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Chapter 103: The Vicissitudes of the Ten Years of the Army (Please subscribe!)

A deep and gloomy light pulsed out from the majestic and towering Otto Mountains, tore through the colorful clouds in the sky, and then fell magnificently.

Falling into a magnificent castle standing on the top of the dangerous gorge, but one man guards the gate, and ten thousand people cannot open it.

'Boooo! '

The flames rose in the sky, and the deep light with the magnificence of death exploded loudly, and all kinds of forbidden magic emerged from it, devouring the entire castle.

Houses turned into dust, pieces of fertile fields were reduced to coke, and the monastery and court of justice were even more messy.

The mourning was everywhere, countless city residents and soldiers fled in a panic, throwing away their soldiers and armor, in a mess.

"Kill! Brothers, the great true god is watching us!"

Outside the castle, soldiers turned red-eyed and beheaded the enemy soldiers.

'Whoosh! '

One after another, the magic iron chains crossed the canyon and were fastened to the city wall. Soldiers took advantage of the forbidden magic to sweep through the gap inside the castle, climbed up the iron chains, and headed towards the castle.

"Huo Wu, you are too deceitful!"

A man with sword eyebrows and star eyes and extraordinary temperament jumped out of the castle, his sword was like a waterfall, and he cut dozens of iron cables with one sword.

This person has a handsome face, pointed ears, standing on the independent city wall, bleak and brave, his anger turned into fighting intent, and his sword pointed at a towering mountain range in the distance.

Then... Dozens of deep shadows fell down again.

"My Lady Queen! Fort Sarje has been captured by us! Two holy priests, one judge guard, 59 nuns, and more than [-] other prisoners were captured alive!"

On the majestic and towering Otto Mountains, the tall and straight pine trees are all over the mountains, and the larks are singing.On the top of the high mountain, there are spots of remaining snow that has not melted away, and the mountain wind howls.

The murmur of the jungle echoes across the wilderness.

In the distance, there is a bell ringing loudly.

"Those who are willing to surrender will be isolated and collected. Those who are unwilling will be used as cannon fodder. Bring the sacred priests and judgment guards here."

Huo Wu stands high on the top of the mountain, and the bitter mountain wind blows all over her face, blowing her blond hair, and the elegant and luxurious royal robe makes her look even more proud and noble.

Huo Wu's cheeks, which revealed the fullness of spring, had just the right amount of maturity, like a beauty, exuding fatal temptation all the time.

"Retire for three days and advance to the border of the Lost Field! Our goal this time is to pull out the last castle in the Elven Kingdom and completely occupy the Lost Field!"

The words were sonorous and forceful, falling to the ground, and even burst into flames.

Huo Wu had a solemn look on his face, and Emei looked at the vast ocean in the distance.

The vast ocean is covered with blue waves, and there are Miaomiao Hongbo, which are in a line with the sky, spreading far away, and there are petrels and birds flying above the vast ocean.

There is the end of the Middle-Earth Continent, called the Lost Ocean.

In front of Wang Yang, a city that strangles the lost Wang Yang and flows into the branch of the Middle-Earth Continent has stood silently for a thousand years. The ancient vicissitudes represent an era.

This castle is the homeland of all the elves in Middle-earth.

City of elves.

"Yes! Her Lady Queen!"

This man was half-kneeling and lowered his head, his face was covered with dirt, and his armor was stained with blood.

But he didn't leave, instead he tremblingly took out a covenant in front of his chest.

The covenant was carefully treasured by him, even though the continual battle did not stain it with blood and dust, and the title page was even more smooth from repeated reading.

He kissed the covenant deeply, prostrated himself on the ground, and looked devoutly at a divine light not far away.

"God, your humble followers behold your face. Moloch..."

The divine light floats in the sky of the mountains, facing the lush green grass below and the mighty blue sky above.

All the truths in Middle-earth seem to flow out of this divine light.

