The sun is scorching, there is no wind, and there is no end to the primeval jungles and majestic mountains.

The energy in the air suddenly became disordered, and then there was a violent explosion, and an ancient tree that had grown for more than a thousand years was shattered by ten people, turning into a wave of sawdust scattered in the wind.

A four-winged angel with a cross sword raised his footsteps and stepped on the remaining stump of the ancient tree, and behind him, a group of no less than a hundred two-winged angels followed. The angels looked a little embarrassed, and although their wings were tightly tucked behind their backs, they were still stained with a lot of dust and mud, their snow-white armor was also stained, and many of them even had leaves on their hair.

The four-winged angel cursed something indistinctly, and then shouted: "Be serious, search all the caves and grottoes carefully, don't let go of any details, the first person to discover the cave dragon, Lord Apolt has a lot of reward!"

This sentence seemed to have an effect, and the two-winged angels, who had been looking sluggish, cheered up one after another, turning their eyes and glancing around.

At this moment, suddenly a two-winged angel pointed in one direction and shouted, "Look, my lord, there are people there." ”

The four-winged angel's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked intently, and in the distance, among the grass and trees, there was indeed a young man sitting on a boulder resting.

"Go and interrogate that kid!" commanded the four-winged angel, and walked forward first.

More than 100 angels shuttled forward in the forest, gradually approaching the figure in the distance, and at the same time, everyone noticed that the figure was not resting, but sitting on the rock and wiping the blade of the sword with a white cloth. The long sword was as sharp as water, but it was stained with a blinding blood red. Drops of blood flowed down the spine of the sword. dripping on the ground.

The four-winged angel stepped closer, his chin slightly raised. With a hint of arrogance, he looked down at the young man in front of him: "Boy, I ask you as the messenger of the Lord God. Say, "Where did you come from?" and did you find anything?" His gaze swept over the blood stains on the sword, and he wondered, "Whose blood is on your sword?"

The young man didn't seem to hear anything, still quietly wiping his sword.

The four-winged angel frowned, and immediately drew the cross sword at his waist and pointed it at the young man: "You dare to defy the messenger of the Lord God!"

Dick raised his head and glanced at the four-winged angel in front of him, and then there was a flash of sword light like autumn water!

The four-winged angel hurriedly retreated, but suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and looked down, and his right hand holding the cross sword was reflected in his pupils and fell to the ground from his wrist. Blood gushed like a fountain. Then the pain came like a tidal wave. He gasped and convulsed.

"You! How dare you attack the messenger of the Lord God!" the four-winged angel clutched his severed arm, shouted in rage, and then turned back to the two-winged angels and shouted, "Kill him for me!"

The two-winged angels drew their crossed swords with flames around their waists and pounced on them with a roar. The corners of Dick's mouth turned up, outlining a mocking arc. With a slight force on his legs, he immediately bounced off the boulder on which he was sitting, and rushed into the crowd of angels like lightning. The Immortal Sword swung like the wind, opening and closing, rolling up a bloody rain.

"Random cut!" Dick snorted again. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand, and dozens of spatial cutting lines formed by the collapse of space shattering spread from the tips of his five fingers. The space was filled with ripples visible to the naked eye as these chaotic cutting lines danced.

Dick's five fingers danced dexterously, and dozens of spatial cutting lines danced the music of death, winding towards the angelic legion.

The left hand cuts out of order. With an immortal sword in his right hand, Dick is like a demon god from hell. Criss-cross conflict, and any angel who dares to approach will be cut into a pile of minced meat. It's just three back and forth. Hundreds of angels have been killed and wounded.

The blood flowed slowly between the scraps of flesh on the ground, staining the verdant forests into a blood-colored hell. The faces of countless angel corpses were still frozen with the horror and fear of the last moment, which was shocking.

The four-winged angel with the severed wrist and the few remaining two-winged angels watched in disbelief, "Devil!" Frightened and hoarse screams came from their throats, their wings spread behind their backs, and the energy of the riot swept in all directions, and then their bodies soared into the air, and lightning flew away into the distance.

Dick shook his head, his left eye glared, and purple light shot out, knocking down the few angels who had escaped one by one.

Dick then opened the space bag and took all the angels' corpses inside. There is no better way to destroy a corpse.

