Become the Archbishop from Douluo

Chapter 225 The Destruction of the Next Three Sects

After these few days of building momentum, Fengjianzong and Yanmozong have fallen into a scene like hell.

No one questioned whether the revenge of the Kyushu Empire was capable of destroying them. Therefore, all they could do was to form a group and try to break through the defense. Some fled in one or two scattered people, and the most entangled 200 people tried to attack together. A defense point that seems to have only a few dozen steel monsters.

But the support speed of the other side has been so fast that it is quite terrifying. It only took more than ten seconds. Dozens of streamers flashed, and dozens of steel monsters fell from the sky to join the battle, and they were quickly killed by the more than 200 commandos. No one survived, and only a few people escaped back to the sect in the end.

These more than 200 people are still in the upper reaches of the sect's internal strength. They are still unable to break through, and there is no need to say more about the others.

But the more this is the case, the more hopeless it is to stay in the sect and wait to die. Every day, people flee in despair and are hacked to death with random knives.

Today, there are only 500 people from the two sects together, and three quarters of them have died before the formal trial.

In order to achieve the effect of deterrence, Miho Nishizumi did not arrange for people to clean up the battlefield. Anyway, there is no need for real people to be stationed here.

As for the Titled Douluo, the Wind Sword Sect Nishizumiho only sent Daming to die, and the Flame Demon Sect also sent Er Ming, but after the enemy's breakout times and strength were greatly reduced in the later stage, eighteen chasers were transferred. The hunter gave him, these eighteen hunters concentrated fire for two or three rounds of explosive kills, and the Balrog Douluo, whose level was not high, was definitely enough.

Most of the remaining people have given up hope of survival long ago. In the last few days, courtesy, justice, shame and morality and ethics no longer exist. They have held several large-scale open-air imports, so as to carry out the last madness before destruction.

The Zongmen's high-level officials don't care about all this, because most of the high-level people died in the breakout, and the rest, there is no need to continue to use moral standards to restrain them. After all, they are all a group of dead people, regardless of strength. In this situation, they are all absolutely equal, and the only difference may be that those with higher strength may live a few seconds longer.

However, there are still differences in the death methods of the Title Douluo of the two sects. The older Title Douluo of the Wind Sword Sect led his younger generation to break through, and finally, after a fierce battle, he died in a more honorable manner. The way died in Daming's hands.

As one of the culprits, Balrog Douluo obviously didn't have such courage. In the desperate situation of Zongmen, he finally chose to kill himself, and he didn't even have the courage to try to break through.

And the titled Douluo of the older generation of the Yanmo Sect sits on the top of the sect's gate and closes his eyes to rest his mind every day. As he said before, he really wants to see how this new empire will be destroyed. them.

"Old Sect Master, the time is almost up." An old man in a neat red robe came up and looked at the Titled Douluo with a look of despair.

Miho Nishizumi's vengeance declaration was very particular, even down to the minute, telling them that the trial would come on time at [-]:[-] today, and she also kindly asked them to get ready.

And now, it's only 2 minutes away from that time.

Hearing this, the old man opened his eyes and looked around in the last hundred seconds.

The sect is still so majestic, hardly any changes, maybe there are a few flaws now, but they are all caused by the desperate killing each other, the enemy will not even appear where he can see.

The clear river surrounding Zongmen is now blood red, which is not surprising. Every day or even every hour, some people choose to die in the cold river after getting drunk, so as to relieve some pain, and last night Too many people make this choice.

Of course, on the huge square, the last import is still going on, and this may also be their last madness.

While thinking, some black spots suddenly appeared in the sky.

These more than ten black spots dragged the white tail flames towards them at high speed, and every time they blinked, they would advance a lot.

Everyone looked up at these strange things at the same time, completely unaware of what they were for, some of the only surviving soul saints and Contras mustered up the courage to fly up to the sky to try to intercept them, but they were directly smashed to pieces.

When the more than ten black dots were relatively clear under the observation of the naked eye, and it could be seen that they were a very thick cylindrical object, they suddenly cracked.

Like a school of fish laying seeds, more than a dozen black balls burst out from each black spot, and then, they fell towards them like raindrops.

boom!
No one had time to understand what kind of death this was. The moment those black spots touched the ground or the pavilions, there was a terrifying explosion, which sounded continuously, and the overall view was extremely spectacular. The door began to collapse continuously in just over ten seconds, and finally became a ruin.

The mountain where the old man was was also hit by a shell and collapsed, but with his strong strength, he was not directly killed, and fell on the ruins of the sect, and even many Contra powerhouses survived.

"Is that the only way?" The gray-faced old man muttered to himself. If it was just this level of power, it would be too unsightly. It would be more straightforward to let those stalker legions surround them and kill them randomly.

But this kind of thinking only existed for two seconds, because when he looked up, he found that the second wave of blows was already in sight.

These missiles also split into several larger warheads and landed on the ground, but different from the last time, this time the blow set off a large area that made him, the titled Douluo who played with fire, feel that the temperature was incomparably terrifying. flames.

This kind of flame is like a tarsal maggot, completely unable to break free, and pervasive, eroding the flesh and blood of every survivor. The sects that were originally blown into ruins were burned to ashes, and many dug the basement to lock themselves People who are desperately trying to escape the blow, and who are still thankful that they are extremely smart, have experienced extremely desperate struggles under such circumstances.

The old man was not spared, but he was still the one who struggled the longest, at least he was the last one to die, and he even saw the entire sect turned into fly ash and flat ground, to a certain extent, he also It's my wish come true.

When the fire raged and the Flame Demon Sect no longer existed, the third wave of missiles also came, but this time they were warheads loaded with the ultimate ice element. After the explosion, the terrifying cold air easily extinguished the previous missiles. The fire made everything quiet.

In the end, the originally majestic and majestic Flame Demon Sect was left with only a bare and frozen mountain top in just ten minutes, and it was dead silent.

(End of this chapter)