A strange illusion flashed away.

The azure glow composed of countless free electrons danced in the air, outlining the straight trace.

With the hurricane and the sudden rain, what sounded in Solano's sky was the thunder that shook all souls.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to fall into silence.

Only the thunder bound in this narrow world was struggling hard, flying up and down, and the lingering sound turned into a loud noise that ravaged all eardrums.

When the hurricane blows immediately afterwards, the thunder will instantly turn into ashes.

The large group, legions, mountain dragons, and even the generals disappeared together.

There is not even any last words.

Fortunately, there is no pain

I regretfully bid farewell to this not-so-beautiful world.

And countless ashes that drifted with the wind made the entire hell tide stagnate for a moment.

It is visible to the naked eye, slowing down.

The large group of crazy people in hunger and thirst might not notice the destruction passing by, and the legions immersed in the desire to fight did not notice the terrifying light.

But right in the tide, above the mountain dragon's head, the supervisors witnessed the ending of their colleagues with great clarity.

So much so that he even forgot to urge and force the cannon fodder under his command to attract firepower.

Damn, where did you come from the sniper?

And when the eyes above the White Tower looked over, I sincerely felt the chill that rushed from the back of my head.

The grass is broken...

In fact, it was not only them who were frightened.

At that moment, the sudden thunder even sounded the alarm on the framework of Solano's defense line - such a terrifying change of source material actually appeared in a close position.

There is no reading, no need to brew, no signs, it is like a ghost approaching within three steps in the dark night, and then he was late to discover the strange figure behind him.

Even with the friendly marks, it is still enough to make people frightened.

What's even more terrifying is that when the creator of the host framework inspected the consumption of the Tower of Glory, he found that from the start of the war, Huaishi had never mobilized any source quality quota allocated by the Sorano line of defense.

Even... in turn, more than 6,000 pieces of source crystals were added to the defense line through the Tower of Glory?

Although it is insignificant compared to the astronomical figures consumed to maintain the framework today, where is the reason why the electric meter is reversed when a war starts?

Are you still fucking humans in your heavenly genealogy?

Now, the thunder that made both sides of the enemy and us continue to rush, rose again from under Solano's sky and echoed.

The glimpse of lightning reappeared.

Should it be said to be a second glance, or a third glance?

There is no governor and there is still time to think about this issue.

Huai Shi raised her finger again.

Please light those mountain dragons or conspicuous targets on the bone altar.

"Spot soldiers and generals, ride horses to fight, who is it..."

His finger paused and smiled:

“—I’ll send you away.”

boom!

When the white tower shrouded in heavy rain once again showed a blue glow, countless soldiers' consciousnesses burst into terrifying chills, and they couldn't help but scream.

The horror as if he was seeing a little girl in the monster emerged from his heart.

But when they saw that the lightning was not flying towards them, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. They forgot their anger and viciousness, as if they were survivors who could not escape from the monster's mouth, and they wanted to hug each other and cry.

But the unlucky person who was aimed at was about to burst into tears.

Damn it, why is it me!

At that moment, in addition to despairing questioning, it was an instinctive dodge.

In an instant, the mountain dragon sitting down was abandoned.

The governor, shaped like a rotten bird, roared and spread his five wings, flashed with all his strength, twisted strangely, collapsed inward, and disappeared from the spot in an instant, flashing hundreds of miles away.

When he looked up at the lightning that had swallowed the mountain dragon in the distance, the trembling appeared late.

But without waiting for him to take a breath, he could see a certain meaning that he had never seen before in the eyes of his colleagues from afar.

That was too rare and too weak in the hell of cruel competition that it did not find that emotion, perhaps, could be called 'sympathy'.

Immediately afterwards, it discovered that the thing chasing behind it... would actually turn a corner?!

Just under the sky, the lightning that tore the mountain dragon and the tide was shaking forward, and then, without warning, turned ninety degrees without warning, and after crossing hundreds of kilometers, it opened its mouth like a giant snake, completely swallowed it.

There will never be seen again in the flying ashes.

Under the tragic lesson of the car, the governors above the mountain dragon disappeared instantly and hid in the endless tide.

Even the curse master and crown wearer who had already reacted quickly blew up a heavy fog, covering up their existence with fog that was so rich that they could not see their fingers, or they hid in shadows and other fields.

He will never show his head when he is beaten to death.

He just urged his army and large groups to attack the Tower of Glory at all costs.

Curse sprinkles, blessings of secret rituals, or coercion and inducement, and make a great contribution.

Now is no longer the time to be stingy with these cannon fodders.

Everyone has reached a consensus to flatten that damn white tower at all costs!

As long as that broken thing is still in one minute, they will never dare to appear in any conspicuous place again, and can only hide behind the scenes like turtles...

If you delay any further, this temporary avoidance of the edge is likely to be judged by the military judge as "fearing war".

At that time, I am afraid that the only one who is waiting for me is the melting pot of Demon Mountain...

In just a few minutes, Huai Shi discovered that she had attracted more than 40% of the hatred on the entire battlefield with her own strength!

The remaining 60% is because the distance is too far, so I can't fight him for the time being.

Now, countless large groups are rushing towards the Tower of Glory, and every moment, every minute, every second, the number of people poured into the heavy rain field is constantly increasing.

Even if the heavy rainstorm of Yun Zhongjun is wide, there are limitations after all, if you want to maintain the suppression and miracle power of astronomical phenomena.

It is as outrageous as trying to clean up all opponents on the battlefield with the power of the Tower of Glory.

The pressure is rapidly rising.

Huai Shi's face gradually became solemn, and she suddenly discovered something that made him particularly uneasy.

broken!

——There are too many cannon fodder killings, and Guixu is almost unable to hold it!

There are too many disasters and impurities in this soul fragment that have not been filtered and transformed. Sending directly to the Solano line of defense will affect the operating efficiency of the framework.

I can only find a way to consume it myself...

waste!

Too fucking waste!

Seeing that countless soul fragments of the slight extraction can produce countless catastrophe ashes, curse crystals, blood stones and other materials were roughly transformed into mottled source substances by Tianque, Huai Shi's heart was twitching.

If I had known that I would have brought Xiao Shijiu with me, I would have stuffed it to him... With this pot of soup from the master, how could he lose two tons of bones?

It’s a pity that this child is poor and has no such blessing.

What a pity.

"So it turns out that war is such a expensive thing?"

Huai Shi sighed sadly, and once again extracted the source material from the sky, and a thunder popped up with pain. The lightning crossed hundreds of miles, completely evaporating the entire mountain dragon and the surrounding legions.

This time he was too lazy to purify.

This kind of impurity that has not been purified yet, and cannot even be qualitatively changed three times, is completely a waste material.

But the lightning that continued to fall from the battlefield had already torn out shocking cracks and holes in the war tides in the abyss.

Until the mountains blow out an angry breath.

Under the thick rocks, a huge and cold pupil slowly raised, locking in the breath that had been extremely annoying for days.

It turned out to be you...

At the highest point of the mountains, the Grand Duke of the Demon Mountain on the throne raised his scarlet eyes and burst into a scattered light.

The scepter in his hand knocked off.

"--act recklessly!"
To be continued...