Time flies.

an hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Artillery of all calibers roared.

The high-speed machine gun made a 'rattling' sound like tearing cloth.

The high-pitched, clear gunfire of assault rifles joined together.

Three war airships hovered high in the sky, and chains of fire frantically whipped down from the sky, causing large areas of blood mist to rise on the ground.

The war airships had received flag orders from the ground, and they dropped bombs much less frequently.

They hovered in the air, only to see wolves and highlanders gathering below, and they slowly dropped a giant bomb that completely flattened the area for more than half a mile.

The army of the highlanders......

The wolves of the Highlanders......

Collapsed.

The brave highlanders, in the face of this fire blow beyond their imagination, lost their souls and slammed around the battlefield like the walking dead.

Trench defenses, they were unable to get close half a step.

They wanted to retreat, but intensive artillery fire blocked their retreat route. The giant bombs dropped by the high-altitude war airships made them have no way to escape.

In a battlefield within a radius of about ten miles, corpses were everywhere, and blood was frozen into ice. Countless highland men who were fierce and brutal on weekdays, wielding swords and swords at every turn, threw away their armor one by one, discarded all the ordnance and baggage they carried, and scurried around like headless flies.

Wolves ...... These ferocious and vicious wolves have finally recovered a trace of wisdom from the boundless wildness.

With their tails between their legs and a terrible scream, they fled around the battlefield and were blown to pieces by the falling shells and bombs, and were killed on the spot by the accurate shooting of the Imperial soldiers.

Armed with assault rifles, new grenades, and even mortars of 120 millicalibers, groups of Imperial soldiers covered each other and walked out of the trenches, advancing step by step towards the bloody battlefield.

On the battlefield, from time to time, bold highlanders burst out of the pile of corpses, waving their swords and lunging at the Imperial soldiers.

But often just a few gunshots, or simply the sound of a grenade exploding, sent the counter-attacking highlanders to the ground.

Joe also followed Gorkin, with a company of guards, into the battlefield.

Joe's two sleeves shattered, and the Titan Fist enveloped his hands and arms, constantly emitting a faint ghostly light.

The soldiers around were constantly shooting, and highlanders and wolves were constantly killed.

Life is so humble at this moment, with every breath, thousands of lives are trampled into the mud.

The others were invisible, except in Qiao's crimson eyes, where the battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of scarlet aura that condensed into substance. This layer of evil qi was hundreds of feet high, covering more than ten miles of battlefield, like a blood-colored ocean boiling and tumbling.

Joe took a deep breath, and then the scarlet aura swept towards him.

On Joe's body, every pore opened wildly, like a small black hole, hysterically devouring the evil qi pouring in from the outside world.

Crimson's instincts roared wildly, trembling.

Scarlet evil qi poured into his body, and immediately turned into wild currents of heat that washed over his body.

Joe's skin was slightly red, and his spiritual sea, strength sea, and energy sea were constantly expanding and contracting, beating as rapidly as his heart.

With each beat, the texture of the three seas is one point more tenacious on the basis of the 'perfect' state, and the volume of the three seas is one point more inflated on the basis of the 'perfect state'.

The spiritual power in the spiritual sea, the blood energy in the sea of power, and the power of knights in the sea of energy, the three strange powers are all washed by the heat flow of scarlet evil qi, constantly purifying, constantly condensing, and the density is getting higher and higher, and the purity is getting higher and higher.

Gradually, the spiritual power in Qiao's spiritual sea gradually changed from crimson mist to water mist. Drops of tiny liquid slowly condensed in the spiritual sea, and Joe's spiritual power began to show signs of liquefaction.

The same is true of the flesh energy in the sea of power.

The power of knights in the sea of energy, even more so.

Joe followed Gorkin, who was armed with a new assault rifle, grinning and occasionally pulling the trigger.

His marksmanship was so accurate that with every shot, a highlander or a wolf fell to the ground a thousand feet away.

Taking advantage of the gunfire around him, Joe remembered his promise to Balance Ram.

Joe bit the tip of his tongue and silently recited a prayer to Ram in his heart. The blood that flowed from the tip of his tongue was quickly stained with a trace of strange power, ancient, decaying, decaying, and unpredictable......

The crimson blood wriggled in Joe's mouth like a living thing, and finally turned into a hundred blood-colored divine patterns full of strange powers.

Joe coughed heavily, then spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Gorkin glanced back at Joe, who was already spitting on the ground. The battlefield was covered with blood, frozen into ice, solidified, and steaming and cooling rapidly......

Joe's mouthful of blood spat on the ground, not at all inconspicuous.

