The northern region of Bianzhou is also an area of the main attack of the Undead Empire.

Now here, it has been shrouded in the endless prison of sword intent, and countless corpses of the undead have been crushed and poured into roads, buildings, and high-rise buildings, all of which have been wiped out by the pure and extreme sword intent.

Countless corpses in military uniforms littered the field, staining the roads and streets with layers of blood.

When it came, it was a whole mighty army, mighty, but the people who are still alive today can even be described as 'rare'.

The price paid for this battle is too great.

"Click, click!"

Kong Hong slowly knelt on the ground, and the already sparse demon costume on his body was impacted by that impact, and suddenly turned into messy pieces of demon soldiers, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

Kong Hong's exposed military uniform had many torn gaps, and inside were blood-red holes, all of which were wounded when he fought with the undead.

"Medical team, medical team!! Come on, come on! Come and heal the Captain! "One of the guards saw the state of the military leader, was startled, and shouted.

Now the appearance of the military leader has changed beyond recognition, and the overall appearance is a bloody man. If it weren't for the familiarity with the face of the military leader, the guards would never have thought that this person who was extremely embarrassed and had tattered clothes was the military leader.

"No, let's heal the others first, you can't die......"

The military leader waved his hand and said softly.

The hospital team, which was already short of manpower, heard the words of the military leader and nodded.

The military leader is beyond the realm, and his physical fitness is stronger than everyone else, and correspondingly, it takes more magic energy to repair the military leader's injuries.

It was obviously after the war, but Kong Hong had a face of vicissitudes and loneliness, without the slightest joy.

He is the head of the Bianzhou Military Department, and he is also a soldier, and he knows best what the war brings, there is no venting of the desire to kill, nor is there the joy of imagination, only endless pain and mourning.

He thought he had reached a state of detachment and had seen through all this, but when the war happened to him, he still couldn't let go.

"Chief, where are you going?"

A soldier asked Kong Hong.

On weekdays, Kong Hong treats them like relatives, so when he talks to Kong Hong, even ordinary soldiers will not be too nervous.

"Don't go anywhere, just walk around, feel free......"

With a sentence, Kong Hong dragged his tired and heavy body and slowly walked away.

Some of the sergeants who still survived, the soldiers looked at the back of Kong Hong leaving, looked at each other, and didn't know how to comfort them.

Dragging his exhausted body, walking on this originally extremely prosperous street, looking at the road that is now full of devastation and now only ruins, Kong Hong sighed deeply.

As if he was tired of walking, Kong Hong sat down on the side of the swimming pool, which carried a stream of mud and many undead hanging in it.

Kong Hong gently stretched out the hand that had slaughtered countless undead, with a lot of scars on it, as well as countless calluses, all of which were injured in countless battles with demons.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and Kong Hong only felt that there was a sword intent power wrapped around his fingertips, probing his breath.

That's not his power, it's Beigong Jianhua's.

The sword intent swept through neatly, and it seemed that as long as there was the slightest hint in the breath, it would burst out with peerless sword power, and it would be slashed at all costs. The moment the sword intent probed and sensed the breath of the living in it, it turned into a gentle touch, no longer staying, and gradually dissipated.

Looking at the boundless sword intent floating in the sky, Kong Hong's mind seemed to take off, and he didn't know where to go.

…………

The people of the Underworld quietly retreated after that, having done what they had to do, and there was no reason to stay any longer.

Before leaving, the people of the Dark Realm went to the land of ice silkworms to investigate, and sure enough, as expected, Night Snow had left them. To their surprise, Ye Xue passed on her Holy Ice to a strange woman, and it seemed that she still had a relationship with Liu Feng.

Because of the Heavenly Evil, the people in the dark world paid great attention to Liu Feng, and even the people around him also paid attention to it. If Liu Feng knew that he had been favored by one of the strongest criminal forces in the world, the Dark Realm, he would definitely cry and laugh.

In the mountains and forests, more than a dozen black shadows shuttle through the lush green jungle and cross the streams.

Everyone's bodies were stained with blood, and the black dark robes were a little messy, and there were many scratches.

At a boulder, the group stopped.

Looking at the dilapidated scene in Bianzhou City, the group was a little silent, just watching quietly, and no one spoke. It's just that the eyes revealed by the golden mask inadvertently shed loneliness and sorrow.

"That's it......"

Ya Yumang's voice fell, Yu Linglong nodded, the silver light of the space jumped on the fingertips, the space in the space ring opened, and the three corpses slowly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"You died for the future of the arcane, and you died for Bianzhou, and you deserve to be buried in Bianzhou......"

Ya Yu Mang murmured softly.

The place they chose happened to be on the border of Bianzhou, and because of the scarcity of resources, there were few demons or undead to dispatch.

A flash of divine light blending chaos and space flickered, and Ya Yu Mang leaned over and gently ripped off the clothes and feet of the three corpses.

The dark robe is unique to the people of the underworld, and it is also the result of their lifelong beliefs

"All the way, go well ......"

With Ya Yu Mang's soft words, a burst of flames erupted from the palm of his hand, gradually burning the three pieces of clothes, and Ya Yu Mang scattered, and the ashes flew away.

Looking at the little ashes that danced towards the sky and gradually drifted away into the distance, everyone looked silently, watching closely, as if mourning the dead comrades.

Gradually, the grief subsided, and it was covered with a stronger conviction.

The day they joined the Underworld, they were ready to sacrifice for the sake of the arcane future, and this belief was already in every drop of blood.

"This sacrifice is not insignificant, a new Dharma protector, three apostles ......," Ya Yu Mang muttered.

Yu Linglong saw the sorrow on Ya Yumang's face, and comforted softly: "Don't blame yourself too much, it's not your fault." ”

"No, I didn't bring them back, and I'll go and ask the realm lord for my guilt afterwards. At the end of the day, it's ...... that we're going to venture this time."

Suddenly, a voice came and interrupted Ya Yumang's words.

"The spatial teleportation array has been prepared."

The apostle, who was good at space, spoke. He didn't want to protect the Dharma and thought to himself about this matter, people are dead, and their beliefs have been carried out, so they should focus on the future.

As if seeing what he was thinking, Ya Yumang nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Ya Yu Mang took out a small stone from his sleeve, which seemed to have a misty silver glow on it, and gradually caused the void around him to vibrate.

This is the Void Stone, which can be used to create magic soldiers, and it can also be used as an energy source for the spatial teleportation array.

"Goodbye, Bianzhou ......"

With the whisper of Ya Yumang, the void fossilized into countless messy fragments, flickering into the interior of the teleportation array, seemingly blending into each slot of the teleportation array and acting as an energy source.

I only saw an extremely bright streamer flashing from the spatial teleportation array, and a glow suddenly rose into the sky, and the surrounding storm surged violently, blowing towards everyone's face, blowing the black robe hunting.

Ya Yu Mang looked at the sky's sky, his eyes full of anticipation.

After lying in the dark night this time, the revitalized Bianzhou will inevitably be stronger than before.