The endless army of the undead looks like an abyss that even the light swallows.

Compared to the future encountered, the army of tens of millions is only a part, but it also gives people such an impression.

It was a real black, the black that the sun could not shine through, the color that could most arouse the fear in the heart.

However, at this moment, in the primordial darkness where the vision could not be discerned, a beam of light was like a lighthouse in the fog, guiding the way. It's not dazzling, but it dispels fear and tells people that there are things that darkness can't swallow.

The people looked at the light, and then at the redcoats, who were like moths mending fire, using the light as a signpost to rush wildly, and they all showed silence.

“······”

Tactics?

What is that, can you eat it?

No! Whatever, recklessness is over!

Guard?

Isn't there a flock of weak chickens in the back?

That kind of tedious work, let the weak chicken do it. There will always be only one duty for our Magical Legion, and that is to pursue the unstoppable charge of our gods!

Yes, the Third Legion actually respects Altair, after all, the existence of the other party is like a mentor who opens the door to a new world for them. But in the end, Altair didn't fit in with them, he was just a half-ass.

Later, they found that they were proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and they had reached an unprecedented extreme state in the way of warlocks, but they always led Bai Hua at the forefront of the team, which perfectly matched their aesthetics. That's the fiercest true warlock, even King Asbro, who is also a super-godly warlock, is just a hypocritical sissy warlock!

- The true warlock should have rolled up his arms and fucked him! The staff is a mallet, and the costume is a blade! Above the apex of the Warlock is none other than our god - Baihua Arthur Doyle!

The weak chickens in the mouth of the Third Legion, a group of soldiers, were watching with satisfaction as their colleagues in red robes formed a group and went away, and each climbed the city wall to start the defense work.

"To be honest, I'm not surprised to see them still so energetic."

"Brother, it's normal that you died early, and you don't know. After the war, almost all of those madmen left their jobs, formed together to occupy a country, and established a religion of [True Warlock God Cult], which was recognized as a cult on the mainland. While I was alive, the nations were encircling them. ”

"Hehe, I should live longer than all of you, or brother, I'll tell you. Their sect was indeed exterminated, but it was then broken into pieces and spread around the world to preach, completely changing the traditional way of thinking about the warlock profession. ”

“······”

That's right, the way of thinking, not the way of fighting.

Since ancient times, warlocks have been a relatively mysterious group of people in the Adnoa continent. Warlocks are more like scholars than warrior professions, which are designed for fighting, preferring to gather together to study the mysteries of the rules, the truths of the world, rather than using them for fighting.

Even later, countless mass destruction techniques were developed, and there were very few warlocks who actually joined the war.

Warlocks are very eccentric and withdrawn.

They don't like to fight.

Sometimes, when a warlock's research reaches a critical juncture, even if you hold a knife around his neck, he won't pay attention to it, and he won't even look at you.

Even if it was a situation where they had to fight, as long as they didn't move, they regarded it as more important than their lives, and most of the time, the warlock would calmly say that peace was paramount. Of course, what if you accidentally destroy a chapter or two of valuable information? Well, sorry, the warlock will tell you, nuclear level first.

Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people and warriors, the so-called warlocks are a bunch of strange people who look like rabbits.

However, the Third Army changed all that.

They wore bloody robes, drank alcohol, fought in brawls, gambled, and Zuan, advocated the supremacy of fighting, and ignored traditional jurisprudence. And said that the magic thing is used to build muscles. Except for strengthening the body, all the techniques are waste research.

Crucially, their way of proselytizing is······

"Hey! Brother, let's take a look at the True Warlock Cult. What? You don't want to join?! ”

If you refuse, you will be beaten with a hammer, and then tied to the deep mountains and wild forests, until you have developed a body of muscles, you will not be released.

As a result, there was a group of battle maniacs on Adnoa's main road.

They love to preach, they like hammer warriors, sometimes they like children with good qualifications, and they like to kidnap them.

This trend, like an infectious virus, spread rapidly on the mainland and became uncontrollable.

Gradually, the image of the withdrawn and eccentric scholar warlock became a legend and history. The warlock civilization is gone, and the warriors are all suffering. Even if you have the ability, you can't beat the other party, because there will be a large group of warlocks who have heard that you are very strong, and they will come from far and wide, waiting in line to hammer you.

And the source of all this······

The soldiers turned their heads to look at the silver-haired girl who was trembling and cowering on the wall, a ninety percent resemblance to the handsome image in their minds.

"It's this creature that brings disaster to the world, right?"

Heh~ The ancestor of the madman cult is not crazy yet? Sooner or later, drive her crazy!

At the same time, Altair felt a chill.

- And that rebel wants to persecute me?