The 40,000 Aujin warriors on each side of the left and right seemed to be inconspicuous compared to the dense and invisible warriors of the Beamon Legion, but as soon as the two sides came into contact, the battlefield immediately bloomed with a bright and dazzling flower of death.

There was a stark contrast between the Beamon warriors who roared and slashed and slashed, and the Aujin warriors who pressed forward in silence and determination.

On the battlefield, the black and silver representing the Aojin Legion was advancing at a fast and steady pace, each Aujin warrior was not fighting alone, he had at least two partners next to him providing cover and support, the attack and defense were well coordinated, and in a moment, almost every Aujin warrior in the front line successfully killed more than two opponents.

The Beamon legion was represented by a chaotic mass of colors, with the black Beamon the bear and the maroon Pyg Beamon, while the giant wolf cavalry was squeezed to the side by more Pyg warriors. Beamon of the Bear Clan and Beamon of the Pig Clan obviously do not have the consciousness of cooperation, let alone the ability to combine in battle, and the effect of mixing and matching the two is not greater than one plus one, but slightly weakened.

According to the wolf cavalry, the wolf cavalry shouted even more depressedly and shouted at the Pyg Beamon, who was huddled in front of him, and his colloquial language was full of adjectives such as "beast" and "fool". They couldn't help but curse, because the brainless Pyg Beamon blocked the charging route in front of them, and the giant wolf cavalry had to kick the Pyg Beamon crowding on either side with their feet frantically, and then retreat to the side and rear.

Without the giant wolf cavalry charging from a distance, it is about the same as the combat effectiveness of the infantry.

If they were facing a human opponent, they might be able to proudly say "We are the strongest, even if there are no giant wolves", but in front of them is an Auguin army that is just as prestigious as them.

Looking at the indifferent momentum of the Aujin Legion in that fierce battle, the well-armed armor, and the smooth and ferocious attack, these giant wolf cavalry knew it. If they can't give it their all, then they can only fail in the end.

However, the chaotic Beamon warriors still possessed a combat power that was superior to that of most human legionnaires, and in the face of the Aujin warriors who were attacking step by step, the Beamon warriors frenzied and chaotic counterattacked like an overwhelming wave, continuously colliding with the Aujin warriors who were advancing in silence.

If it is said. Beamon's offensive was like a huge wave. The attack of the Aujin Legion was like a boulder pressing on the top, and after countless waves, the boulder still squeezed towards the heart of the Beamon Legion with an irresistible force.

Beamon's rear army was in disarray.

The frenzied Beamon warriors could not hear the orders of the Beamon officers, for most of them were also in a frenzy, and a few sober lost their positions in the midst of the chaos, and no one obeyed their orders.

Under oppression. Fight back, this is where the Bimon Legion is superior to most human legions, but their simple and reckless minds doom their frenzied attacks to be chaotic.

There is no Robert who has insight into the psychology of Beamon's character. Then even Sheila, the princess, could only watch the chaotic chaos with straight eyes. Kou muttered, "So so? I haven't given the order yet. ”

A voice sounded behind her at the right time: "Nina, this is because the opponent is too strong, and our warriors are in turmoil!" "Nina is Hilla's nickname, and only her grandfather's royal family Beamon would call her that, not even her father, Nicholas I.

When Sheila heard this, she quickly turned around and looked at the burly figure behind her: "Grandpa, why is this?" What am I going to do?! ”

Under long golden hair. A pair of golden eyes that shimmered with a deep light. The two arms of the tall and burly body are particularly conspicuous, and the wisps of golden hair also flutter on a pair of giant palms. This person is none other than the first martial saint of the Beamon Empire, the last golden Beamon giant beast clan!

