The Extraordinaries of the Arcane Empire were mixed in with the synths, and only a handful of people would be wary of this, so they caused a lot of damage as soon as they appeared.

The holy light extended from Grush's sword and forged into a giant sword, and the [Blazing Sun], which had not increased in mass at all but had greatly expanded, suddenly swept across the waist of the synth, causing the movements and consciousness of these dozens of monsters to freeze in an instant.

The corrosive and foul-smelling filthy blood was dried by the holy light before it could come out, and when the filthy blood gushed out of the sores, it was quickly purified by the warm light that filled the air.

On the battlefield in the direction of the Kurt Kingdom, the holy light flickered frequently, and the three dragon clans in the sky were already mixed together, and once they found out that the 'distant relatives' were in trouble, they would help quite tacitly.

There was already a mass of dead bodies in front of and behind Grush, both human and monster, but his expression was resolute and unmoved.

He is kind, but he is not a fool and does not take all the blame and responsibility on his shoulders.

As long as there is a war, people will die, he cannot take care of the soldiers of the rebel army for the rest of his life, and he cannot fully support an army, let alone an organization and a country.

He needs to make the rebels strong, he needs them to be independent, and not to do everything according to his will, just follow his orders and not think about anything for themselves - that's not right!

Listening to the sound of guns firing in his ears, Grushh sank down, but fortunately they had better equipment on their side, otherwise they didn't know how many people would be able to return alive after this war.

Looking ahead, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Even though so many have been killed, the enemies still come like a tidal wave, and it seems that there is a steady stream of them.

"O Holy Light, I will kill these enemies before me, please forgive my sins......"

The paladin strode forward with his sword in both hands, his head bowed and whispered a prayer, brilliant colors spilling out of his body in all directions.

Monsters with 'demonic' characteristics only roared angrily when they encountered the light of the Holy Light, and did not show the slightest hint of fear.

The fact that they can be put into battle by the Arcane Empire means that they don't have too many flaws, and if they want to fight the Apostles of the Light, they can't be afraid of the Light!

As soon as he stepped on it, the ground under his feet suddenly cracked, and the dust and gravel were shaken, and Grushh raised his head, and two points of light burst out in his eyes, and the brilliant light turned into a light veil that lingered beside him.

The particles of holy light diffused in the atmosphere, gushing out with a surging momentum!

"Break! Evil!

A ray of light suddenly shot obliquely from the sky to the earth, and the shining sword light filled the eyes of many people, and the holy light fell like a waterfall, hitting the ground and splashing out.

The tide of holy light of the vast soup soup flooded the earth, and as far as the eye could see, only a sea of light remained in front of the Kurt Kingdom.

At this time, Grush took a deep breath and roared loudly: "Forward-enter!"

How many monsters have died under this sword, and how many transcendents who have been mixed with the herd of beasts have died as a result, and the paladins will not have the slightest mercy on their enemies, even if they may have some hardship, even if they may not be able to do it, even if they have already rebelled!

Standing opposite him at this time is the lackey of the Arcane Empire, which wants to invade this world, wants to control this world, and is bound to harm countless innocent people.

Why, then, did he keep his hand? Why should he be merciful?

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself and to be irresponsible to one's own men!

Seeing this, the two legends of the Kurt Kingdom frowned deeply, but they didn't say anything, just ordered their troops to advance together.

On the battlefield on the other side, Krylov III was not afraid at all, his expression was resolute, and he led the charge with his team!

The Knights of the Kingdom on the 'Demon Horse' guarded him, and the reinstated Kapan took the lead, laughing and galloping across the battlefield.

After twisting the horse spear in his hand, it suddenly stabbed out, and the war horse under him also suddenly accelerated, and the knight and the war horse seemed to turn into one, turning into a red streamer that chiseled through the synthetic beasts, leaving a bloody road behind him.

The body was trampled under the iron hooves, the muscles were pierced by the riding spear, and the soul was strung with the riding spear, and the bitter wail was bitter.

There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of this energetic old man's mouth, and after several decades, he had once again come to the battlefield!

