Wang Yan flew in the direction of the rising sun towards the military camp of tens of thousands of people, his expression was very flat, without a trace of murder, although he was about to start a massacre, this time he stood on the side of the Borodin Kingdom, and chose to attack the knights on the side of Belowu, so that he would feel less guilty in his heart.

"Who?"

"Surround him!"

About a kilometer away from the plain station, Wang Yan landed on the ground, and soon he was discovered by the patrolling knights, and a group of knights quickly surrounded Wang Yan, with spears and giant swords and various weapons held high, ready to attack this young man of unknown origin at any time.

"Are you Belo's men?" Wang Yan asked in a low voice after his eyes swept over the people around him, and the knights around him looked at each other and then laughed.

"Boy, do you want to join Lord Belo'u's knights? Where's your warhorse? You can't still eat grass. ”

"Your small physique is pretty much the same for logistics, it's better to fight on horseback, I'm afraid I can beat you out last night's dinner with one punch."

"It doesn't seem to be in the wrong place." Wang Yan was not a magician's cloth robe at the moment, but a holy relic leather armor, he was relieved after confirming that he had not mistakenly injured the King's Knights, and the knights around him were all wiped out by Wang Yan's random shooting skills in a moment, and after falling from the sky, Wang Yan continued to walk on the ground, letting his feet on the ground stained with blood.

How can the power of one person wipe out tens of thousands or even tens of thousands?

When most people hear this question, they will definitely think that someone is whimsical, let alone 10,000 people, 100 people stand there and don't resist and let you kill, you have to spend half an hour, 10,000 people? You can't kill 10,000 chickens for three days and three nights, even if others don't resist, can't you run?

Wang Yan proved with facts that with all the professional skills of the dungeon game, the power of one person can destroy 10,000 people as fast as he wants.

Without discerning whether the killing and abuse had been committed, Wang Yan entered the camp with an indifferent face and began to kill without saying a word.

Ordinary knights, silver knights, golden knights, there is no difference between ordinary people when he uses his real strength, when the movement in the camp is getting bigger and bigger, countless knights are approaching this direction, Wang Yan perceives the surrounding movements with his heart and eyes, and his body rises into the sky, and the huge whirlwind that once appeared appeared again appeared on the ancient land, after the hurricane dissipated, the small half of the knight station fell into a dead silence, and everything in it was blown up to a height of 100 meters by the hurricane and smashed to the ground.

Wang Yan came to kill or experience, so he indifferently maximized the speed of killing, and after replenishing his magic power, his figure appeared in another direction of the station, and after a few powerful skills and awakening skills were dropped, the land also fell into a dead silence.

When sweeping around the station, Wang Yan left a small area and didn't take care of it, because in his mental perception, it was all ordinary people, although he came for experience, he basically wouldn't attack civilians, and there was also a reason that civilians couldn't give him much experience at all.

As soon as he heard the report from his men, he felt the tent tremble, and as soon as he strode out of the tent, he saw the hurricane swirling in the distant sky, and his proud knight was as fragile as an ant under the force of the hurricane, and he was too far away to know what was going on there.

After retiring all his subordinates, Belo Wu entered the tent and carefully invited a delicate idol out, he whispered to the idol, and the voice of unknown men and women fell into his ears: "A magician who does not know the origin and strength has broken into your station, and in just a few minutes I have already felt the death of tens of thousands of believers, Belou, you must hurry up and stop him." ”

"Please give me strength." Belo's heart was extremely shocked, the number of knights and ordinary people in his station at the moment was less than 100,000, and tens of thousands of people died in such a short period of time? What kind of strength is that? Could it be that the gods are not successful?

"Well, I'm giving you all my power now, and you're going to stop it as soon as possible." This unknown god is also extremely anxious, its true body is far away in the territory of Belou, and the one who follows Belou is only a clone, and it has very little power, so it can be said that it is just a medium to communicate its body.

It took a few minutes for this god to complete the mobilization of divine power, it transferred most of its power to the doppelganger, and the body became extremely fragile, which was also a matter of no choice, who would have thought that after repelling the knights of the kingdom, such a thing would actually happen? Could it be that some hidden god has descended here?

The small statue gradually became huge, and finally dissipated into powder, and the divine power in it poured into Belo's body, and Belo's mortal was instantly suppressed by the divine power to suppress all his senses, and at this moment his body has become the doppelganger of the god, the other party originally did not plan to do this, but it is a pity that the believer is constantly killed, even if it is only a shallow believer, it cannot tolerate this kind of thing, it is afraid that it will end up with the tragic end before.

Belou couldn't help but tremble when he walked out of the tent, the tents that originally stood on the plain were nearly ten thousand tents that could only be seen around his huge tent at the moment, hundreds of knights cowered and guarded around his tent, looking up at the unknown terrible being flying around the sky, and kept muttering about the devil, the devil.

After using a wide range of skills to maximize the killing, Wang Yan quickly completed the cleanup of the station, maybe there will be people in some places who are lucky not to die, but Wang Yan has no time to pay attention to it, they can live under the cleanup, it means that it is their fate, Wang Yan has no idea of turning around and cleaning up again, he goes directly to the place where the center of the station has not been bothered to.

A laser cannon turned all the existence in the straight line into flying ashes, Wang Yan landed on the ground and strode towards the center of the station, and before he got to the place, he saw a knight in gold armor walking out of the tent, the two looked at each other, Wang Yan did not see the look of panic in his eyes, only indifference, indifference stronger than him, giving Wang Yan the feeling that the other party was not human.

"Who are you? Why slaughter my believers? The knight in gold armor raised his hand and pushed the tent behind him with inexplicable force, and he looked around, and there were only a few hundred people left standing, most of whom stood beside the collapsed tent in fear. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~