Gorkin didn't notice Joe's small movements either, he just nodded and admonished, "Joe, this is the battlefield, be careful...... Well, don't be too nervous, we've won this battle. ”

Joe grinned.

The blood he spat out expanded rapidly on the ground.

Hundreds of weird and distorted divine patterns frantically devoured the blood and water around them, like tillers and leeches, quickly turning one into two, two into four, and four into eight......

A hundred or so divine patterns have turned into tens of billions in a few breaths.

These divine patterns spread rapidly along the blood on the ground, covering the entire battlefield in an instant.

An unknowable and unfathomable place for ordinary people.

Above the void of the battlefield.

A dimension that is invisible to the naked eye.

A small scale, like a phantom, the whole body is tattered and dilapidated, quietly appearing in the thick clouds high in the sky of the battlefield.

Ancient, decaying, decaying, forgotten, unknowable, unfathomable......

An indescribable aura enveloped the entire battlefield.

Qiao clearly sensed the advent of Ram's power.

In addition to him, near the battlefield, the strength of the Hydra secret guard who had reached the sixth order, as well as the Salian who was stronger than the ordinary Hydra secret guard, and several senior imperial generals with the rank of general on their epaulettes, they all felt a slight chill in their bodies at the same time.

It was a shock from the depths of their souls, and their flesh instinctively had some kind of stress reaction.

This feeling was like a lonely orphan, timidly walking on the moor of the night, a huge, wriggling, ferocious, vicious and cunning monster quietly burrowed out of the ground behind him, poked its huge head above his head, and gently dripped a thin stream of saliva......

It's a nightmarish horror born of biological instinct.

This is the human race, which originated from the terror of the primordial birth.

It is the instinctive horror from the soul to every cell that fate cannot be controlled by itself, life cannot be controlled by oneself, everything is controlled by external forces, and the body is involuntary and powerless to resist.

"Damn Highlanders, what do they want?" Salian gritted his teeth and subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist: "Do they want to pray for the power of the wolf king Wall?" Ha, we should have brought some high-level god sticks here......"

The Imperial generals were silent, they just looked around vigilantly.

If the Highlanders really use the power of the wolf king Wall...... Only the Divine Sticks can deal with it, and they should really get a few high-level Divine Sticks from the cathedral of the Imperial Capital, as Salian said.

"Your Highness, we beat them too hard this time...... This is the most glorious victory of our empire over the highlanders in more than a hundred years...... Their losses were too heavy...... They are afraid that they will really use the power of forbidden heresy at all costs. ”

One of the Imperial Admirals present muttered under his breath.

At the back of the wolf pack, in the army controlled by the high priests of the wolf temple, more than a dozen high priests listened dumbfounded as they heard the news from the scouting wolf riders.

Eighteen tribal coalition troops, hundreds of thousands of elite highland warriors, and several times the number of vicious wolf packs were actually beaten by the imperial army in just a few hours, and almost collapsed?

"It can't be!" The thin old man, who was several times more weighted than his body weight with gold jewelry, screamed: "This is impossible...... The Imperial Pigs must have cheated, they must have cheated...... We, we must retaliate, we must retaliate! ”

The eyes of the high priests shone with a murderous glow.

They wanted to teach those young Zhuang clan nobles a lesson.

They wanted to weaken a little bit of the military power controlled by Her Majesty the Empress of the Plateau Empire.

But they don't want to lose a lot here, or even annihilate them all.

In any case, the highlanders who rushed ahead were their people, their people, and the source of their wealth and power. Thirty or fifty thousand dead and wounded, they can accept it...... Hundreds of thousands of dead and wounded, and no tribe could afford to lose it.

These are the best of the best in the tribe.

"Great Wolf King, we must do something." A group of high priests muttered in a sinister tone.

With that, Ram's breath fell from the sky.

These high priests, who were about to do something, suddenly stiffened, and they sat stiffly on the backs of wolves like frogs targeted by a venomous serpent, unable to move, unable to speak.

In front of their eyes, a chaotic, turbid chaotic void appeared.

Endless ancient, decaying, decaying, gray currents with a strong smell of death and oblivion swirled around them.

In front of their eyes, a huge shadow appeared that could not be described, could not be described, could not be speculated, and could not be accurately described.

A faint wolf howl sounded in the minds of the high priests, and then the wolf howl disappeared and was never to be seen again.

A terrible 'concept' flashed through the minds of the high priests.

Then this 'concept' disappeared...... Their memories of this 'concept', of the existence that this 'concept' represents, and of the chaotic void in front of them, and the shadow standing in the middle of it, all dissipated.

It's as if none of this ever existed.