Boom Boom!

The war drums sounded, and a group of legions stepped forward, black and oppressive like an overwhelming ant colony.

The array of guns is like a forest, and the array of knives is like a sea.

Chu Wangxian was domineering, and in front of the army, he was even more like looking at ants.

This is the undead of the Battle of Harding.

The Battle of Harding, Palestine, on 4 July 1187, was also a crushing defeat for the Crusaders.

The Sultan Saladin of Egypt defeated the Crusaders and captured them King Gay of Jerusalem and his brother Amarik, Reynard of Shatillon, Humphrey of Toron, Commander of the Templar Order Gerard of Ridford of the Templar Order, Roger de Maulins, Master of the Knights Hospitaller, and Bishop Acre.

The movie "Heavenly Dynasty" has described this war.

In that year, the Crusaders' sacred relic, the True Cross, was captured and destroyed by Saladin.

Legend has it that the True Cross was dismantled into several pieces and buried in different locations, and the Middle East has been so turbulent for hundreds of years, and there is also a reason why the Illuminati Cult is looking for the True Cross.

"If it's a resurrected ancient army, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with, and I can destroy it!"

The Orthodox alchemist who came with him whispered his opinion.

How much combat strength could an ancient army have! Now a small detachment of fully armed soldiers, with all the ammunition, is not too easy to kill 10,000 people in ancient times.

"Ridiculous!" Rasputin glanced behind him disdainfully, "Your experience is still too shallow, and if you continue to look at it, you will know that the inherent enchantment of Cross City is terrifying." ”

In the midst of the roar!

A wave of lightly armed cavalry was the first to rush along the slopes of the dunes, and their horses galloped, splashing sand and dust on the ground.

The distance of 500 meters was only a few tens of seconds, and the cavalry descended from the mountain and kept shouting.

After the riders had accelerated with a shout, they removed their throwing guns from the saddle and threw them with their right hand held high with their horsepower.

Hundreds of spears drew a graceful arc and shot at Chu Wangxian from a hundred meters away like raindrops.

After getting close, Chu Wangxian waved his right hand, ignited a raging flame, and burned the throwing gun.

The flames were even more endless, like a fiery snake rushing out, spreading and burning to a hundred meters away, and the cavalry phalanx of thousands of people was burned cleanly.

"It's nothing powerful!" muttered the alchemist who had just been reprimanded.

Fighting the ancients, one by one, this is simply a massacre.

On the battlefield, Chu Wangxian glanced at it coldly.

He kicked with his right foot, picked up a spear in his right hand, and threw it forward.

This spear brought out fire, and the spear was like a tank artillery, shooting directly at the heavy infantry phalanx, piercing the heavy formation.

The phalanx of heavy infantry was like a large piece of bread that had been cut away, and only two sides remained, and the hundred men were even more beaten to pieces, and their limbs were split.

"The prophet is so powerful, it's useless to even refine into a formation!" the alchemists muttered again.

Chu Wangxian casually picked up a weapon and threw it out, it was like the power of a cannonball, they didn't even see Chu Wangxian cast a refining array, which was really terrifying.

It's like a walking artillery, which makes them look at it with blood and envy.

Boom Boom!

With the rise of Chu Wangxian's war, several spears were shot out one after another like tank shells, and the complete military formations were like bitten cakes, shattered.

In this round of confrontation, at least five thousand people were killed by Chu Wangxian casually.

"See clearly!" Rasputin snapped, startling the alchemists' minds.

After an instant, the ground flashed, and the cavalry, which had been burned to ashes, gathered again into ashes, and reappeared on their horses.

It's the same with the infantry, the ashes gather together and come back from the dead.

"What's going on?"

"On the ground just now, could it be the light that has been refined into an array, but how is this possible, the light spreads ten miles away. ”

The alchemists watched with wide eyes in disbelief.

"We're all actually standing in the middle of the formation. After Rasputin finished speaking, the alchemists gasped and their hearts fell.

"Sure enough, just like the legend, the inherent enchantment of the Cross City World is a huge refining array, and this refining array can be related to the refining of the human body. Rasputin added.

The alchemists in the back all turned pale, and they cast a refining array, at most more than ten meters, and there was at least a huge refining formation formation of more than ten kilometers, what kind of concept was that.

This is enough to refine mountains, cities, lakes, and even everything, which is almost equal to the strength of the creator, which is simply inhuman.

This Pilate is so strong.

"It's useless!" In the middle of the battlefield, Pilate looked at Chu Wangxian confidently.

"I am the god of the world of the Cross Castle, and everything you destroy can be refined again. Whether it's the sky, the earth, the sea, or the dead warriors, you can try, and even if you run out of everything, it's just a futile battle!"

With a wave of his right hand, Pilate moved, and the true cross moved, like an ancient general, commanding tens of thousands of troops to attack together, and the overwhelming army moved again.

This scene is terrifying.

The army that had just been destroyed attacked again.

"Is there no way? Any enchantment has weaknesses. Anfia bit her lip.

"Weakness!" Rasputin sneered, "You're dead before you find the weakness." Pilate took a hundred years or more to complete the refining array, should you be an ordinary refining array?"

Watching tens of thousands of armies slaughter against him, the Orthodox Church and the Ideal Kingdom several alchemists turned pale.

They are strong, and they have no problem killing hundreds of people, even against thousands of crusaders, but they can't do it against an army with immortal bodies.

Sooner or later, he will die of exhaustion.

"Will the Prophet die?" said one of the alchemists.

On the battlefield.

Layers of troops pressed with overwhelming momentum, as if crushing the torrent of everything.

The boulder of the stone-throwing cart had already rained down on Chu Wangxian.

After a wave of heavy infantry, there was a rain of arrows from the longbowmen, and even if Chu Wangxian's body was like a bronze cast, it was a thud of impact.

Pilate watched confidently.

These crusaders are cannon fodder and infinite reincarnation.

It was forged by merging the souls of living people and ancient crusaders. If the soul is not destroyed, it will never die.

Even if Chu Wangxian survived the first wave, he wouldn't be able to survive the second and third waves of attacks. He is the creator god of the world, and he can create as many soldiers as he wants.

And if Chu Wangxian only thinks that he only has this means, then he will underestimate himself.

Pilate sneered and clapped his hands.

In the middle of the military formation, several knights in white armor stepped forward.

"Strong!" Chu Wangxian sensed the danger.

These white-armored knights are the leaders of the ancient temple, St. John and other knights, and their strength is very terrifying.

The leader of the Knights Templar, wielding a giant sword taller than a person, jumped high, the sword light flickered like a silver moon, and even the person slashed towards Chu Wangxian with a sword.

Chu Wangxian slapped directly, slashed down sharply with his right hand, cut off the attacking giant sword, and condensed a sword qi with his bare hands, smashing the leader of the Knights Templar in half.

Face the other side.

The commander of the Knights of St. John held a large shield high, like a wall, like a mountain pressing against Chu Wangxian.

Chu Wangxian's right fist exerted force, and it was smashed out with a simple and simple punch, and the head of the regiment who raised the shield was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and flew straight a hundred meters away.

"What a strong body!"

Pilate's confident face revealed a hint of doubt.

He had fought with the foundation building monks of Penglai Immortal Sect, but he didn't have such a strong body as Chu Wangxian.

"But I'm the god of the Cross World!"

Pilate gritted his teeth and regained his confidence, it would take some time at most, he didn't believe that after a day or even two days of fighting, Chu Wangxian would not have a moment of exhaustion.