"We know what you're talking about, but we still have our own plans. If you don't have anything else to do, please go back, as long as the nobles and your dwarven allies can help our people keep these birdmen's subordinate races at bay. The strongest of the Seven Cities of the Terran Race, the city lord of Anseong, spoke up.

This is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his mid-fifties, and he is one of the three city lords who initially resolutely opposed this battle.

After the elf woman left, the city lord of Ancheng spoke up again, "Qin Baiying, if we are defeated this time, then you will be the sinner of the entire human race!"

Qin Baiying, the city lord of the Imperial City, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and replied, "What does it matter if I am a sinner by then?"

"Hmph, if it weren't for your repeated instigation, how would we have gathered here?" the city lord of Anjo rebuked angrily.

"Anton, you don't want to go too far! I just let it go again and again for the sake of you leading the human race through those difficult years back then, do you really think that I, Qin Baiying, are afraid of you?" The female city lord was also angry, and slapped the table.

The armor on his body changed color in an instant, and the momentum was huge and terrifying for a while.

"Okay two, the big war is coming, if we start infighting again, I don't think we need to fight!" The city lord of Shuncheng stood up and persuaded peace.

Hearing this, Anton Lai turned his gaze at Wang Dashan and wondered: "City Lord Wang, I really want to know why you judge the two of you for a while? I remember that you were also against the war before, what is the reason why you have changed so much?"

When all the city lords present heard this, they all turned their eyes to Wang Dashan for a while.

Wang Dashan smiled when he saw this scene, and replied: "What's so strange about this, it's just that I also think that we can't go on like this, these foreigners will not die for a day, and we will be restless for a day." ”

"In that case, why don't you finish the battle, I think the Qin City Lord's plan is very correct!"

After Wang Dashan finished speaking, he said: "You have come to this point, I think we should prepare for the next big battle, and besides, these things are not appropriate, right?"

"It should be like this!" Qin Baiying said indifferently.

When Anton came to see Qin Baiying's attitude, there was another burst of anger, but he finally held back.

"Okay, let's gossip, the big battle we set up can only trap these birdmen for seven days, and if we immediately arrange our troops, it will take at least three days, which means that we must take down these birdmen in four days, and if the time comes, let them escape. You know the consequences!" said the city lord of Shuncheng.

"That's right, if we let them escape, we will win if we can win with the help of floating islands. At that time, no one can guarantee whether the demon clan will take advantage of the fire to rob. Wang Dashan echoed.

"Then what else are you talking about, we will immediately control our own men and horses, and we will attack in three days!" Qin Baiying stood up and walked towards the outside of the account.

"This girl is really presumptuous! It's unreasonable!" Anton looked at Qin Baiying, who had already left, and said angrily.

"Lord Ancheng don't be impatient, this Qin Baiying and a female stream can come to this day, it is really not easy, and it is reasonable to have a little temper. Besides, at this time, it is a matter of life and death for our human race, and there are some trivial things. It's better for everyone to turn a blind eye!" The city lord of Qin City said with relief.

Hearing this, Anton snorted coldly and did not say anything more.

Three days passed in a flash, and although the Terrans were not monolithic, they could be twisted into a rope when facing external enemies.

The angel clan was trapped in Mangdang Mountain by the formation, and the army of two billion monks of the human race pressed the realm in front of them, and hundreds of millions of demon clans cut off the retreat path at this time, and at this time, it was like a turtle in the urn.

"Archangel, is this the treasure that attracts us?" asked a four-winged four-winged angel curiously.

"Well, yes, it's this thing! This thing has a unique shape and extraordinary power! Even if I haven't seen it when I was in the god realm, it seems that this human race really can't stay, it's only been less than a thousand years, their population has not decreased but increased, and they have also refined such divine objects. If this is to give them a thousand years, we are afraid that there is really no place for us!" The man with six wings on his back and a golden bun on his head looked at the Yin Luo Banner in his hand and said lightly.

"But the archangels, we are trapped here now, and there are enemies in front of and behind. We're afraid we won't be able to stop it!" asked the four-winged angel on one side.

Hearing this, the Seraphim smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, even if we all die in battle! As long as our angelic hearts are not damaged, the glory of the Lord will surely return to the world." We're just losing a few memories!"

"But as long as we bring this thing back, it will inevitably be a huge feat, and it is not impossible for you and me to go to the next level!"

After speaking, he said: "Tell me to go down, and we must hold on for another four days at all costs!"

"Yes!"

Less than a few hours after the Seraphim man's order was given, the Terran monks at the foot of Mangdang Mountain were divided into seven camps, each of which also had hundreds of millions of monks.

Those who are high in cultivation are standing in the sky, and those who are weak in cultivation are arranging troops on the ground as in ancient times.

Nearly 2 billion people have surrounded the southwest side of the entire Mangdang Mountain.

