Thirtieth day.

The good news continued one after another, and there was also a breakthrough in the elven clan's divine arts.

The Elven Altar is built, and the Elven hero, the Jungle Guardian Selidern, has the core magic skills of "Vine Entanglement" and "Summoning Treants".

"Kill!"

Selideon, the Guardian of the Jungle, is a halfling deer with pointy ears on the upper body, a dark green elf with pointed ears, walking on all fours with graceful steps like a mythical white unicorn close to nature.

"Appear, my slave, defend your master!"

He stretched out his hand, and two tree men were born.

Day 35.

The high-intensity war is intensifying, and both sides are piling up the lives of soldiers on the front line, and then recovering flesh and blood to raise new soldiers.

It's simply a clone war in the futuristic sci-fi era.

"Damn, what's that?"

"It's a specialized class!"

"Heroic?"

"It has a great impact on the battlefield!"

The Abyssal Species is getting more and more uncomfortable to be beaten by the opponent's new war mode.

Generals, charging traps, are extremely important in war.

I don't see so many ancient forces who are thirsty for talent, Lu Bu, Huang Zhong and others, an excellent general is extremely terrifying.

And finally, after a large-scale loss, the abyss followed up the technology.

They likewise appeared Altar of Heroes.

The elite hero class of the Buried Bones was born - Cryptlord Athlon.

This is a hideous beetle that has returned to the form of an ironclad beetle, with brutal eyes, crawling away, covered in a black spiked shell, extremely powerful defense, and also has the technology to create temporary life: "Summoning Beetles".

It can be used as nourishment in the corpse to lay eggs, and forcibly catalyze the production of small iron beetles.

"Kill!"

The terrifying defense and incredible lethality have made the Crypt Lord a weapon of war on the battlefield, taking the lead in leading the Abyss Army into the World Tunnel, resisting the danger of breaking out in front, and no one can hurt it in the slightest.

Terran front, council chamber in tent.

"Crypt Lord, it's terrifying!" The graceful guardian of nature bared his solemnity, pointing at the military map with sharp green nails.

Anthony, the archmage holding the staff, also solemnized: "He broke through the defense of the front line, and one person killed through the danger, hundreds of soldiers could not hurt him, if he was allowed to occupy the passage and establish a bridgehead in front, we would definitely be defeated!" ”

"Tell the gods."

Soon, the gods will send back oracles, and they will find a way to deal with it.

The bigger the war, the more terrifying it became.

From cold weapon warfare, to armor, toxin weapons, to various spell wars in front of you, and individual hero-level battles, civilization is evolving rapidly.

The emergence of heroic beings, the influence of individual bravery has become more and more great, and it has brought war into the age of mythology.

Day 40.

"Kill!"

Crypt Lords are extremely terrifying.

The skin is super thick, can breed and create small troops, and can also burrow into the ground, and the ground is literally his territory.

The Crypt Lord alone wiped out a lot of garrison troops, and when the other two heroes dared to go, they were already covered with corpses.

The elven world is defeated, the battle line is constantly retreating, and the territory is constantly being invaded.

The gods of the trees are angry.

They watched the Crypt Lord below wreak havoc: "We have survived the destruction of the Chaos God, how can we fall in a civilization of the same level?" ”

Under the pressure of the survival of the race, the gods once again burst into their potential and researched a new class, the giant gods.

Yes.

The carapace can't be broken, so use a blunt weapon to shatter its internal organs.

A white spine towers over the earth, the Tower of Babel grows in value, and the patron saint of the elves, the mountain giant, appears, the creature covered in white exoskeleton fragments, like cracked white granite.

Even in Li Qing's eyes, this is a war giant with a ten-centimeter-high figure!

Standing in the laboratory, it can be seen clearly, and the ordinary tribal human on the ground is not as big as a finger.

"Elven Patron Saint, Mountain Giant!"

"Expedition!"

War has made civilization leap forward, and the times are getting closer and closer to mythology.

Rumble!

The earth is shaking.

The gods deliberately used the World Tree to proliferate, tailoring a giant tree weapon for it, wielding a terrifying weapon to smash the Crypt Lord away.

Bang!

As if he had hit a large truck, the Crypt Lord flew upside down in an instant, smashing countless skeleton soldiers and spewing out the green blood peculiar to insects.

His shell still looked undamaged, but in fact his body had been wounded, and he barely escaped by making a hole.

"Win!"

"Ahaha, Crypt Lord, I don't dare to rely on my defense anymore and attack everywhere."

Fiftieth day.

The technology of both sides is becoming more and more perfect, and various martial arts and magic techniques on both sides have begun to plagiarize and learn from each other.

Li Qing saw this scene on the floor of the laboratory room, full of blood, wreckage, mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, dark green and bright red blood soaked the main piece of land, even he couldn't help but sigh:

"War, death, is indeed the catalyst of civilization, this biological creation technology, temporarily spawning summoned creatures to fight, they have been ahead of the earth for at least tens of thousands of years."

But.

Both sides are not idle people, and they can't wait to kill each other in an instant.

Such a long-term tug-of-war is actually the birth of the final decisive battle, and the supreme rulers of the two civilizations secretly prepare the strongest hole cards to completely destroy each other in one fell swoop.

"It's really ruthless."

Li Qing's eyes fell slightly.

Abyssal World.

The sun shines down from the sea, and wisps of light fall on the highest throne in the dark world.

Above it is a demon monarch in black armor, wearing a hideous black canopy on his head, covered in streamlined heavy armor, and barbed arm guards and bracers, giving people an explosive beauty of war cruelty.

The bones are adjusting.

The muscles are flowing on it.

The core of strength is being nurtured in the limbs.

The eyes were like a pool of deep water, so that there was nowhere to breathe, and under the heavy armor, it was as if a sleeping perfect life was giving birth to a furious roar.

The strongest defense on earth.

The strongest immortality on earth.

The strongest explosiveness on earth.

Three... Being one.

"It's coming, it's coming... The final winner or loser. ”

An abyssal mage walks back and forth.

The source of the abyssal world, the ancient existence that gave birth to tens of millions of descendants after the fall, the demon monarch emperor who fell in the ancient century, is recovering.