Whoa, whoa, whoa—

Blood clouds flew, and hurricanes swept through.

The majestic Templar fortress seemed to be held up by an invisible giant, and it "tripped" into the boundless sea of blood.

The already boiling blood-colored sea surface was like being thrown into thousands of bombs after the fortress was volleyed in the sky, and the boom exploded repeatedly, and the explosion range stretched for thousands of meters.

This scene was as fierce as tens of thousands of big hands falling from the sky and stabbing into the turbid sea of blood, digging hard, stirring thousands of bones and countless tons of blood and water, and flying up and down in all directions, smashing the waves of the vast sea of blood around them, and stirring up more blood flowers and blood waves.

And that's just the view of the bottom of the Templar fortress, which is farther away from the sea.

If you zoom in closer to the cross-section of the base of the fortress, you will find that there are thousands of deep holes the size of houses, rhythmically "breathing" the infinite ether and immeasurable air of the outside world.

Suck - Bang Bang!

Whew!

With the high frequency of "breathing" at the base of the fort, the surrounding airflow environment continues to pass rampantly like a doomsday typhoon, and the terror is unprovoked to the extreme.

Bundles of thick air currents visible to the naked eye were like long white snakes that screamed and roared, constantly rotating around the huge city body up and down, back and forth, left and right, frantically patrolling, stirring the already violent and chaotic air flow environment of this huge airspace even more violently.

At the same time, these thousands of snake-shaped torrents that twist and twist and stretch for thousands of meters will condense a huge wind ring with a heavy color, exploded white, and almost physical under the unknowable principle.

The moment these wind rings condensed, they would burst into a circle, like a demonic roar, and the blasting shock wave rumbled and exploded in all directions.

It was this kind of violent and terrifying air explosion field that was present at all times that gave the Templar Bastion its illogical stagnation and super-powerful propulsion capable of maintaining speeds of more than 1,000 kilometers per hour.

This speed, which is still a cut away from the speed of sound, may not be terrible on its own, but what is terrible is the quality of the Templar fortress with this speed...... It is more than 100 million tons.

If it carried out a reckless self-destructive attack on the Eurasian continent, the destructive effect it could cause would be even more terrifying than that of Great Yin Wan.

"It's even darker than black technology."

Su Feihan, who looked at the terrifying airflow explosion field outside through the fortress's wall guardrail, glared and complained while using his notebook to make quick calculations, "It's completely not aerodynamic, how did you get such an uncontrollable airflow field that is so terrifying and messy all the time?" What is the technical principle? What is an energy supply device? What framework is used for energy transmission lines? Even if you don't mention all of that, it won't be able to "lift" such a heavy fortress even if it is built, and it can fly so fast!"

"That's the greatness of witchcraft." Zuo Qinghe, who was leaning to the side, smiled softly as if he was honored, "Turn the impossible into possibility, into miracles and myths."

"That's the effect of Anzel's sorcery system." Su Feihan denied, "It has something to do with your Harry Potter witchcraft system."

"You are narrow-minded, so-called witchcraft is the use of supernatural and mysterious powers to exert influence or control over certain people and things."

Zuo Qinghe gently shook his heavy bangs, "Even if the systems are different, they are similar in some essences."

"I only believe in data and detailed principles, and even if I can't study it now, it's just that the technology is not in place." Su Feihan shook his head to express his gratitude.

At this time, in front of him, Zuo Qinghe took out a black book that he got out of nowhere and leisurely flipped through it, judging from the handwriting on the page, this was a secret book of witchcraft in this world.

"Huh?" Su Feihan was surprised, "It's not a systematic thing, can you use it if you learn it?"

"It doesn't hurt to learn more." The latter said leisurely.

While they were chatting, the Templar Bastion had already swept through hundreds of miles of blood, hovering above a massive black island.

The glorious empire's war offensive against the bloody ocean has officially begun at this moment.

Suddenly, the Templar Fortress, which resembles a city in the sky, suddenly "blooms" in the form of a rose bloom.

The base of the fortress is very different, but the hard, thick and complex structure of the city on all sides of the city has cracked in an instant, and along these gaps, the entire fortress quickly "opens" in layers, extending hundreds of huge "leaf lobes" made of rock and steel in all directions.

On these "leaf petals" of different shapes and dense and intricate ritual patterns, each leaf carries dozens of shuttle-type ships that shimmer with dazzling sorcery aura.

