Screaming Cycle

No one was sleeping this night.

Whether it is ours or the enemy, they are all busy preparing for the war.

At five o'clock in the morning, the darkest hour before dawn, hundreds of thousands of people gathered on a long and narrow plain, and the two armies confronted each other.

Ji Tuan rides on a war horse and is lined up in the front line of the imperial army, with Ren Jianmo next to him.

When no one noticed, Ji Xiaoniao looked down at his watch.

The cursor of the progress bar has moved to the far right, and it is about to end, which means that their mission in this "world" is about to end.

But the cursor is bright red at this time.

Even in the dark night, it was dazzling like a bloodstain that kept flashing.

This makes it clear that they will be very, very dangerous during the last short period of time they stay in this "world".

Ji Lu and his team consisted of about 2,000 people, and they were "cavalry" formations composed of different people from all over the world and from all sects.

Although they are "cavalry", only about half of them ride horses like Ji Xiaoniao.

Others have a variety of mounts, ranging from white oxen and deer to wild beasts and birds, and the battle is turned out to be more than a dozen elephants driven by the Southern Territory King.

In addition to the special mounts such as cattle, deer, tigers and leopards, there are also a lot of strange animals whose names cannot be named by the superficial Ji Thrush. This battle seems to be a bit of a decisive battle in the "Feng Shen Yan Yi" posture.

Master Mingjun is riding his baby panda, about ten steps away from Ji Shu, eager to try.

After more than half a month of fierce fighting, the fat monk and his mount have lost a lot of weight, and their body size has become much stronger, but they are there, even in the pile of strange beasts, they are still very conspicuous.

The two armies faced each other at a distance of one hundred meters, and the night breeze was blowing quickly, like the whimper of a wandering soul in the wilderness.

There is still more than half an hour before sunrise, and the enemy can't wait for it.

A long line of paladins in armor stood in front of the crowd, holding their swords high, praising their holy lord, their gods, and their beliefs with words that most people would not understand, and willing to dedicate them. life.

Ji Lu understands most of it.

He only felt ironic.

A group of invaders broke into other people's homes, burned, killed, looted, and committed no evil. Just because the people living on this land "do not believe in the Holy Lord," they "are the enemy" and can "replace the way" grandiosely.

Ji Shu raised his arm.

The longbow appeared silently in his hand.

Originally, at the distance of the two-square formation at this time, the bow and arrow would fall to the ground before they were shot.

But now it is Ji Shu.

He didn't see any arrows on his strings either, so he kept the bowstring to its fullest position, quietly waiting for the enemy general to finish the mobilization before the battle.

Ji Yu was standing in the formation now, with a group of people in front of him blocking his figure, and the night was thick, except for a few people nearby, no one knew what he was doing.

When the Paladin Commander shouted "Fight for the glory of the Holy Lord" hysterically with the loudest volume, Ji Xiaoniao's bow was loosened.

With a "swish", there was a sharp air current across the field.

In the next instant, the knight commander, who was still shouting arrogantly just now, suddenly convulsed all over and fell off his horse.

The enemy soldiers didn't even know why their generals fell.

For a time, the commotion spread outward like a wave in the enemy formation a hundred meters away.

The holy court takes faith as the foundation of its life, and conveys to their fighters the concept of "you fight for God and be protected by God" to the side from the justice and all the time.

But at the moment of solemn and exciting pre-war mobilization, the paladin commander had just called out the name of the holy lord, and before the soldiers had time to respond, the man suddenly fell down without warning. For unknown reasons, it was very demoralizing. .

This is what Ji Shun wants.

Ren Jianmo watched the whole process of his little bird pulling his bow and shooting arrows and bringing down the enemy paladin, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

——Evil-minded and clever.

Such a child...

--really cute.

It's a pity that the commotion on the other side had not had time to spread before it was suppressed by a voice.

"Quiet."

It was a very young man who was talking.

To be more precise, it is an age between a teenager and a young man, with a clear, clean voice and a calm tone.

The man did not shout hoarsely like the paladin commander.

He just spoke in a very ordinary way, but his voice spread clearly throughout the battlefield, not only from the Holy Court Army, but even Ji Tuan and the others could hear it clearly.

"Oh!"

Although Master Mingjun riding a panda does not understand foreign languages, it does not prevent him from commenting in due course:

"Thousand Miles Sound Transmission, it's a personal thing!"

Ji Shu's eyes narrowed.

The speaking young man did not identify himself, but his voice seemed to have soothing magical power, and all the murmurs of doubt and anxiety disappeared instantly when he opened his mouth.

Ji Lu suddenly realized the identity of the other party.

That must be the son Lancelot who presided over the army of the Eastern Expedition.

--Where is it?

Ji Tuan stood on tiptoe right away, trying to find the legendary beautiful sacred son who was dazzling three kilometers away with bright blond hair in the crowd.

