Casting spells

If he can finally surpass the limit of transformation and completely integrate into one body, his control over energy will be further improved.

To some extent, this is more difficult than the simple evolution of life forms, and it will also bring about greater changes.

In order to meet the minimum requirements for absorbing the devouring light cluster, Zhang Cheng must complete this indispensable prerequisite.

Volent undoubtedly noticed the vision in the surrounding air, and responded with a playful face: "You are a tyrant! Whether you are interested in rights or not, it is in your hands. No one dares to violate your command, and no one dares to challenge your rights, otherwise they will inevitably suffer terrible reprisals and even a big purge."

"But if one day, I get what I really want, I will definitely discard all the rights in my hands."

"Desires are endless! You will never get what you really want, at most you will reach a limit similar to the ceiling. So don't deceive yourself, when you reach the top, I am afraid that you will be no better than our sister who claims to be the creator." How much better..."

Chapter 862 Conquering Hell ([-])

Tyrant, a ruler specifically used to describe despotism, cruelty, and no mercy, even in the stories recorded by some historians and bards, some tyrants would kill the people under their rule for no reason, Just to satisfy my morbid liking for blood and death.

However, anyone who knows a little bit about history knows that most of the tyrants in human history have actually been discredited to a considerable extent.

For example, the famous tyrant in the ancient Roman Empire, Nero Claudius Drusus Germanicus, was actually only because of the brutal suppression of Christianity, which led to the madness of Christianity after it came to power. All kinds of bad stories are made, just to portray him as a tyrant in people's minds.

In fact, the reason why most tyrants are tyrants is that they are historical losers.

In this world where the winners write everything, if the losers are not discredited, how can the legitimacy and status of the winners be reflected.

Zhang Cheng never felt that he was a tyrant, because he did not believe that he would be a loser.

But he also didn't try to explain too much, just kept smiling to hide his real thoughts in his heart.

time flies……

Two days passed in a flash!

With the rest of the hell army coming from afar, this unprecedented war soon kicked off.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Accompanied by the high and low fel cannons finally began to show their power!

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of green fel energy fireballs were poured on the top of the enemy's head.

No surprises!

The nearly [-] low-level cannon fodder who were first used as a tentative attack disappeared from the world directly under the covering bombardment of the artillery, leaving only a piece of unknown material that was burnt to black by the flames.

fierce!

cruel!

Inhuman!

Just one attack by the Burning Legion made the demon kings of hell realize that they were not dealing with traitors at all, but with a group of lunatics with extremely rich experience in war.

Compared with the peaceful hell that has lasted for thousands of years, the Burning Legion, which is fighting in the universe all the time, is obviously more aggressive, and the quality of its commanders and soldiers is also higher.

In particular, the Mo'arg engineers who worked around the clock to provide countless war machines to the Legion were not inferior to those top weapon design and manufacturing experts on Earth.

In less than a month, they used the evil energy technology system as a blueprint, integrated the concept of heat weapons on the earth, and developed one after another with amazing power.

Although the entire legion has not yet reached the level of eliminating cold weapons, it has almost reached the extreme in terms of fire support.

Not only are there amazingly powerful fel cannons, but there are also a large number of ultra-long-range throwers for throwing hellfire golems.

If it is fully activated, it can destroy a large defensive position in just a few minutes, and use Hellfire as the vanguard to tear apart the enemy's defense line.

If the time is not too short, maybe these crazy mo'args can collect enough resources to create the famous magic mecha.

Standing next to the fel artillery group, Zhang Cheng condescended to appreciate the battle in full swing below, and asked the succubus who was following him with a smile: "How is the preparation of the shadow mage group under your command?"

"It's already ready, just waiting for your order, my great and evil master." Reneth sucked his fingers with a full motion, showing a look of dissatisfaction.

"Be patient! Be patient! Now is not the time for you to play." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and glanced at the other party.

Pollack, the doomsday guard, seemed to have noticed something, and immediately suggested: "Master, I think it's best to order the left wing to launch a counter-charge now, to test the enemy's reality. After all, since the beginning of the war, they have never shown even one hole card."

"Don't worry, this interesting game has just begun and is in the stage of testing each other. I don't want to end it too early. Compared with the left wing, I care more about the war fortress floating in mid-air." Zhang Cheng said. He pointed to the huge building the size of more than [-] football fields floating above the heads of tens of millions of demons.

This thing is in the shape of a standard pyramid, with a pitch-black surface, densely engraved with runes of different sizes, and an arched opening will be opened almost every 20 meters. From a distance, it looks like a huge honeycomb.

"According to the information sent back by the Dread Demon King, this aerial fortress is ordered in the name of the Demon Lord Leviathan, and there are more than 5000 skeleton dragons made of flesh and blood living in it." Pollack gave the answer with a serious face.

There is no doubt that he is full of vigilance against the enemy's trump card.

Because even the Burning Legion is afraid of the powerful power possessed by the guardian dragons of Azeroth.

Especially when the giant dragon swooped down covering the sky and covering the sun, breathing out deadly dragon breath, no army in the world could resist it.

"The Corpse Dragon? How is it compared to the Frost Dragon awakened by the Lich King?" Zhang Cheng asked with great interest.

"I personally think that the corpse dragons should be stronger. Because these corpse dragons spit out a poisonous mist that can corrode everything, which is far more deadly than the frost dragon's winter breath."

"I agree! According to the news sent back by the dread demon kings, the yellow poisonous cloud is extremely corrosive, and even a breath of it by the demon lord is enough to kill."

It was rare for Pollack and Renez to give unanimous evaluations without quarreling.

"If that's the case, why don't we destroy this thing first." As he spoke, Zhang Cheng raised his supreme authority and began to crazily gather and draw the magical energy contained in the surrounding air.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying energy vortex visible to the naked eye formed around him.

Such an obvious change, but anyone who is not blind can clearly feel it.

So the demon kings immediately revealed their first hole card, which was to let all the corpse dragons in the air fortress move out and fly towards the height of the fel cannon.

They are very large in size, each of them is at least 50 to 60 meters long, and there is a light yellow mist all over their bodies. They are so ugly that normal people can't help but spit them out after looking at them.

But these terrifying behemoths are not only disgusting, but also have sharp bone spurs in almost every joint position.

It is conceivable that if you are grabbed by them, the taste must be very sour.

When passing over the legion's position, these corpse dragons suddenly began to descend and dive, and sprayed deadly poisonous gas at the most densely populated place.

moment!

The cannon fodder of more than 15 Burning Legion directly turned into a viscous black-yellow liquid, before even screaming, the soul had already returned to the "Grimoire of Domination"...

Chapter 863 Conquering Hell ([-])

"It's not acid, but a spit similar to negative energy."

Watching his legion being massacred by the enemy, Zhang Cheng not only did not show any anger or nervousness, but instead showed an expression of interest.