Through the ship's porthole, you can vaguely see a dense group of armored soldiers standing in the cabin.

These soldiers were imposing and high-spirited, apparently ready to go into battle at any moment.

And on some of the "leaf petals" at the back of the edge, there was a bustling gathering of mercenaries who participated in the Holy Blood Battle.

Despite their varied attire, their standing posture and discipline were significantly inferior to those of the regular troops of the Templar fortress.

However, in terms of life breath, it is clearly better than the Templar soldiers, who rely on witchcraft armor to kill their enemies.

After all, all of these mercenaries are serious wizards, and no matter how bad they are, they have an apprentice-level level.

"It's going to begin."

With a reserved smile, Walton stood at the top of the fortress, standing in Commander's Square, which belonged exclusively to the upper echelons of the Templars.

He leaned down to look at the hundreds of thousands of troops below who were under his full control, and his chest suddenly felt arrogant.

"Relax, this is just the beginning."

The corners of the blonde youth's mouth lifted slightly and said to himself, "In the near future, people will definitely study my past, the legendary past of a great man, hehehe."

In a surging mood, Walton couldn't help but hum the song of his hometown in a low voice:

"After a thousand years, the world still has me, and I can't hold your hand affectionately and kiss your forehead~"

As he hummed a somewhat incorrect lyric, his figure in heavy sorcery armor turned into a blazing ball of light.

Buzz –

The light mass expanded rapidly, evolving into a field of light covering hundreds of square meters in a matter of seconds.

Qiang Qiang –

The huge light field shattered in an instant, turning into wisps of brilliant light powder and dissipating into the whistling wind, revealing twelve figures with the same appearance and clothes - Walton.

This is an ancient secret technique that he was able to cultivate with the help of superbrain chips-the mystery of the muse.

This secret technique was obtained by Walton when he first ascended to the third level, and he participated in an out-of-realm expedition out of curiosity and explored in a secret realm outside the sky.

Strange to say, the secret realm seemed to have been shattered a long, long time ago, and was very small, except for a muddy swamp filled with huge green corpses.

At the same time, the shattered secret realm also seemed to have been looted by someone with all its might, and the number of monsters, strange treasures, and secret arts was unreasonably small.

Walton endured the stench and poison in the swamp for a long time before he unearthed an ancient secret art written in a strange otherworldly script.

After unraveling the semantics of the otherworldly text through related witchcraft, he realized that the effect of this otherworldly secret art was only one thing, and that was the doppelganger.

A harmless and controllable doppelganger from the will of the soul to the body to the magic power.

After running the secret art to perform the clone, including mental power, life force, and even more abstract attack and defense abilities, will be evenly distributed to each individual.

At the same time, all individuals share perspectives, memories, thoughts, and awareness.

Moreover, after the death of each individual, it will not have any effect on other individuals, and only after all the clones recondense the main body, will the numerical strength of the ontology fall.

As a result, Walton immediately thought of using this secret art to kill and practice.

He was able to rush from the beginning of the third stage to the peak of the third level so quickly, and the "Mystery Smile of the Muse" definitely contributed to it.

But this secret art is also very capable of being practiced.

It doesn't look at any other qualifications of the cultivator, it only values the ability to calculate, the total amount of mental power, and the will of the mind.

The stronger these three, the greater the number of cultivator clones.

However, when each doppelganger walks and perceives the external world, it is inevitable that they will "accumulate" too much redundant information and perspectives.

People with weak calculating, mental power, and willpower will soon fall into schizophrenia once they practice this technique, which will eventually lead to irreparable personality collapse.

So even if Walton has a unique superbrain chip, he can only divide twelve doppelgangers.

Even one more, his personality may explode on the spot.

"This Great War ......"

Twelve Waltons opened their mouths at the same time and said, "It will definitely make my strength explode again, hehehehe."

Woo –

The dull sound of the horn suddenly sounded, shaking the sky and the surface of the sea humming.

Suddenly, the Templar Baston, along with all the airships, suddenly burst into light at the same moment.

The vast black clouds and billowing blood mist were instantly dispelled by the endless light and fire.

Light, back to the world.

Buzz –

In the next second, tens of thousands of airships were burning with blazing light, accompanied by a loud and deafening sound, and they rumbled like thousands of suns towards the dozens of barren islands in the sea below, which were full of craggy strange rocks and treacherous forests.