Unfortunately, under the continuous torch light, he could only see the reflection of the large piece of armor and sword and shield on the opposite side.

--pity.

He regretfully put away "the solitude".

Lancelot calmed the soldiers who were upset by the sudden death of the Paladin.

Afterwards, the golden light spread from the back of the enemy line, covering the army of tens of thousands of people like waves.

Soldiers bathed in radiance are more effective than encouragement.

Their expressions were intoxicated, they waved the sword in their hands vigorously, and yelled the name of the holy lord with a loud voice. Their expressions were as fanatical as if they had knocked medicine.

Immediately afterwards, amidst frantic shouts, the real battle between the two armies began.

However, Ji Tuan was quite surprised that the first wave swept, not the cavalry of the holy court, but a large group of bats.

These bats fell in the formation, rolling black shadows, turning into men and women in black cloaks.

These people have sharp fangs, long nails, and pale to bloodless skin. The wind is as swift and swift as the wind. Their nails and fangs are their weapons, and their hands are a killer move that takes the killer.

--vampire!

Ji Lu's knowledge of the Western Fantasy World is very limited, but this famous creature still knows it.

That's right, since there can be witches like Jelena, why can't vampires, werewolves, and liches exist?

As far as he knew, vampires should belong to the dark camp, and were naturally enemies of the holy court.

But now this group of vampires, all expressionless, unable to see sorrow and joy, but fierce and unusually, they threw their lives at the resistance front, and immediately rolled up a **** mist wherever they went.

These supernatural creatures are too difficult for ordinary soldiers to deal with.

Master Mingjun immediately sacrificed his housekeeping magic weapon.

He carried the large bronze cauldron on his shoulders and shouted:

"The White Bone Army listen to my orders and charge!"

A burst of black mist surged from the cauldron and transformed into thousands of ghost soldiers, welcoming the army of vampires that are also nocturnal creatures.

At this moment, the wind was overwhelming, and the battlefield was like an underworld and purgatory merging with each other. There were fighting shadows everywhere, and there was a scream that was more stern than one.

The non-human creatures fought with each other, and the soldiers of the two armies also handed in their hands in the dark.

The paladin under the blessing of the Holy Light is very powerful.

Obviously they are ordinary human beings, but they are almost invulnerable, and they are also born with mental deterrence, which will make the enemy feel fear and trembling just facing them.

Before the war, Ji Lu took out the "Ning Shen Potion" he had specially prepared for this "world", and divided it with a few familiar friends.

"Ning Shen Potion" can effectively relieve negative emotions such as fear and panic, and it can also relieve pain. You can get an entire hour of soothing and calm after drinking 10 ml each time. It is really an artifact tailored for the battlefield.

It's a pity that a bottle of potion is only 50 milliliters, which is really not enough, otherwise Ji Xuan really wants to give the whole army a sip.

Now, Ji Xiaoniao, who had drunk the "Ning Shen Potion", was not disturbed by the Holy Light at all when confronting the soldiers of the Holy Court, and his mentality was extremely calm.

He rode on the horse, "swish" pulling the string in all directions, the invisible arrow flew out, and a large area was emptied in an instant.

When Ji Tuan had just entered this "world" and faced the paladin who was chasing and killing the second master of the Dong family, his electric arrows could not perfectly break through the holy light barrier. By now, he has just entered this "world" and is simply invincible. Overwhelming.

At first it was the Holy Court Army who initiated the attack, but soon, the advantage of the Royal Resistance Army gradually emerged.

The ghost soldiers surrounded the vampires, rusted swords, guns and halberds fiercely piercing their bodies, while the forward army composed of different people from the rivers and lakes withstood the impact of the holy light from the paladins, and moved forward inch by inch. Advance.

At this time, several low roars came from the sky.

"Notice!"

A sword fairy stood on the flying sword and shouted:

"The red-haired devil's dragon-lizard beast is coming!"

The "dragon lizard" in Jianxian's mouth, in Ji Xian's eyes, is the flying dragon that often appears in Western fantasy novels.

Sure enough, as soon as Sword Immortal's words fell, a huge black shadow swept across the sky, his body turned over, and the hot dragon's breath fell from the sky, blowing down a piece in an instant.

There were originally six flying dragons domesticated by the Imperial Army. Every time they appeared, they would cause huge casualties to the Imperial Army.

Later, in repeated battles, the Resistance killed three of them desperately, and now only half is left.

"It's these big lizards of Lao Shizi again!"

Master Mingjun is commanding the ghost soldiers to fight with the vampire corps. One of them is unprepared, wiping the dragon's breath, and almost gets a scalp off his scalp. At this time, he doesn’t care whether his words are not in line with his monk status, and he points to pass by. A flying dragon above his head shouted:

"Little bird, knock them down!"