Chapter 415: A Rich Harvest

Beyond the valley.

The tens of thousands of troops of the principality are already in full array, and in the thick clouds in the sky, dozens of unmanned reconnaissance planes disguised as flying monsters are patrolling back and forth, and with the early warning and monitoring satellites above the sky dome, all the wind and grass within a radius of 300 kilometers are under real-time control.

If necessary, the space-based directed energy weapon strike system in the half-plane, or even a large-yield nuclear bomb, can be smashed down and the entire valley can be flattened.

Of course, this is just a hidden means of precaution, before the mainland has its own empire, Qin Feng does not plan to expose these high-tech weapons of the apocalyptic world for the time being.

At the mouth of the valley, a seemingly absent figure appeared at some point, and his deep eyes looked at the army waiting for dozens of kilometers, and shook his head disappreciatively. In front of a super strong person like himself, no matter how much an ordinary army is, it is just cannon fodder, and it is not worth mentioning.

Immediately after that, two more figures appeared beside him, their aura was far less powerful than his, but they were also firmly in the legendary realm, a man and a woman.

"Master Avaro, is there really a remnant of the godhead and divinity of the god of shadow and killing in this valley?" A crisp and pleasant voice sounded.

"Of course, this is the result of careful argumentation and deduction by the Empire's university scholars, and it has been confirmed by the investigation of the Imperial Intelligence System, which is why Your Majesty asked me to bring you here today."

The super powerhouse named Alvaro patiently explained: "You two brothers and sisters are the most potential of His Majesty's heirs, and they have awakened their bloodlines early, and if you can fuse enough divinity, your future prospects are limitless. So there is no room for failure in this mission. ”

The young man spoke, "Divinity, and the legacy of a fallen god and his church, is an immeasurable treasure, so I think there should be more than one or two teams as strong as we are. ”

Alvaro affirmed: "That's true, we have solved a group of people on the way, and there will definitely be more blind guys coming over later, and in front of us, there are quite a few people who have already broken in." So you have to be careful and don't hesitate when it's time to do it. ”

The two princes and princesses were cautious and disappeared into the valley with Alvaro.

After a while, as the cold aura spread, a huge bone portal appeared, and several figures exuding terrifying coercion stepped out of it, wrapped in thick black robes, unable to see the origin of their identities.

“…… There are more crawlers around, should you clean them up first? ”

A mysterious hoarse voice sounded, revealing a murderous intent.

"Forget it, it's important to get down to business, some old friends will come over, so it's better to save your energy." Another voice said.

"Well, that's the same ......"

When this group of uninvited guests entered the valley, it didn't take long for another exquisite and gorgeous golden portal with a strong elven civilization style to appear, and more than a dozen elven powerhouses wearing golden cloaks walked out one after another.

“…… The mana reserves in the valley are already very amazing, I really can't imagine that the god of shadows and killing has reserved such a backhand, if we don't come in time, there is really a possibility that it will succeed. ”

"Humph! Want to resurrect and rekindle the flames? How can it be so easy? There are enough gods in the human civilization camp, and for the long-term interests of our race, there is no need for new gods to appear! Whether it's a new god or a resurrected old god, there shouldn't be any more. ”

"That's right, we should destroy all of its foundations as soon as possible, take away the remnants of the divine body, and cut off any possibility of its resurrection!"

"Indeed, the more gods in the camp of human civilization die, the better......"

Talking all the way, the elves also disappeared into the depths of the valley.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the majestic dragon groan faintly sounded in the void, and six slender figures exuding a faint dragon power emerged and entered the valley.

In this way, after the middle of the night, there were more than 20 strong teams rushing over from front to back, and the number of people was more or less.

The valley in the night was still silent, shrouded in mist, like an ancient beast dormant.

At this moment, in the underground palace of the temple, Qin Feng was fighting against many unknown existences.

On the grand battlefield shrouded in a blood-colored firmament, groups of young warriors in full armor and armed with various weapons rushed forward one after another, their expressions fanatical and numb.

A large area of lightning fell, killing these heroic warriors with at least level ten strength, and in the terrifying roar, the tongue of fire of the six-barreled Gatling machine gun covered the space of thousands of meters, tearing the bodies of those warriors apart easily, and almost no one could rush into this area filled with metal bullets.

Qin Feng divided two avatars to control the shooting, and he himself specialized in dealing with those Holy Spirit warriors of the legendary realm, and they cooperated tacitly with each other, so although the number of enemies was large, he couldn't help him at all.

Soon the earth was covered with blood and corpses, but the army that poured in the distance was boundless, and it was impossible to figure out how many there were.

Of course, Qin Feng wasn't too worried, there was so much ammunition in the dimensional space that it could fill a large arsenal, and it was no problem to clean up these enemies.

He knew that this was the space conjured up from the residual realm of consciousness of Mokotol, and the heroic warriors in it were also transfigured, and he was pulled into the realm of this god, and the two sides were fighting on the spiritual level.

If Qin Feng couldn't withstand the siege and was defeated and died, the entire person from the soul to the body would be devoured and digested by the realm, and become the nourishment for Mokotor's resurrection. If he can hold out until the end, he can clean up the other party in turn and receive everything from Mokotor smoothly.

"The number of Holy Spirits is not large, and the average level and tactical coordination of the Heroic Spirit Army are not as good as expected, so it can be seen that Mokotor is still some distance away from the true resurrection, but the magic power stored for hundreds of years is quite considerable, otherwise it would not be possible to conjure up so many Heroic Spirit Army."

Qin Feng silently communicated with the starship center, after all, he was just a dead god, although he was powerful, he was also limited. With his current strength equivalent to a super powerhouse, and with the assistance of scientific and technological weapons, there is basically no substantial pressure to deal with.

This kind of Heroic Spirit Army, which basically does not exceed level 15, is the best cleaning target for scientific and technological weapons, as long as the ammunition reserve is sufficient, it can kill as many as it comes. Comparatively speaking, the battle experience test in the starship virtual space is much more difficult than this.

Time passed imperceptibly, and I don't know when the number of the Heroic Spirit Army finally began to decrease, and the Legendary-level Holy Spirit never appeared again, while Qin Feng, who had sufficient logistics resources, still maintained his peak state.

When the last Heroic Spirit Warrior fell, the blood-colored sky dome finally slowly collapsed and dissipated, and Qin Feng's vision returned to normal.

What appeared in front of him was a rather large group of underground palaces, composed of more than 20 halls of various sizes, storing a large number of materials in different categories.

In addition to tens of thousands of sets of weapons and armor, there are also mountains of magic crystals, alchemy potions, magic and magic scrolls, some rare gems, rare materials, and the total value of the wealth outside is enough to support the revival of the church in Mokotor.

In the innermost hall, Qin Feng finally found what he was looking for.

On the platform made of magic essence gold, a huge star blue crystal coffin was placed, and inside was a dazzling golden light that was constantly changing, like a living thing, exuding a majestic aura that was condensed like substance, this was the divine body of Mokotor.

"This thing is valuable to me, how about giving it to me to devour? Divide some of your divinity. "Starship Nexus.

"Yes, you can take it."

Although Qin Feng felt a little regretful, he did not refuse.