This ancestor-level martial saint of the Beamon Empire had a very heavy face at the moment, his eyes moving back and forth on the melee battlefield, as if he was looking for something, but he replied in a deep voice: "Nina, I am not a good general, compared to you, I have no advantage in commanding millions of soldiers in battle. My only strength is my own strength, so today's battle can only be commanded by yourself. ”

Sheila was stunned: "Grandpa, you ......" A faint smile appeared on the face of the Golden Beamon Martial Saint, and this smile appeared on the rugged and heroic face of the long-lived old Beamon, but it did not appear abrupt at all: "Nina, you have your place!" I have my place! Now, the only thing I can offer you is my own strength. I think the general of the Aojin Army on the other side should not have reached the small god level, right? Then let me trade his head for the victory of our empire! ”

Sheila was horrified, reached out and grabbed his hand, and cried out, "No, Grandpa, you can't do this!" That's 20,000 Augin warriors! ”

The smile on the face of the Golden Warrior was even stronger than that of the Martial Saint Meng, and the golden retriever on his face flickered slightly seemed to announce his pride: "Nina, I am a Beamon warrior, and then a Martial Saint. If I had to choose, I would rather exchange my life for the strength of the Beamon Empire, I have lived for eight hundred and thirteen years, and I feel that my remaining days are numbered, if I can't break through the god level, then maybe in a year or two, I will become like countless ancestors who disappeared in obscurity in the Paglia Palace, dying there. As a warrior, the best place to return is never a hospital bed, but the most intense battlefield that needs me the most. Today, let me pave a way for you to become the next Beast Emperor! ”

Sheila shook her head fiercely: "I don't want to be a beast emperor, I just hope that Grandpa you live well!" ”

The Golden Beamon Warrior gently stroked Sheila's head and sighed softly, "Ewu Han Millstone." Vigara. The name of Compas, calling you! My greatest, generous, all-powerful ancestral god ---- Kampas! Give the last blessing to the Beamon bloodline in front of you! Martial Soul Inheritance! ”

Sheila's face changed drastically, and she wanted to break free from the golden retriever palm that Hamilston pressed on top of her head, but she found that she couldn't even move a single cent of her body, so she could only look at Hamilston in front of her with trembling lips, and tears gradually overflowed in her eyes.

The Beamon tribe has the most mysterious and magical magic called "The Last Blessing of Kampas", also known as "Martial Spirit Inheritance". It is an ability that is beyond the comprehension of the vast majority of people, and the role is divided into two parts. Part of it is that the recipient will get a part of the caster's fighting energy, which can instantly make the recipient increase the rank, or even rank, which is the inheritance of martial arts. The other part is the ethereal Soul Inheritance, which means that the recipient will receive most of the experience and knowledge of the caster, known as the Soul Inheritance.

The only thing that is still clear in Oslo is the golden Beard and the beast emperor Nicholas in front of him.

Because the martial soul inheritance, as the only divine art of the Beamon clan, has always been in the hands of the Beast Emperor, and Hamilston will use it because of his special identity---- the golden Beamon giant beast clan is the direct blood of the Beamon God of War Kampas.

After using this kind of god, Sheila's strength is inevitable, but Hamilston's end is also inevitable.

He will die in three days. However, during these three days, his own strength will not decrease, but will grow further until his body collapses. It is said that this is the last gift from Campas, the god of war of Beamon, to the caster, and that the grandson of Kampas would rather die in battle with a bang than disappear quietly.

The Martial Spirit Legacy didn't last long, but after thirty minutes, Hamilston's hand left the top of Sheila's head, and Sheila had fallen asleep.

Hamilston looked at the sleeping Sheila with a smile and said softly, "Nina, forgive me for not telling you, I have always had an ominous premonition lately that the Beamon Empire is likely to lose this war!" If the empire fails, what's the point of keeping me, a dying old man. I'm old, and I don't have a chance to break through to the god level, and now I'll leave the opportunity to you. I hope you can lead Beamon through the most difficult times and then live freely on the land of Oslo again. Goodbye, my little Nina! ”

After speaking, he called Sheila's guards outside the tent, and the two lion clan Beamon Warriors looked at the sleeping Sheila with surprised faces, and listened to Hamilston's orders, but no one dared to question the strongest man in Beamon, just silently bowed down and retreated, took the sleeping Sheila, and went straight to Ron's fortress.

Seeing the backs of the two Beamon Warriors with Sheila disappear into the distance, Hamilston breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up straight, turned to look at the military department of the Aojin Legion, and muttered softly: "Now, let me see how powerful your Ojin battle formation is!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a thick and condensed golden fighting qi bloomed from all over his body, and the huge and incomparable aura was released without any scruples, sweeping across the battlefield outside Bielefeld City like a storm.

In front of the Aujin Legion, the invincible who was standing quietly suddenly had his eyes lit up: "Little God Rank?!" ”