The war, which lasted for half a month, finally gained a brief period of tranquility, and both sides seized every bit of time to rest and regain strength.

And Mo Lin, a senior commander of the Alliance Army, although he has not personally gone out of the battle in the past half a month, he has not rested, and his eyes are red and tired.

In the entire alliance army, the only one that still maintains the full combat effectiveness of the entire legion is the [Morin Mage Regiment]. Because the [Morin Mage Regiment] has always been in the magic boat, the low-level soldiers of the Ferrari people do not have much anti-air ability, so they have not been attacked.

But this is only temporary, and the next high-level combat power of the Ferrari people will come into play, and the [Morin Mage Regiment] will not be so lucky.

"The Ferrari people's will to fight is really terrifying, the low-level combat power of the whole clan is almost exhausted, and they don't even have the idea of retreating!"

"Instead of the idea of retreating, looking at their arrangement, they still want to do a big job!"

"What the hell is going on?, what good will it do the Ferraris to keep us all on the Ferrari Plane with all the strength of their clan?!"

"I don't know, it's too weird, it's not logical at all!"

"I have been on the Ferrari plane for hundreds of years, and I have fought with the Ferraris for hundreds of years, and it is only today that I recognize what a terrible, crazy race it is!"

“.......”

The half-month-long war of attrition not only brought fatigue to the front-line leaders of the various legions, but also frightened and puzzled.

They were puzzled, what was the Ferrari people trying to do with all their strength and the lives of all their tribesmen to fight to the death against the Alliance Army?

The reason for this, Morin couldn't figure it out.

But he was frightened, but he was not afraid, but the Ferrari people did not retreat, which was more in line with his wishes.

"What is the reason why the Ferrari people risk the extinction of the whole race and the risk of running out of blood to keep us in the Ferrari plane, this can be after the war is over, we can be full of thoughts, full of search. Morin spoke lightly, his voice was cold and ruthless, full of coldness: "But now, the most important thing for us is to win this war, completely defeat and destroy the Ferraris!"

"The strength of our ten-star archmage warriors is almost exhausted, more than half of the dead and wounded, and those who survive don't have much combat power. Next, it's time for the level of the U.S. mage to come into play, and even in the end, all of us present will have to fight in person!"

"Demigod powerhouses are no exception!"

Morin's words made everyone present nod silently and remain silent.

The war has reached the point where these ninth-order Flame Sun mages and even demigod powerhouses have to come to an end, and it is rare for them to fight in person.

Although they have been in front of Ferrari for hundreds of years, if not many millennia, most of the time, they have been in command and have fought in person, and there are very few of them.

As for the fact that they are all on the field and have a showdown, it is unprecedented!

Everyone's hearts froze slightly, and they knew very well in their hearts that this kind of moment was no longer the same as before, and now that they entered the battle, even they were in danger of falling.

Because, the battle is against the strong people of the same level as the Ferraris!

The Ferraris have only one king - Ferras.

But the Ferraris are not only a demigod powerhouse, but also a large number of elders, and in terms of numbers, the alliance army does not have much advantage.

"Master Opanisha, get ready for battle!"

Mo Lin didn't say much, but just gave a faint order, so that all the Upanishads were ready for battle.

The Arpanishon mages are fighting, but they can't hide in the defense line and fight like the ten-star archmages, because the personnel are scarce, they need to get out of the defense line and fight with the strong people of the same level as the Ferraris!

The battlefield in the air is the battlefield of the Upanishon mages!

At the moment when Merlin's voice sounded, all the arcane mages and those with magic boats in the whole alliance army took out their magic boats, boarded the magic boats, and prepared to fight.

......

Opposite, the Ferrari camp.

Ferras uttered all kinds of jerky and incomprehensible incantations, extremely long and extremely rappy, and as his incantations sounded, all the Ferrari below the super level burst into flames, real burning, turning into flames and giving up their lives.

At the cost of their lives, many Ferrari people burned themselves, turned into raging fire, and fused with each other to form a flame giant with a powerful breath of life.

Every Flame Giant has reached a super-level life level, and the remaining Ferrari people, who can survive, are also super-level.

The Feraris, who were densely packed like a sea of fire, were left with less than a few hundred thousand left, including the Flame Giants.

However, these hundreds of thousands of people have put more pressure on the Alliance Army than the hundreds of millions of Ferraris before!

All the Arcane mages in the Alliance Army are only 100,000, but the Ferrari people have instantly increased their super-level combat power to hundreds of thousands through this way of burning their lives.

Super combat power, once again occupies an absolute numerical advantage!

The aura of terror and the shock at the level of life made everyone in the alliance army look very solemn.

Ferras glanced around the Alliance Army, and the Flame Scepter in his hand suddenly waved, pointing in the direction that was the core of the sky, protected by thirty Void Transport Ships-the Conquest.

"Warriors of Ferrari, my warriors, burn all enemies before you with your wrath!"

Feras roared and gave the final command.

Hundreds of thousands of super-level combat powers, roaring in unison, stepping on the waves of fire, soared into the air, like an upside-down flame meteor, rushing towards the flagship [Conquest] where Merlin was.

At the same time, with the Flame Scepter in his hand, Ferras soared into the air surrounded by more than a dozen Ferrari demigod powerhouses and many transcendent ninth-order powerhouses around him, and personally entered to participate in the final battle!

......

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time for the decisive battle has arrived!"

Seeing Ferras entering in person and walking towards him, Morin's eyes flashed with excitement, suppressed his excited voice, and said in a deep voice.

The front-line leaders of the various legions around him looked at each other, unable to understand Mo Lin's excited thoughts, in their impressions, Mo Lin was still the fourth-order Silver Moon Mage, the weak man who relied on the main cannon of the Void Battleship to bombard and kill a demigod powerhouse.

Yes, the weak!

Even if Merlin has killed a demigod, in the eyes of a demigod powerhouse, if he does not rely on his own strength to achieve the combat power of a demigod, he is a weak!

"As the king of the Ferraris, Ferras has the purest ancient fire god blood of the Ferraris flowing through his body, and he is very strong!"

"The Flame Crown on his head and the Flame Scepter in his hand are not only a symbol of the authority of the Ferrari king, but also the treasure of the Ferrari town, a top-notch demigod!"

"Coupled with the fact that he is in the Ferrari plane and has the advantage of terrain, his strength can reach the top demigod!"

"Councilor Morin, we need at least three demigods to unite before we can deal with him!"

A demigod said with a somewhat hurried expression.

His meaning is obvious, that is, let Merlin run away, and they will drag Ferras!

Unexpectedly, Morin raised his palms, made a gesture of refusal, and said calmly and coldly: "No, Ferras is mine!"