Under the attack of Charon, who did not spare a hand, the entire ancient temple melted into the fission heat, and the internal organs of Hell Yug'an were also burned to charcoal, lying on the ground and wailing miserably. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although it didn't die for the first time, it was impossible to continue fighting, in fact, as a demonic beast, if it didn't have the shackles of a witch, it wouldn't have been defeated so quickly, but there weren't so many ifs in the world after all, otherwise there wouldn't be so many knights who fell on the steps, and it would be difficult to piece together even a complete body.

The air was hot and dry, and Charon rode his Cossack horse to Hell Yugyan, who silently raised his weapon as the latter's red eyes were as hot as brass bells stared.

The two-handed swords that were loaded with sword skills were already mottled, and tiny cracks crawled all over the spine like spider silk, but for the fragile beast, the sword was full of mortal danger.

Jin Hua swooped, and the two-handed sword shot out of his hand, turning into a golden mang and penetrating into the head of the demonic beast, and before the blood from the wound could spray out, this hell Yugean lost all its vitality.

According to the information in the information crystal, Pamela Inner City has been defeated, and the fastest progress is the investigation team under the command of the old knight of Gaynor, this group of elite knights gnawed most of the difficult bones, and the area where the Wind Knight is located is similar to his side, as if it is stuck in a quagmire.

The Knight leads Greyjoy in the middle lane, controlling the overall situation and controlling the legions remotely, while the Knight of Sin is recovering his strength for the last chance of a dagger.

The dimness of dusk swept the sky, Pamela was still full of tyrannical battles, and Charon exhaled a breath that he could secretly devour the free energy, and his mind was already tired under the continuous fighting.

The battle continued until late at night, when the cold invaded the whole of Pamela, and the intensity slowly subsided, and the legions on the front line were basically withdrawn, and after the witches used various forbidden spells to fight back, they almost shed their last drop of blood.

The new force that was replaced did not fight with the witches, and the siege equipment had been sent to the city one after another, and the witches who had retreated to the hinterland basically had no chance of winning, and there was no need to sacrifice more knights.

A makeshift camp had been set up against the walls, and the cyan banner was planted in the central clearing, glowing to nourish the wounded lying on the ground.

This healing artifact can't achieve the rebirth of severed limbs, but it is still a great help for the knight to expel the xenomorph energy wrapped around his body and promote wound healing.

Pamela, considered a sacred place by witches, was now in ruins, and the magnificent buildings had collapsed into ruins during the battle, and the frost and cold air had covered them with a layer of crystal.

In the silence, a large team of four or five men was sent out to collect the corpses, and they pushed through the ruins and freed the robes buried in the masonry.

"Zane Leshrac..."

The young knight carefully looked at the corpse he found, and barely recognized the identity of the other party, and his heart was a little complicated, this guy who was powerful and trafficked in human beings had even half of his head smashed, and the residents of Beiqi City would probably be very happy if they knew.

The vengeance did not deceive the young knight, who slammed the body into the sack and searched the vicinity for the lost relics of the deceased, which would be returned to the nations along with the deceased, and that was the only thing he could do to help.

The knights recruited by the alliance are not all righteous people, and there are also many people with bad conduct, and in their own fiefdoms, they may still be representatives of evil forces, but in this war, they are worthy of the heroism of the knights, and the heroic sacrifice is even more blameless.

Things often have two sides, and the guy who is spurned by others can also be called a hero under certain conditions, but the price is too cruel.

The remaining intact place was used as a front-line stronghold, the flag of the Alliance was planted on the eaves, the legion commander opened the protective weapon to cover the area, and the newly dispatched knights were neatly equipped and sat on the cold ground.

Yesterday, they were the echelon behind the siege, and the loss was not much, and they were all full of energy at this time, and if there was a change on the witch's side, they could start fighting at any time.

A watchtower made of underground rock formations stood on the perimeter, and Charon stood alone in the high platform above, his eyes closed and his mind restored, his torn mantle beside him.

The seven legions on the left flank had all been withdrawn to the rear to rest, and he no longer needed to command his legions, and the task given to him by Greyjoy was to sit in this area of operations and wait for tomorrow's decisive battle.

The golden waves washed the meridians, and some of them overflowed to the outside, soothing the muscles on the body, soothing the restless qi and blood, even so, the vigorous vitality was still like a round of scorching sun, if it was not tightly locked in the skin membrane by him, Chong Xiao Qi would directly expose his position.

