I'm not a drama god

Wang Jincheng discovered that this six of hearts really looked like a ghost.

No one knew where he was, or who he had become. He was like a wandering ghost, but he would always appear suddenly at some incomprehensible time and place.

Before this, Wang Jincheng thought that the Nine of Hearts had run away after playing a trick on him. After all, as a member of the Dusk Club, there was no reason for him to get involved in the realm war... So when Wang Jincheng really saw that face clearly, he was extremely shocked.

Chen Ling glanced to the side, picked up a wig from the mud, and handed it to Wang Jincheng:

"You can rest now."

Rain and blood dripped down the edge of the wig and fell to the ground. At this moment, the wig had been stepped on and twisted and deformed, and it could no longer be worn... Wang Jincheng's expression was extremely complicated.

But in the end, he still reached out to take it, and said awkwardly:

"Hongchen is going to die, what are you still doing here?"

"Sing an opera."

"……what?"

Wang Jincheng looked at Chen Ling and felt that there was something wrong with his ears...

Just as he was about to ask something else, he saw several shadow centipedes crawling out from the ground in the distance. The smallest was about three people tall, and the largest was almost as tall as the tower.

Half of their bodies were in the soil, and the other half was standing in the air, like seaweed dancing in the wind. Their scarlet eyes kept sweeping across Xizhou, emitting a terrifying aura!

When they saw Wang Jincheng, who was closest to them, and Chen Ling, who had his back to them, they suddenly crawled out as if they had found their prey, and attacked here like black lightning!

"Be careful!" Wang Jincheng exclaimed immediately.

Although Wang Jincheng saw the disaster coming, his body was out of control. Just as they were about to open their mouths to bite the two of them, Chen Ling frowned and slightly turned sideways.

The bright red costume fluttered in the wind. Chen Ling stared at the disasters rushing towards him, and a stern rebuke suddenly rang out!

"--roll!!"

Several shadow disasters suddenly stopped.

Their huge bodies froze in front of Chen Ling, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying, and immediately dispersed in all directions to the west. After wandering around for a while, they locked onto the most conspicuous members of the Witchcraft Association in mid-air and flew out!

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly;

Chen Ling broke all the seals connected to the Ghost Abyss in the Jinghong Building in one go, releasing dozens of disasters in total. These disasters were of varying strengths, with most being level five or level six. In addition, there were also some small level two or level three disasters...

The strongest ones are the seventh-level shadow python on the bell tower, the seventh-level shadow toad that ate the black-robed wizard in one bite, and a seventh-level shadow scorpion that is always lurking underground.

Such combat power is enough to sweep away everything in the current battlefield of Hongchen’s main city... After all, neither the lingering Fushenghui nor the severely damaged Witchcraft Association can resist this army of disasters.

But the problem is that Chen Ling can command a few small disasters now, but there are too many disasters in this shadow army, and Chen Ling can't command them at all. He can only lead them to the battlefield like a shotgun driving a pack of wolves...

As for the rest, it's up to you.

These disasters don't care whether you are Fu Sheng Hui or the Witchcraft Association, killing and destruction are their nature. The sudden entry of such a disaster army has crushed the originally one-sided situation into pieces... and they, who have preserved their strength better, naturally became the main target of the disaster army's attack.

"Disaster?!!"

"How come so many disasters suddenly appeared in the Red Dust Main City?!"

"It's the Ghostly Abyss... Damn it, there are too many of them!!"

"Help me! Help me!!"

"Scatter quickly!!! That toad is about to jump over again!"

"..."

boom--! ! !

The shadow toad fell from the sky like a meteorite and smashed into the people of the Witch Association. The ground cracked and the first one to be crushed to death was a black-robed wizard who didn't have time to escape.

Even if the others ran away fast enough, the next moment, a long black tongue spun at high speed, first tied up the three fleeing black robes, and finally rolled them all into the toad's belly!

In addition, more and more shadow disasters rushed into the battlefield, preying on the black-robed figures whose formation had been disrupted. Cries and screams intertwined, echoing through the sky in the sea of ​​fire.

"Did you summon these disasters?"

Wang Jincheng saw Chen Ling drive away the disaster with his own eyes, and his face was filled with shock. "How did you do it... No, who are you?"

Humans can command disasters, which is beyond Wang Jincheng's cognition. According to his understanding, no one can do this except the extremely mysterious Fusion School.

The flames of war cast a shadow on the figure in red, swaying like a ghost in the ruins...

As the instigator of all this, Chen Ling's eyes were extremely calm.

He did not explain the reason for all this, but just walked forward in silence. He stomped the ground hard twice, and the next moment, a huge shadow scorpion crawled out from the ground!

Although the size of this scorpion is not as big as that of the shadow toad, its ferocious appearance is extremely visually impactful. The moment it appeared, the black-robed wizards who were fleeing here were frightened at first. They stopped in a daze, looked up stiffly, and watched the shadow of the behemoth cover the surroundings.

And on the back of the pitch-black scorpion, a bright red stage robe stood tall, like the only color in the withering world.

boom--!

Before the black-robed wizards could react, shadow toads fell from the sky and smashed them into pulp.

Scarlet flowed under the toad's feet, and a thunderous sound vibrated and spread from its constantly throbbing mouth...

The giant shadow python clinging to the bell tower slid silently through the fragmented silver torrent, carrying countless corpses and blood, and slowly coiled beside the scorpion. A huge snake head spewed out its tongue and made a sharp hissing sound.

pythons, scorpions, toads;

The three mountains suppressed the battlefield with unparalleled momentum. Their auras intertwined together, like an insurmountable wall of death...

On their backs, a scarlet robe danced silently and wildly;

Just like the king riding his cavalry and personally going to the battlefield!

"Where did that man in red come from?!"

"He can actually stand on Calamity's head? And hasn't been attacked yet??"

"Wait...he...he seems to be..."

"I've seen him on the wanted poster. He's Chen Ling! Chen Ling, the Six of Hearts from the Dusk Society!!"

"Is this the madman who caused the destruction of the Aurora Realm?"

"There are too many disasters to kill! There is no way to kill them all!!!"

"..."

Chen Ling no longer looked down at the battlefield swept by the army of disaster, but slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

Leading the Ghost-Mocking Abyss to attack the Witchcraft Association is just the beginning, and it is also the easiest thing he can do at the moment...but his real goal is not here.

Chen Ling looked at the center of the dark cloud where the alchemy array was hidden, with a gleam in his eyes.