"Die!"

The legendary kobold Ronnie Moore controls the transcendent true body of his transcendent legion, wielding a scimitar that is one hundred and fifty meters long, and slashes one after another at the guy on the opposite side who is covered in a poisonous mist. (Watch it and watch ♀ the mobile version)

Between heaven and earth, flying sand and rocks.

The wind howled, and with each drop, the distant mountains were cut off.

The god of medicine, who was made up of countless turquoise smokes in human form, couldn't pay attention to him at all at this time.

With the advent of Ace, the intensity of the war has completely lost control.

Of the 20 million troops they had brought, 12 million had fallen on the battlefield, and the war potential of the 3 million square kilometers of human territory had been exhausted by them.

You must know that these armies were all pulled out of their blood sacrifice territory and faith territory, and the loss was fifteen million, which is equivalent to nearly seventy percent of their original blood sacrifice population.

The remaining thirty percent are also some human children who have not yet reached adulthood, and they are simply unable to carry out blood sacrifices on a large scale, and the quality and quantity are not satisfactory.

This time they really lost money to the point of vomiting blood.

They still underestimated the transcendent legion on the other side.

On the opposite side, there are not only five second-order transcendent legions controlled by powerhouses from the late stage of the legend to the peak, but the other five are not weak.

Not only do they have the combat power from the late stage of the legend to the peak, but nearly one-third of the transcendent legions under their command are second-order.

It's hard to say.

And the opponent's combat effectiveness is not only strong, but he is also not afraid of death in battle, and he wants to play with them for his life.

Obviously, according to the previous plan, after the three demigod-level ancient evil gods defeated and defeated the three second-order transcendent legions, the remaining supernatural legions should escape.

And it won't play with life.

However, they still underestimated each other's combat effectiveness and their will to fight.

The three demigod-level ancient evil gods pressed the three second-order transcendent legions to fight, but the remaining seven transcendent legions in turn pressed the seven ancient evil gods.

And even if they saw that their three powerful combat forces were about to be lost, they were still unwilling to retreat.

It's so crazy that even if you die in battle, you have to dig out a piece of their flesh fiercely.

If it weren't for the immortality of the gods, they would have been able to hold them back.

In this war, even if they win, it will only be a miserable victory.

"Let's go! Come on! ”

"It's so miserable, I'll drop a kiss, meow!"

The orange cat is a big orange cat, and he is round and running forward with a circle of ordinary cat people.

The current war is not something he can participate in at all, destroying the world at every turn, burning mountains and boiling seas, and a large piece of the great plains have been beaten into ruins.

He was a little confused, and he didn't know why it suddenly changed from a hand-to-hand war with a knife to a mythical war.

Look at the circle of giants in the Great Basin, none of them are below 100 meters.

A single attack can knock down an ordinary mountain.

Today's battle can be said to have refreshed his three views.

In the past, he felt that his legendary boss was very, very strong, and no one was his opponent.

But now he looked at a certain 300-meter-long dragon that was beating the children.

He thinks that sure enough, His Majesty is still the strongest, no matter what kind of enemy, as long as His Majesty makes a move, there is nothing that cannot be hung up and smoked.

"Boss, boss, where are we going?"

"The 400,000 cats in our legion have been defeated! There are less than 30,000 cat people left. ”

Next to the orange ** man, a second-order cat man hero said with a somewhat panicked expression.

Just a little bit, their group of cat people will be surrounded by the attack brought by His Majesty.

Thinking back to the wall of destruction that pressed against them in the first place, his heart and liver trembled, and his legs and stomach trembled a little.

Therefore, in his opinion, the farther they run now, the better, otherwise if they are not careful, as soon as the big guy on the opposite side rises, he will become a ball of cat sauce.

"In the words of His Majesty, opportunities are reserved for prepared cats."

"I've decided that we'll turn around and go back and kill the human soldiers who have broken down."

"A great opportunity, we must not let it go."

The big orange cat looked at the countless troops under the command of the Dragon Alliance who were desperately fleeing around him, and gritted his cat teeth.

After more than a year of cutting all the way from the mouth of the tunnel to the current Great Plains, he has grown from the original centurion to the captain of ten thousand.

Became the commander of 400,000 cat people.

However, after this battle, most of the cat people under his command have died, and if they don't cut some military merits, they will die at a loss.

Therefore, when they realized that the humans on the other side were likely to be even more unbearable than the dragon alliance army in their circle.

He found that as long as he found an opportunity to detour back to the direction where the humans fled on the other side of the battlefield, countless military exploits would be waiting for him to get them.

How could he let go of such a great thing?

Under the strong order of the big orange cat, he coerced some cat people from other tribes, plus 30,000 cat people under his command to form an army of 50,000.

The big orange cat turned around and headed out with 50,000 troops towards the mountains and forests in the distance.

This time, he was going to gamble his life on a wave of the road to heaven.

If you win, the king of the race is expected, and if you lose, it's just a cat's life.

This war was fought so badly that both sides suffered heavy losses.

Especially on their side of the Dragon Alliance, the immense momentum brought by the series of victories brought by the beginning of the war was directly beaten back.

Morale is lowered, and the intensity of the war is likely to decrease.

Anyway, in his opinion, no matter whether the war in the other two directions will stop or not, his side, accompanied by the elite army that has lost millions, will inevitably rest for a long time.

And even if there is a war, he will most likely not be put on the front line.

After all, most of his army was dead and wounded, and he needed to mobilize some cat-people from the dark swamp in the rear, and then do some recovery training before he could continue the attack.

This delay, the opportunity to collect military merits on a large scale in this war is likely not to be his turn.

After all, there are too many dark races who want to run to the front line and desperately win battle exploits, and the more than 100 million guys who have been assigned to the task of transporting food are a group that is very eager for it.

Therefore, in order to move to a higher level, this time he has to fight.

For themselves, but also for the entire cat people race.

The demigod, Kamiza, his big orange cat, also wants to see what kind of scenery he sees after reaching the top.

In the forest, after some mobilization, the morale was completely raised.

Fifty thousand cat people made a detour towards the forest on the other side of the battlefield.

Their goal was the group of human routs that had been completely broken up and had lost their organization.