses of the Elder Gods. The pain of despair is empathetic, and at the same time, the massive amount of information crammed into the mind can also cause the mind to freeze.

At this time, the whispers of the Elder Gods began to sound. Cthun's eyeballs, Yugsaron's mouth, Enzoth's tentacles, these ghosts with their strange magic are always trying to distract themselves. If you are not careful, you may be robbed of your sanity.

However, it also depends on the person.

Xiang Ningxuan's will is as sharp as a sword, and practicing swordsmanship can not only unite the body and sword, but also the heart and sword.

In the invisible soul plane, the light of the Immortal Sword tore through all filth and evil, and went straight to the birthplace of these evil powers.

Rumble!

The soul shook like ripples, and one node of the circle was broken, and the blood and spiritual energy were scattered. On the other side, the Twilight cultists who were still casting spells were all bounced away by the force of the oscillation, affected by the power of corruption, and some of the cultists were stained with the power of sacrifice, turning themselves into blood.

Oh!

Deathwing couldn't help but roar in its original form, and the Blackwing Legion quickly rallied and charged at his urging.

"Let's go, retreat first!"

The elite regiment came and went, and ran away after the fight, and the Black Wing Legion, which did not have many air force units, could not do it at all.

Deathwing has room to maneuver in the air, and its performance is much better than that of holding it in Blackwing's nest before, but it can't take advantage of the Red Dragon Queen and the Black Dragon Princess. The output of the Magic Guide Cannon of the Sea King and the special psionic cannon controlled by the human hero above is also not to be underestimated.

The two sides struggled for an hour, and no one could help anyone, so they could only retire.

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The blood circle at the foot of the Black Wing's Nest Mountain could not be built, and the Great Chief Red Black Hand led tens of thousands of troops and seventy or eighty thousand old and weak to abandon the dilapidated old camp and lead the crowd to migrate south.

At this time, the Twilight Legion led by Gugar is taking advantage of the darkness to attack the portal guarded by the heavy human army. If he wants to summon the ancient gods and open the Void Mouth, he also needs a large number of captives.

But the human defenders on this side did not wave, but stuck in the strong fortifications, and could not hold out.

The Twilight Legion stormed for two days, suffering heavy casualties but achieving nothing.

When everyone thought that the night would survive unharmed, Deathwing fell from the sky and landed behind the line of defense, slicing at the back of the human race. This time, he didn't come alone, as the Twilight Dragoons, led by the Battle Master Blackhorn, had already arrived to join his master. Instead of joining the collapsed battlefield of Blackwing's Lair, they crept up to Twilight Heights.

The appearance of Deathwing changed the tide of battle in an instant. The rear row was cut, resulting in a lack of support firepower in the front, and the fearless Twilight cultists stepped on the corpses of their companions and stepped into the human fortifications, and the two sides engaged in a fierce white-knives battle.

Neon's defenders have received the news from the battlefield of Nanbang and know that being captured is also a death. Therefore, even after defeat, they hid in various fortifications, and no one surrendered until the last soldier.

The entire line of defense was shattered into ruins, and smoke billowed from the corrupted black flames. Under the reinforced concrete, I don't know how many corpses were buried. Some corpses are mutilated and completely invisible; Some of the corpses were strangled tightly together, and both were killed.

The sun couldn't bear to see this tragic scene, and hid behind the clouds and refused to show up.

The victorious Twilight Legion did not rest, did not stop, and directly marched towards the nearest human settlement. If you want to capture the captives, you have to catch up with the humans before they can evacuate.