Surrounded by this squad of canny troops, Wei Ye pulled out the peach gold, commanding the flag in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, while maintaining the operation of the formation, and looking forward with cold eyes.

The small green light in front of him desperately wanted to break through the fire curtain formed by the fire of Dongyang. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is just some light dust that is so fine that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but after Wei Ye connected the observation function of the bamboo slip terminal, what he saw was more than just light dust.

The pale green light dust that was magnified and close-up became a small corpse with a hawk-headed human body, wielding skulls, human leg bones, and even rotting corpses in his hands, and he rushed towards the fire curtain without fear of death.

The first divine power factors that pounced on them were burned into nothingness by the rising fire light when they touched the fire curtain, but they couldn't hold up enough of these divine power factors!

At first, it was still a one-man battle, but later, these divine power factors, whose essence was difficult to see with the naked eye, but only pollen-large, actually formed a miniature formation in groups of three or five, and continued to crash towards the fire curtain!

The loss is that Wei Ye does not have a phobia of dense objects, and if he wants to change someone with such a problem, just looking at so many small evil gods swarming in front of him, he will get a rash all over his body.

This can be regarded as an official handover between the two parties, it just depends on whose means are more clever.

Wei Ye waved the Shuifu Xingbo flag, and a scorched but pure flame immediately swept out in front of him!

Don't say that the divine power scattered by these evil gods had to retreat in front of Dongyang Lihuo, even those zombies who were in the way of progress were all retreating again and again! Those zombies who couldn't avoid it were immediately swept up by this heat wave, and the green skin of the corpse instantly turned white and dried up, and then burned!

Under the burning fire, even the zombies without the fear of human beings, in this scorching heat wave, felt the destruction of the pure and burning evil, and had to make way for the soldiers in front of them. As for those zombie cultists who can't avoid it, they have now turned into humanoid torches running around, and they can only roar and run around at the same time, and those burning zombies who run into the zombie pile have ignited more zombies-

Fortunately, there were still snowflakes in the sky at this time, and there was half-melted slush everywhere on the ground, even if these burning zombies were running around, they would not set the entire Blackwater City on fire.

Rushing away from the road ahead, the immortal warlock immediately greeted: "Brothers, follow this official and rush!"

He carried his sword, just grabbed the front of the team, stepped on the zombies who were not dead but were seriously injured, and just killed the zombies that had been occupied by the zombies! These recruits who followed him, I don't know if they were blessed by the formation and improved their will to fight, or if his style as a chief officer was really exciting, and they all rushed in with him!

On the ground, only the zombies who were scorched by the heat were left, and they happened to leave a black track on the street.

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Sima Ling stood on his shoulder, raised his left front paw to build a pergola, looked at the battle situation in front of him, and sighed: "Just now it was the gourd smashing the zombies, and now it is a line of zombie cremation with hot peppers...... How did I not know before, my uncle has such good tactical literacy for Plants vs. Zombies?"

After this inconsequential emotion was over, Sima Ling raised his right front paw, and the soft meat pad pressed Li Daxiong's face: "How is it, seeing Uncle here, do you still think that our uncle can't fight the plague god who is hiding?"

Li Daxiong did not comment on the combat power shown by the team in front of him, especially Wei Ye. He just looked at the immortal warlock who was wielding a long sword and rushing to the front, and opened his mouth gently: "Little cat demon, you said that person is already a six-hundred-stone Jing official?

This big demon whose original origin is unknown, when it comes to this topic at this moment, although Sima Ling doesn't know why, he quickly picked up the words: "The Sili Lieutenant Mansion Bing Cao who was just taught a few months ago has been engaged in six hundred stone important positions, and he is not those poor and sour officials who are upside down, and this promotion speed can be compared with those relatives and noble officials!"

Listening to Sima Ling's answer, Li Daxiong couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Look at Uncle Ling's appearance ......and temperament, but he has only been performing the crown ceremony for a short time, right? Regardless of these, it is really rare for such a civilian official to be willing to take the lead in the front. This soldier is also well trained, dares to rush forward, and does not disperse, is it a private soldier trained in your home?"

Sima Ling let out a low chuckle of "meow", and only then did he raise his head: "Even Uncle Tieshan, these soldiers are only in the queue for more than half a month, and there are no new volunteers." It was my uncle who led them to stand up and quell the chaos, and it was also my uncle who gave them a cane!"

Li Daxiong listened to Sima Ling's slightly proud words, but he didn't say anything, just looked at it.

Ken and the soldiers crowded together to fight, Ken used his family wealth to exchange for armor, such a general, but how many times have I not seen it?

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In the Great Worship Temple, the old man Iben—no, I should say that it was the condescending body of the Duke of Helan—stood solemnly with his face in his face.

Although he is just a deity who is attached to the clergy, as an important incarnation of Helan Gong, although his divine power has been attenuated a lot because of his possession, his essence is still there. As the embodiment of the priesthood who controls the plague, his control over the plague and zombies has not decreased in the slightest.

For it, the zombie cultists in Xicheng are like tentacles stretched out, summarizing and reporting back all aspects of Xicheng in a timely manner. There is no way, only by relying on the zombieized cultists, he, the actual zombie mastermind, can obtain detailed information, and his divine power factors are equivalent to the cells of the gods, only the instincts of the gods exist, and they react to the stress of the mana and divine power of the aliens, but they cannot help him to further explore.

Perhaps his body could do this, but as the embodiment of divine power, he didn't have the strength to be so close to the pinnacle of the earth.

But at this time, the information sent back from the zombies who were his tentacles was only two things:

"Hot. ”

"Hot. ”

The zombies burned by the fire of burning evil, before they died, returned to his main brain with patches of scorching red light, as well as the pain of being burned by the flames. And in his perception, the zombies in Xicheng are constantly decreasing.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the pale yellow mucus that flowed from his nose, and couldn't help but snort: "Okay, good, dare to challenge the gods, I don't mind letting you know what hell is!"