Yesterday's defeat of the Ice Singer and the leading of the knights to break through the walls of the city barrier, the witch's side increased their efforts to keep an eye on his movements.

The witches now did not have the strength to contend with several pinnacle-level knights, so they chose to avoid a few of them and use forbidden magic to inflict a large number of casualties on ordinary legions, so as to delay the progress of the war.

From yesterday evening to the early hours of the morning, the continuous war was basically this type, the elite witches retreated after performing their witchcraft, and the follow-up spells were maintained by ordinary witches giving their lives.

They did succeed, killing a large number of knights at a very small cost, and also exhausted Charon and other big knights, and consumed a lot of strength, but in this way, their background became less and less, prompting Greyjoy to decide to fight a decisive battle in advance.

Time passed between the fingers, and soon the time came when the dawn was about to rise, and the struggle between the scouts on both sides gradually calmed down, and the large battalion of the alliance was strong, but the legions had not yet been dispatched, and riots broke out abruptly from the rear.

"Hero lying on the ground, can you feel your body gradually losing its temperature and becoming cold, and are you being dragged step by step towards the abyss, unable to extricate yourself from pain-"

Faint whispers spread in the wind, little by little penetrating beneath the magnificent city walls, where dense corpses lay on the ground, covered with a blood-stained white cloth.

"Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that there are still unfulfilled wishes, and there are regrets left empty for a lifetime....."

"You are willing to be helpless but powerless, you can be attached to the prosperity and vitality of the world, if you are unwilling! Then, tear open this night, stand up!"

The yin wind blew, and the suffocating power descended suddenly, and the stiff fingers began to hook and clench, as if the rusty bones and joints creaked, and tens of thousands of corpses were dragged to sit up one after another.

The shroud slipped down, and they held their heads high, looking back on their lives, their dim eyes full of vivid colors at this time, and the scene was incomparably spectacular and shocking!

The iron box fell to the ground, and the knight in charge of dismantling the corpse and cleaning up the relics with the medicine was so pale that he almost fainted to death.

"Blasphemy against the dead! These witches are crazy!"

"Damn bastards, Soft-footed shrimp, run for me!"

Several of his companions cursed and hurriedly dragged him to run away, and had to report the serious situation to the public.

"You've finally woken up...", the gentle voice that woke them from their slumber, and the dead looked around, and before they could find their target, the tone of the voice suddenly became sharp and old.

"Filthy and lowly knights, you have finally woken up!"

The dark green poisonous mist continued to gather, forming a huge old Ji face, she had a vicious smile, and every fold on her face was lifelike, "Since you are so unwilling to die, then accept my alms, I will make good use of your broken body and give your alliance a generous gift, Ji-"

One of the dead stood up, tore off his left arm, and looked straight at Lao Ji in the air, and the other dead also stood up one after another, showing obvious desire to attack.

"That's right, that's it, keep getting angry, so that the corpse can regain some mobility, and the old body can better control so many of your miscellaneous pieces-"

Dark green faces fluttered down from the air, turning into thousands of plumes of smoke in wild laughter, pouring into the bodies of the deceased, fighting for control.

The alarm bell sounded, and Greyjoy and Aaron, the Knight of Punishment, suddenly got up and sensed the strange rear.

Knight Gaino, who was cultivating in the front camp, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up with his seriously injured body, and the knights of the investigation group who were guarding him also felt disgusting and ominous, and the sound of drawing their swords rang out for a while.

"It's almost time to attack, how can there be a moth!"

The Wind Knight pursed his lips, opened the communication treasure to contact more than ten legion commanders, the legions in this combat area are ready to open, but there is chaos in the rear, and it is no longer appropriate to launch an attack at this time.

The dense flow of information was converging from all directions, and most of Pamela's vision was built in Charon's mind, and he "saw" the walking dead emitting a poisonous mist far behind, and also noticed the army of witches waiting dozens of miles away, and the vague super-large witchcraft fluctuations.

"I don't know if I'm dead or alive!" Charon's eyes showed a cold look, and he had already jumped out of the watchtower in the stride, and the thunder boots flashed in the air with a frantic arc of energy, and a violent sonic boom sounded, and the whole person was like a cannonball bombing into the distance.