"My believers, you deserve health, wisdom, and the happiness that God has given you."

There were divine words full of mercy coming out of the divine light, and then a magnificent forbidden spell of the light system that spread to a radius of nearly a hundred miles: three thousand rays of light descended.

"True God, this is the blessing of the true God!"

"God be with us, Molech."

Soldiers with broken limbs and arms, staggering and standing with broken guns, looked at the soft light in front of them, weeping with joy, even though it was just a game, it still made them devout from the bottom of their hearts.

The most impeccable thing in the world is not strength, but subtle belief.

The light fell on them, and the granulation buds on the severed limbs sprouted new nodes, and they recovered in a few breaths.

Even those soldiers who had their chests pierced and were on their deathbeds woke up one after another and were pulled out of the hell gate.

"The last battle..."

A group of soldiers withdrew, leaving only Huo Wu and the divine light in the air on the Otto Mountains.

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky, lightly touched the grass, and landed beside Huo Wu as light as a swallow.

In the sky, the divine light was still there, allowing the True God Moro to be with everyone.

"Yes, it's the last battle. Twenty years have passed like this..."

Huo Wu looked at Sikong next to him, who was dressed in white, holding a thorn staff, and a handleless holy sword at his waist. He sighed, and a trace of vicissitudes of life passed through his eyes.

Sikong looked at the bustling soldiers at the bottom of the mountain. They were setting up camp, pounding earth and building pots. The smoke was rising from the cooking pots, making this flesh-and-blood battlefield a little warmer.

In the distance, the ocean lapped against the coast, and the sound of the waves could still be heard faintly.

20 years, the game has been going on for 20 years.

And Sikong also spent ten years in this middle-earth world.

In the past ten years, Sikong has been in the army, and he has counted the vicissitudes of life. He has witnessed the end of the prosperity, and he has seen the flames burn into the sky.

Huo Wu is a general, who rises and falls before others, and commands thousands of troops across the battlefield.

Sikong believed in it, planned it later, and became the spiritual pillar of Ai Yacheng.

In the past ten years, the territory of Ai Ya City has been pushed horizontally to the Lost Field, sitting on millions of miles of fertile land, and has become one of the seven major forces in the world.

The emergence of the seven major forces means that seven true gods have fallen.

In the past ten years, the sky has often rained blood, and there are rumors of heaven and earth crying.

One after another divine light fell and entered the temple that had been covered in dust for many years, setting off a violent storm that swept away all the surviving competitors.

And since the fall of the True God Moro ten years ago, the one who killed the True God Moro was actually the True God Garandi who killed the True God Moro!
The accidental fall of the true God Jia Randi also disrupted the layout of the Empire's God-killing Alliance. For this reason, in the year when the true God Jia Randi fell, there were often mountain collapses and lakes flowing backwards.

A man with a monstrous destiny turned the sky upside down, and the flames of war turned the sky red, forcing this accident to be put on the right track.

Then, the reincarnation of Jia Randi True God fell.

His head was cut off by a sword, and he took the fist of power and successfully killed the god.

Since then, the bloody battle of killing gods has begun.

Dragon God, Cronus, Rhea...the true gods representing various abilities have fallen one after another.

Now, only Qiongshan True God and Yahweh True God who is destined to win in the battle of gods are left.

"My lord, bring the captive's holy priest and the guards of the trial."

Three prisoners in ragged clothes and chained up were pushed up the mountain. The soldiers turned a blind eye to Sikong beside Huo Wu, as if Huo Wu was the only one on the mountain.

"Go back..."

The soldier looked at the divine light in the sky devoutly, bowed down repeatedly, and then slowly retreated.

Sikong looked at the three people in front of him, his eyes were calm to the point of indifference.

After screaming one after another, two angelic tears and a pure white feather appeared in Sikong's hand.

"The fate of the true god is not complete, so I can only make up for it with the holy crown of thorns, and the last one is missing..."

(End of this chapter)