Before the two waves of torrents collided, the synths were already shredded by the scorching bullets that shot from the muzzles, and they fell one after the other.

The beasts were torn open, and the knights guarding Krylov III were inserted into it, listening to the loud laughter coming from ahead, Krylov III raised the staff in his hand high, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the enemy is far weaker than expected! They have great strength and tough bodies, but we also have sharp swords and powerful guns! Soldiers, rush with me!!"

On the battlefield, what can make a soldier launch a decisive charge is not 'rush me', but 'charge me'!

When the one who gave this order was still their supreme and most worshipped and revered 'king'—

The momentum of the army of the Kingdom of Korot skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their response resounded as they launched a charge, the roar of their footsteps echoing through the thousand mountains, and the vibrations spread in all directions.

Before he became a mage, Krylov III was a 'king'!

Moreover, he didn't need to worry about his own safety at all, even in this 'Ten Thousand Hosts', how could a monster who didn't know how to use weapons hurt him?

The shadow beneath the steed suddenly spread, like a pitch-black cloth suddenly appeared on the ground, and endless shadow hands spilled out of it, grabbing the calves and ankles of the synths, and climbing up their thighs, even the transcendents hiding in the synths were affected.

They tried to break free, but the black shadow beneath them was a swamp, and the black shadow grabbed their ankles and calves, dragging them and them downward.

However, this 'shadow swamp' is flat for the army of the Kolo Kingdom!

The bullets whipped the bloodshot and scalp skulls flying, and the soldiers of the Kolo Kingdom with rifles brazenly broke into the enemy's formation, their eyes burning with frenzy, even though they knew that there was 'death' ahead, they did not stop their steps.

Ziegler, who was far away on the walls of the fortress, noticed the Arcane Empire's unusual behavior and was quite suspicious and wary of it.

Cervantes had already broken into the inner city, but they still didn't make any big moves, which was not the case last time!

With a narrowing of his eyes, the red dragon picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to the maid: [Serena, how is the situation on the four battlefields that the Arcane Empire has just developed?]

[Probably just like you thought - the floating city has landed!]

There was no need for the Arcane Empire to do that, but instead of taking advantage of the air-to-ground advantage, they directly landed the four floating cities on the ground, that is, they were carrying out a plan, and this plan could only be completed if the floating cities landed on the ground......

"Rena!"

Ziegler screamed, his crimson wings suddenly spread behind him, and the puppet girl who had been standing next to him jumped onto his back, and then he turned into a red streamer and flew towards the floating city in the distance.

Below, the inner city's barrier was rapidly crumbling, fragments of the shattered shield falling downward, disintegrating and scattering into points of light before they hit the ground.

With unease, Ziegler fell.

The bluestone floor tiles exploded under his feet, and the black dragon who was slowly walking towards the mage tower was hit by the flying rubble, and frowned slightly, "Something happened?"

There was not a smile on the red dragon's face, which was what made Cervantes slightly uneasy.

"I suspect that the Arcane Empire has a conspiracy, and they are preparing to do something......" Ziegler took a deep breath and said seriously, "We need to destroy this floating city in the shortest possible time!"

Hearing this, the black dragon nodded to Ziegler, then turned his head to look at the three mage towers not far away, and grinned.

Behind them, the three Legends who had come back to their senses were rushing this way, and although they had been fooled and lame, they were still loyal to the Arcane Empire, and Cervantes had only taken advantage of their momentary stupefaction to attack the inner city, and Cervantes knew that sooner or later they would catch up.

At this point, Ziegler turned to face the three legends.

"Rena and I will deal with them...... You're a dragon, right?"

Cervantes didn't reply, just glanced at him, and the figure suddenly disappeared, and the roar of the air burst with it.

Pitch-black scales appeared one after another on the surface of the body, and a dark red light suddenly bloomed between these scales, as if lava was flowing in them.

Cervantes stood in the ruins and came to the three mage towers.

At that moment, a breeze caressed his face, and his eyes widened with disbelief.

- The wind is full of magic and magic!

............

"The breath of death, the smell of the soul ......"

