The military camp northwest of Starsource City, in Dick's military tent.

"Di Mi, don't worry, I have participated in nearly 100 battles, large and small, and I have never had an accident, and there will be no problem this time. Dick sat on the couch, holding Dimhera in his arms, and said softly.

Dimihera wrapped her arms around Dick's neck, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes were full of worry, and she said: "The war between the gods and spirits is different from the war in the mortal world, it is much more dangerous and vicious, and you are a commander in the mortal world, but you are just a pawn here, I really can't rest assured." ”

Dick's five fingers stroked Dimichra's supple black hair: "But the army of the Yaksha is already in the city, and I have no reason not to go to battle. And as a mage, I only need to hide in the enchantment and cast magic, which is much safer than the soldiers who go into battle. ”

"Let me go with you to the battlefield!" Dimihera wrapped her arms around Dick's neck and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Dick frowned, "You are not a human race, and the wind god will not allow other races to participate in this kind of battle." ”

Demichra smiled playfully, "Have you forgotten that we used to fight side by side in another way?" said her, her body turning into a dark fog out of thin air, and the whistling sound instantly burrowed into Dick's body.

"Don't forget to borrow my liliang when you encounter a strong enemy. Dimihera admonished.

The wilderness outside the Star Source City was covered with an overwhelming number of Yakshas, who flapped their wings and flew in the air, densely covered, covering the sky and the sun. A terrifying howl came from his mouth, and the bloodthirsty and murderous expression on his hideous face was fully revealed.

At the very front of the Yaksha army formation was a giant Yaksha standing in the air. He is more than four meters tall and has a strong build. The whole body is full of muscles that are knotted like tree roots, and the wings are slender. It stretched out like a cloud. His face did not look so hideous, and his eyes were as calm as water, and there was no bloodthirsty fierce light. Except for the two fangs that showed the corners of his lips and his dark blue complexion, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man.

The sky above Starsource City has been shrouded in a layer of colorful energy barriers, and the majestic energy fluctuations on it can be sensed even if they are thousands of miles away. Countless blue-armored soldiers rose into the air, mixed with gold, red, and black. The soldiers are stubborn and high-spirited!

Even in the midst of tens of millions of Terran soldiers. There are still two figures that have caught everyone's attention! They stand in the wind, their momentum is like a mountain, their robes are fluttering, they are majestic, they are the true gods of the human race! The faith of hundreds of millions of human races!

The giant Yaksha led by the Yaksha clan suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a terrifying roar! Immediately after that, tens of millions of Yaksha clans opened their mouths and roared wildly at the same time, and the rolling sound shook the nine heavens!

The howling sound was still echoing, and tens of millions of Yaksha clans had already flapped their wings in unison, turning into meteors and swooping down on the Star Source City in the distance, like a dark cloud pressing down. obscured the brilliance of the blood moon.

The wind god Youngor slowly pulled out the scimitar on his waist, pointed forward with the blade, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder: "Kill!"

"Kill-" Tens of millions of soldiers of the Star Source Legion roared in unison, mighty! The soldiers puffed up their whole bodies. Wielding the blade in his hand, he flew forward, and brazenly met the attacking Yaksha army!

Tens of millions of gods and spirits collided together in an instant, striking out with earth-shattering might. Divine power bursts, and blades dance wildly. The energy is scattered and flying, and the blood rain is sprayed all over the sky!

Power. The light of fighting spirit and magic illuminated the eternal night, and for a moment overshadowed the brilliance of the blood moon in the sky! Tens of millions of brave warriors fought desperately for their lives, stabbing their blades into the bodies of their enemies, or being pierced by the enemy, stirring up a rain of bright red blood.

The warriors of the Yaksha clan had a violent and bloodthirsty glow in their eyes and roared into the sky. Their claws swung wildly, piercing through the armor of an Terran soldier and stabbing deep into their bodies.

The Terran soldiers wore sharp clothes, their blades waved like the wind, or they shot out of the crescent-shaped swords and swords, injuring the enemy in the air, or directly slashing and slashing, and the sneer of the blades into the flesh was terrifying.

Not all Terran soldiers went directly out of the city to participate in the battle, and a large number of reserve soldiers remained in the magic array that protected the city.