After cultivating to the middle god, the volume of the space bag is already very amazing, even a mountain range in the mortal plane can easily fit into it. At this moment, a huge mountain of corpses had been piled up in the corner of the space bag, and all the corpses had more or less white wings behind them. The addition of hundreds of corpses is only a negligible addition to the volume of the corpse mountain.

Dick then dealt with the traces of the fight at the scene, then went to a boulder and sat down, took out a white cloth from the space bag, and wiped the immortal sword.

Karimodan Mainland, Millrock City.

A horse-drawn carriage sped along the bustling central boulevard, wheels and smoke all the way. The carriage didn't seem extravagant, but it was huge and elegant enough. Pulling the cart were four fine horses with pure white coats, snorting white gas from their nostrils as they galloped.

In front and behind the carriage, there were hundreds of heavily armed cavalry regiments to escort them, and the cavalrymen were vigorous, responsive, and swift, and they were all obviously masters of vindictive cultivation.

Escorted by hundreds of horsemen, the carriage galloped all the way to the headquarters of the Cult of War, where one of the horsemen jumped off his horse, opened the door of the carriage, and then the gold-crowned Mitte the Great stepped out of the carriage gracefully.

Reaching out and dusting off the non-existent dust from his body, Mitt walked into the main hall of the Cult of War, surrounded by cavalry and retinues. There were already three people waiting quietly in the main hall, and it was not Pope Deranka standing in the center, but a woman dressed in black and red eyes.

Mitte stepped forward slowly, nodded slightly, and said, "I've seen Her Highness the Holy Maiden." Dimichra also took up her skirt and squatted down to salute.

Mitte raised his head, his gaze crossed over to Dimichra, and fell on the other two people in the main hall, standing to the left of the saint was Pope Deranka, which Mitte naturally recognized. But Mitter, another pale-faced teenager, had no impression.

Dimichra smiled slightly, took a step to the side, revealing Yarrow behind him, and said, "This is Lord Yarrow, he is a disciple of Lord Dick, the Divine Envoy. The gods made the adults too busy to leave, so they sent His Excellency Yarrow to deliver the oracle on his behalf. ”

After exchanging polite words with each other, Yarrow spoke: "Your Majesty Mitte, the great Lord Tlantheus just issued a divine parable not long ago, ordering the Miró Empire and the Miro Empire to join forces to attack the alien race. ”

Mitte smiled and nodded: "Lord God of War is really wise, after absorbing some of the crusaders of the Holy See of Light, the strength of our human race is unprecedentedly prosperous, and we have the spare strength to fight back against the alien race, may I ask, which clan does Lord God of War want us to attack?"

Yarrow's face was a little weird: "All aliens. ”

Even though Mit had been on the throne for many years, he had already been overjoyed and angry, and he was taken aback at this moment: "Your Excellency Yarrow, what do you mean by this?"

Yarrow said: "Lord Tlansius means that in addition to the elves and dwarves who are friendly with the human race, as well as the goblin race, the dwarf race and other races that cannot pose a threat to the human race, my human race will send troops to wage war with the hundred races and conquer the whole of Karimodan!"

Mitt's face was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Demihera continued: "The Terrans are not alone, and in order to conquer the Hundred Races, the God of War will send 100,000 servants of the 'Day of the Gods' to help the Terrans. ”

Mitte was shocked again, he had not seen the 100,000 servants of the god of war with his own eyes, but he had heard Marshal Lupsas describe the miracles of the day of the "Day of the Gods". He even vividly remembered that the marshal, who had always been calm, was so excited that his face turned red and trembled when he talked about the battle between angels and demons.

However, this alone still could not make Mitte make up his mind to attack the Hundred Tribes, he tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart, nodded and said: "Your Highness the Holy Maiden, and Your Excellency Yarrow, this matter is really very important, please allow me to go back and gather the courtiers to discuss it." ”

Di Mihera's eyes lit up and said, "Of course, there is no problem, but please understand, Your Majesty." The vision and wisdom of the God of War should not be measured from the perspective of mortals. ”

Mitte nodded repeatedly, then walked briskly out of the main hall and stepped into the carriage back to the palace. (To be continued......)