The devil closed his eyes and took a deep breath in intoxication, suddenly frowned, suddenly opened his eyes, his face quickly became ugly, he spat on it, and said in a deep voice: "And the smell of those demons!"

Grush stared blankly in the direction behind him, and a familiar flame gate suddenly appeared there!

Devil......

Krylov III frowned deeply, clenched the reins, and looked around as the corpses that had long since died could no longer be dead struggled to get up from the ground, and a gate of white bones rose from the ground and appeared in the distance.

Undead......

A fireball suddenly flew from afar, but it failed to land in the army of the Duchy of Sorrowful Wind, and was exploded by a volley of bullets.

Knight Rodrigo sits on the back of the dragon, condescending, so he can take in the whole field.

"Soul! fresh soul!"

"My! That's mine!"

Demons mingled in the herd, and sharp quarrels rang out, as if they had been invited by the Arcane Empire, but they were slaughtering the white-haired monsters around them, greedily collecting their souls.

Thundered!

There was a violent tremor on the ground, and before many people could react, an obsidian door burst out of the ground, and when people turned their attention to it, they saw a group of demons rushing out of it, all with greedy excitement on their faces.

Demon......

"O Holy Light, what evil this is!"

An exclamation came from high in the sky, and when people looked up, they saw a divine creature from Heavenly Mountain staring at the earth with a shocked face.

He took the trumpet hanging from his waist, and suddenly it blew with a dull hum that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The light flickered beside him, and several divine envoys from Heavenly Mountain descended here.

How did they come about?

Grush's face gradually turned hideous, and there was no need to think about this question at all!

"Arcane Empire!!" the paladin gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at it, glaring angrily, as if he wanted to carve the floating city into his heart.

This was simply premeditated, and the arrival of the Heavenly Mountain Divine Envoy was certainly not a coincidence, everyone was calculated by the Arcane Empire!

At the urging of Latinia, the god of water, torture, and flogging was forced to descend into battle avatars, and these three gods were only weak in divine power, and had lived in fear for more than eight hundred years, fearing to be conscripted and killed by powerful mortals.

If this battle avatar were destroyed, they would suffer heavy damage.

Devils, demons, undead, oracles, and gods......

"Finally a god has descended. The pale-faced Jacques sneered twice, "It's a pity that their true bodies have all returned to the kingdom of God." ”

Feeling the intense magic in that breeze, Cervantes took a deep breath.

He was well aware of the fact that the floating city had opened the portal, but had they been keeping it running since the portal was built?

If that's the case, then every moment, countless substances come here from the Inland Sea region through the portal!

- What the Arcane Empire is trying to do!

The flames of battle had exploded behind him, Ziegler's battle had begun, and the red dragon had dragged down those three legends, and in a little while, maybe he would be able to solve those three legends to help him.

But he didn't have time to wait any longer!

The blood boiled like rivers of fire flowing through the body, and flames squeezed out from between the scales and swayed in the air.

The tyrannical flames were raging, rushing with the beating of the dragon's heart, piercing through the limbs and hundreds of corpses!

The body is like steel, and the blood is like fire!

Cervantes's eyes seemed to melt, blooming with a scorching light, and the flames that lingered around him swelled suddenly, and a moment later, a pair of pitch-black dragon wings tore apart the flames and stretched out as much as possible.

The monstrous dragon's head rose from the sea of fire, and the black dragon cast its tyrannical gaze on the three mage towers, cracking open its huge mouth.

"The war has begun!"

The corners of Jacques' mouth curled, his eyes flashed with madness, and a sickly smile appeared.

The floating islands in the middle of the Inland Sea connect the eight floating cities, each of which is linked to the leylines - the Arcane Empire has already mastered the 'lifeblood' of the entire Sloe Mendes and the entire planet of Assastom before anyone else has ever heard of it.

If you want to defeat the gods, if you can't elevate yourself to the level of the gods, then let the gods fall into the mortal dust!

Sitting upright on the arcane throne of the Cloud City, the leader of the Arcane Council looked around, chuckled, and raised his staff with the others—

"Banishment!"