There are also many holy realms and gods who practice magic in the magic enchantment. Their lips twitched slightly, silently chanting magic spells, and a brilliant magical brilliance lit up on the battlefield, scorching, frozen, howling, earthcovering, shining, and eroding, and each light would inevitably take countless lives and create a dead place on the crowded battlefield.

Dick was in the midst of the mage group at this moment, and one after another Great Dimensional Slash or Dimensional Storm was instantly unleashed by him, shooting towards the battlefield in the distance.

A terrifying roar resounded throughout the battlefield! The giant Yaksha led by the Yaksha clan moved. His wings fluttered slightly, and his figure disappeared in place as if teleporting, and when he reappeared, he was already a thousand feet away. All the Terran soldiers who stood in his way screamed and shattered into a mass of flesh.

Before the giant Yaksha could make any further moves, he saw two rays of light, one green and one white, shooting towards him, dragging a long tail flame. The light paused in front of him, and it turned into a man and a woman, none other than Youngor, the god of wind, and Catherine, the god of hope.

"Saraquis, we're going to be your opponent!" Youngor pulled out his scimitar in his hand and snorted coldly.

Saraquis opened his mouth and let out a hoarse daxiao: "If Tlanthius were still alive, maybe I would still be afraid of three points, but now, whether it is heaven or hell, no one among you human race can put it in my eyes anymore!"

Youngor snorted coldly, and struck! The scimitar slashed through a shadowless and invisible trajectory, tearing through the space and slashing towards Saraques. The sword shone brightly, shining with a cold glow under the blood moon.

Saraquis smiled, revealing a mouth full of fangs, which was extremely eerie and terrifying. He stretched out his hand in front of him like lightning, and with a soft clang, a knife that was enough to tear through the space did not cut Saraquis's claws! Saraqis sneered, and grabbed Youngor's scimitar with his backhand.

The divine power around the wind god's body burned like a real flame, and he drew his knife with all his might, but the scimitar held in Saraquis's hand as if it had taken root.

Seeing this, Catherine stretched out her slender jade and pointed at Saraqis gently, and a tiny milky white beam of light shot out from her fingertips, like a meteor, piercing Saraques's chest.

Catherine's slender jade fingers were as delicate and warm as the white of the onion, and the white light emitted from the fingertips was only a thin bunch, as if it was not threatening at all, but Saraqis was alarmed, he immediately let go of the sharp claws that grasped the scimitar, and his wings stretched to the extreme, and his body rose into the air with the stretching of his wings, avoiding this white light.

The milky white light penetrated straight into the military formation of the Yaksha clan in the distance, and for a moment it screamed in the sky, and the white mang easily pierced through the bodies of hundreds of Yaksha warriors and then exploded in the center of the Yaksha queue.

It was as if a white sun had risen from the ground, and the burst of white light was so dazzling in the night that it stung Saraquis's eyes, and he turned back to see that Catherine was still in the posture of her finger outstretched, and above her jade countenance was a perfect smile, as if she were some aristocratic lady attending a banquet.

Saraquis stared at Catherine, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, the tiny white light just now had taken the lives of at least tens of thousands of Yaksha warriors. And looking at the woman in front of her, it seems that she is very calm.

"If you have the guts, follow me!" Salaquis glanced coldly at Youngor and the others, stretched his wings, and flew into the clouds high in the sky. Youngor and Catherine looked at each other, and they both flew into the night sky behind Salaquis. There, there will be a battlefield where no one will disturb.

Dick and all the holy realms and gods who practiced magic all stood on a platform at the head of the city, and used their magic to strike at the Yaksha soldiers on the battlefield. The light of the Spatial Order Guardian in Dick's hand flashed continuously, and one after another Great Dimensional Slashes were instantly unveiled, stirring up waves of flesh and blood in the Yaksha clan's military array!

The scene of the three true gods fighting each other all fell into Dick's eyes, and while he was deeply shocked, Dick also had a trace of yearning. It's a pity that at this moment, all the three true gods flew into the air for a duel, even with the eyes of a demigod powerhouse, Dick couldn't see the battle situation of the three true gods clearly, and could only see one after another of light and flames from the night sky, and one or two divine powers that sometimes fell from the low-altitude battlefield. (To be continued......)