At the same time, the Waltons, who stood at the top of the fortress, laughed and turned into clusters of brilliant light and quickly swept towards the islands below.

The cautious mercenary group followed closely behind, using spells or tools or rituals, following the witchcraft ships and slowly flying towards the bloody sea demon islands wrapped in ferocious aura below.

But at this moment, Zuo Qinghe, who was quietly reading the secret book of witchcraft on the edge of the fortress, stretched out a slender finger and said softly:

"Ingardiueviosa."

Buzz –

A mysterious and mysterious power suddenly appeared, enveloping all the four reincarnators including him, and then leisurely suspended in the air, flying in a circle downward.

At this moment, the Templar fortress was not very high from the ground, only more than two thousand meters.

Therefore, under the effect of this improved levitation spell, only a short moment later, the four reincarnators fell comfortably and safely to the ground.

Where they landed, the four of them saw a towering and strange stone forest that obscured their vision, and there was a dangerous atmosphere between the stone pillars.

"Roar!

」

Suddenly, seven or eight shriveled and hideous-looking ghouls leaped out from the corner of the stone pillar and swooped down on the four of them.

But they didn't look alarmed.

Zuo Qinghe also pulled out a black glove and completely exposed his entire left hand.

And when the gloves of the left hand were removed, the five fingers immediately grew apart, resembling five dark brown branches covered in intricate patterns.

No, not branches.

The five fingers on his left hand were five slender wands.

Zuo Qinghe didn't know how, but he completely replaced his fingers with a magic wand.

At the same time, he had already raised his arm leisurely and stretched out towards the group of ghouls rushing dozens of meters away.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The sound of skin and flesh tearing sounded, and Zuo Qinghe's slender forearms suddenly cracked open five mouths with full lips and tongue teeth.

Five different spells were pronounced from the five mouths at the same time, and the five wands flashed at the same time with different fluctuations of magical power.

"PetrifusTotalus."

"Redto."

"Stupefy."

"Indio."

"Crio."

Rumble!

red

, black, gray...... Several magical powers converged into a terrifying torrent that swept hundreds of meters in front of it in an instant.

The seven or eight unlucky ghouls and the hard, towering stone pillars around them all turned into charred black slag with scorching smoke scattered on the ground in an instant.

Even large swaths of the damp and muddy soil floor were cracking in the flick of a finger, crumbling into unsightly clods of soil and potholes.

"Tsk~"

Duan Sheng slowly withdrew the three silver claws with strange and mysterious patterns drilled out between his fingers, and said with a hoarse smile, "Ah He's movements are fast."

He looked at Su Feihan, who was standing on the side and was manipulating his notebook, and asked, "Is that church on this island?"

"Hmm." The latter nodded slightly, "Probably thirty kilometers away."

As he spoke, Su Feihan raised his arm and turned the mechanical bracelet on his wrist.

Buzz –

Time and space rippled slightly, and an alien UFO-like aircraft the size of a house suddenly appeared in mid-air ten meters in front of him.

Seeing this flying machine that suddenly appeared, the other three were not surprised.

They followed Su Feihan briskly towards the UFO that emitted a faint laser brilliance.

After the four of them entered the UFO through the gangway, only a dozen seconds later, the aircraft suddenly jumped into the air with lightning, and flew quickly into the sky after a break, flying straight in the direction of the Bone Cup Chapel.

Right now.

Thousands of kilometers away from the outer island chain of the Scarlet Ocean, a torrential rain came unexpectedly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

The wind howls and the waves go wild.

A huge fleet of dozens of troop carriers loaded with troops had been out of port for a long time, heading out into the depths of the ocean in the face of an inexplicable downpour.

Each of the ships in this fleet is flanked by a large figure of a sword and a sun-shaped shield.

This is the day of the Sacred Sword, a fleet of ships that belong to the Glorious Realm, and their purpose is to reinforce the Templar fortress.

Boom Boom!

Thunder flashed in the sky.

I couldn't tell whether it was rain or the sea water that was swept into the air, accompanied by the roar of thunder, and smashed into the big ships on the sea.

Under this violent storm, an illusory light and shadow accompanied by a thunder snake falling from the sky hit the sea not far behind the fleet.

Bang!

！

The waves burst into shape, and the light and shadow also condensed.

His appearance is Mu Cang.