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A thousand Imperial soldiers were emitting strange black smoke above their heads at the same time, and the fear of burning their souls turned into cries of despair in their hearts.

At the beginning of the battle of the Temple of Pyras, the [Requiem] was born for the first time, and it was also the scene in front of me.

However, no one knew that at that time, Lin Feng was at the moment of promotion, and he already had the power to transcend the ranks, and at the same time, the magic circle used by the Central Temple to help Soraka release the ultimate mystery also weakened the isolation of the Heavenly Realm System from the power of heaven and earth to a certain extent.

In addition, perhaps even Lin Feng himself did not know that the ancient abyss of corruption sealed in the underground of the Temple of Pyras provided him with unimaginable dark magic.

Combining all factors, he was able to cast spells at that time to exert the power of destroying the world.

At this moment, Lin Feng was certainly not conceited enough to think that he could recreate that day, but his purpose was not to kill, but to scare off the imperial people.

Requiem, derived from Death Song's ultimate, can only be used against five targets in the game, as there are only five enemies in the game.

In reality, there seems to be no upper limit to the target of this spell, but there is a limit to the amount of energy the caster can induce.

With Lin Feng's strength of the silver fifth stage at this time, not to mention what kind of damage he could inflict if he locked on to a thousand targets, it was impossible for him to complete the spell casting in the first place.

However, the Imperials did not have the heart to think about it.

Immediately, the soldiers were frightened and began to turn and flee. Their only thought was to stay away from the dark power, and the farther away the better.

The front retreated, and the soldiers behind only said that the military order had changed, and they also turned and fled.

George. Will's face was as dead as ashes, and he raised his long knife and slashed at the retreating soldier like crazy, and shouted angrily: "Attack, let me continue the attack." Those who dare to retreat will not be spared. ”

On the deck, Lin Feng instantly noticed this person. As he continued to cast the spell, he said with difficulty: "Fitz, help me for once, destroy that guy." ”

Seeing that his face was blue and painful, Fitz rarely didn't mention any conditions, but just said, "Hmph, the baby will help you once." But be clear that this is not an order, but a request from you. ”

With that, Fitz leaped forward. A wave splashed in the seawater, and instantly turned into a phantom and rushed up.

"What's that?"

George. Will exclaimed, and immediately slashed the long knife.

"Damn humans, the baby is not a thing, the baby is the Great Demon King, specially to teach you the villains who look down on us Kema clan." He was answered by an angry voice.

"Baby, you, fool."

The blade slid against Fitz's sleek body, the seastone trident flashed a ghostly light, and Fitz pounced like a ferocious shark. Will stabbed twice in the chest.

After the blow, Fitz didn't look back, returned to the beach, thrust the trident, rolled over and jumped onto the deck.

In everyone's puzzled eyes, Fitz raised his head proudly and said to Lin Feng: "You are really useless, deal with such a scumbag, don't let the baby take action in the future." ”

Arrogant, incomparably arrogant.

However, only Lin Feng understood in his heart that a platinum stage hero would deal with an imperial general with the strength of an ordinary cultivator at the most in the early stage of gold, and everything would be over the moment he made a move.

George. Will didn't know what was going on until he heard a ziz in his ears.

Looking down, the iron armor on his chest cracked into pieces like a fishing net, and the same was true of the bare skin underneath.

The pain of tearing came from the heart area, and each time it became more intense.

With a slight poke, Fizna not only cast [Naughty Strike] but also triggered the attack effect of [Seastone Trident].

The first skill defeats George. Will's defensive energy, the damage over time from the second skill, is scorching his remaining health.

The time left for him was nothing more than waiting for death to come.

Half a minute later, George. Will fell headlong.

The Lord will die a terrible death, and such a strange death.

The remaining Imperial military was in disarray and began to flee for their lives.

At the same time, Lin Feng was already unable to support the spell casting. The Thunder Staff in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he bent down, spurting blood.

The energy backlash from the failed cast nearly killed him, but it was worth it.

The remnants of the Imperial Army returned to the valley and a temporary commander was elected according to the military system, and some order was restored.

After a short break, thousands of people rushed towards the exit of the valley.

Having lost all of its heavy forces, the exit area where a large number of Hex mines had been planted became a graveyard for the Imperial Army. Troops were sent up and died in the explosions again and again.

The huge casualties are not the most terrible, what is terrible is that there is no hope at all.

The sacrifice became meaningless, and finally someone began to fear, and then resistance.

The temporary commander lacked prestige and made another wrong choice.

In order to save morale and seek the last hope, he sent the most elite law enforcement team in the army.

The result was still failure, and then the situation became irretrievable. His order to attack was no longer carried out, and for the sake of the so-called glory, he could only rush up alone to his death.

The remaining 7,000 men immediately retreated and returned to the middle of the valley.

At this moment, the exits on both sides of the valley are dead ends, and the soldiers can only climb the mountains on both sides in order to survive.

The steep terrain of the mountains once again claimed the lives of many people, and only some of the stronger cultivators were able to escape.

At this moment, Lin Feng was tossing in the battleship control room again.

In this world, there are seven types of magical energy, but the energy contained in crystal ore is attributeless. Another meaning of no attribute is that it can be converted into any attribute.

In the case of the Crystal Cannon, for example, the energy comes from crystals, but the attack method is biased towards the light system.

Lin Feng has designed a new set of energy conversion devices, and is currently converting the energy of the entire ship into ice. In a few moments, the magic crystal cannon was fired towards the sky above the river valley.

It's already July, and there is still half a month before the rainy season arrives in the south.

As the monsoon turns, enough moisture has accumulated over the coastal areas to bring continuous rainfall just by colliding with a cold snap on the continent.

Very superficial climatological knowledge, but the application in this world is simply shocking.

Under Lin Feng's gaze, the clouds in the sky quickly showed a dark color.

The sun dimmed, the wind blew, and a downpour of rain followed.

Calling for the wind and rain? Don't be so crazy and cool to hang/blow up!

The brothers of the Gale Wind Regiment looked at Lin Feng in shock, and shouted in unison: "The captain is mighty, the captain is domineering......"

"This guy...... Still human? Carter's eyes were deep, and he sighed inwardly.

"It's just a beast, and you have to use this method to deal with those scumbags." The little fishman expressed disdain.

The dry river valley soon turned into a waterlog, and the mountains on both sides, which had been weakened by the sea wind, peeled off and slipped off the regolith layer on the surface under the impact of rain, and soon formed a mudslide.

The trapped Imperial Army was divided and completely lost the possibility of escape.

In the early morning of the next day, the various departments lightly selected the last few strong men to flee and ask for help from the surrounding Imperial Army.

The Battle of Longcheon was finally coming to an end, and most of the 20,000 horses of the Imperial army pursuing the rebels had already been lost.

The remaining 7,000 men were trapped in the encirclement, and if they were not rescued in time, they would become a precedent in the military history of the Empire - the first Imperial army, captured in formation.

It's not that the Imperial Army is not powerful, it's that the enemy has black technology!