From a distance, it looks like a black curtain covering the sky, which is extremely permeating.

Wang Dashan, Qin Baiying, An Donglai and other seven supreme leaders of the human race stood in the air.

Almost at the same time, the seven of them waved their hands and shouted, "Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The shouts of billions of monks in unison caused the aura of heaven and earth to instantly converge on Mangdang Mountain and form a thick dark cloud.

"Click"

A huge lightning bolt pierced the sky, and it rained heavily in a moment on the entire Mangdang Mountain, and the originally bright sky was also pitch black for a moment.

But that doesn't stop the killings from continuing.

The bright swords and magic weapons were even more solemn under the light of lightning.

Countless low-level monks still climbed up the mountain range, heading towards the floating island of the angel clan who landed on the ground.

And countless high-level cultivators have already fought with the angel clan.

The battle above the sky caused the dark clouds in the sky to disperse a little.

Zhao Xianzong, who was hidden above the battle group, was very interested in the floating islands of these people of the angel clan, and these seemingly huge magic weapons also had the effect of isolating the divine sense.

Each floating island seems to be only a thousand zhang in size, but there are a lot of people pouring out of it, so it seems that these magic weapons have the means of meson space, and they are somewhat similar to their own flying boats.

The battle lasted for three days and three nights, and the blood had already stained the entire Mangdang Mountain, and there was a sea of corpses and blood everywhere, and the bubbling blood converged down the Mangdang Mountain, forming a blood-colored river that was not small for a day.

Under Zhao Xianzong's induction, the bloody qi had turned into a wolf smoke that rose to the sky and went straight to the sky.

This place may become a haunt in the future!

"Roar!"

A huge sound struck overwhelmingly, and Zhao Xianzong glanced at the source of the sound, only to find that it was countless Terran monks who were roaring excitedly.

It turned out that the angel clan was surrounded and annihilated because of the small number of people after all.

At this time, only a seraphim archangel with a lead remained in the field.

These days, Zhao Xianzong has also gained a lot of angelic hearts, and after these people's bodies fall, the angel hearts will break through the sky, which is a bit similar to Yuanying Escape.

But Zhao Xianzong, who had the help of the white bone flags, turned into the evil star of these energy bodies and wiped them out.

It's just that as the more angel hearts are harvested, the more Zhao Xianzong can discover the weirdness in them.

These energies are extremely pure, and they do not carry any attributes in themselves, which is why the magic used by the angel clan will always call themselves holy light!

The reason is because they simply don't know how to do anything else!

"Then what is their so-called rebirth? Obviously, it's just that the energy has gone back, and the memory has dissipated, why are they reborn? How can they be reborn?" Zhao Xianzong looked at the last Seraphim below, who was still fighting frantically, and was very puzzled.

obviously has the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, but there is no means of the late Yuan Infant, which gives people the feeling that it is more like a cultivation that has been forcibly raised alive.

But who can create a monk in the late Yuan Infant period out of thin air?

Even if it's a defective product, it's also a monk of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, dozens of Terran monks joined forces to smash the last Angel Clan.

After the six-winged man's body shattered, like the other angels, a stream of light burst out of his body and headed towards the sky.

But the difference is that this angel's heart is pale pink and different from the milky white before!

"Photograph!"

Zhao Xianzong held the white bone banner and shook it slightly, and several pitch-black mist wrapped the pink angel's heart.

It's just that unlike before, Zhao Xianzong can obviously feel the tremendous strength of struggle.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Zhao Xianzong's mana increased a few points, and the beating pink energy block finally quieted down.

Pinched it in his hand, and saw that it was overflowing, and he still didn't perceive the existence of spiritual intelligence.

Just when Zhao Xianzong was about to withdraw his divine sense, his eyes shrank suddenly!

"This is? This is a program!"

Feeling the faint information coming from it, Zhao Xianzong was also shocked for a while.

If it is said that this is a species created by a certain cultivator, Zhao Xianzong can also accept it.

But the information I got now is very likely that this so-called angel race is not a true cultivation race, but a genuine scientific and technological civilization.

And these so-called angels are actually just a means of advent to this technological civilization, just like the nerve conduction technology in the previous Avatar movies in the Earth period.

These so-called angels are nothing more than a kind of nervous advent of that civilization.

When ** is killed, their divine consciousness will be separated from ** and return to the main body, and the source of power of this physical body will also return.

This also explains why they don't die, because their ontology doesn't die at all!

As for why they only have battle memories, this is also a mechanism they set up to protect themselves, otherwise if a race's divine sense is not strong enough, too many deaths will inevitably cause their divine consciousness to collapse!

At this point, Zhao Xianzong instantly had a clearer understanding of this world.

"I hope it's not what I guessed! If that's the case, it's really terrifying, but if that's the case, maybe this is still an opportunity!" Zhao Xianzong looked inexplicably and pinched the angel's heart in his hand and said lightly.