Outside Huhua City, 400 kilometers. (⊥Fiction)

This place was once a place for outings and hunting for nobles, with a garden that smells all year round.

Nowadays, apart from men's stinky sweat, there is only the disinfectant smell of disinfectant water.

"Ahem."

Pinching his nose, Marsdore walked forward with a heavy backpack on his back.

As a nobleman, Marsdore was lucky. Although he was only the lowest-level lord, he had at least three meals a day and had dry meals to eat every meal.

In comparison, Marsdore glanced at the rows of numb warriors walking by him, and shook his head gently: "Are these warriors actually regular soldiers of my Khakiah Empire? It's really... it's so declining."

Marsdore snored and began to miss how energetic he was when he was a Knight captain in the Khakiah Empire, and he led a team of knights to rush the thieves.

"It's a pity that it's all dreams now." Marsdore grabbed his throat with his hands and gently rubbed a stuttering scar that appeared there.

The scar came a day ago and was caused by a group of bats on the way.

Those bats are extremely terrifying. The mindfulness of ordinary warriors cannot even cut through their skin, and their sharp teeth can easily pierce most of the warriors' armor and hardness.

Are those bats also monsters?

Marsdore thought worriedly, and suddenly he felt a messy sound coming from the soles of his feet.

"Enemy attack!"

"The whole army is on guard~!"

Marsdor heard a warning from the other side of the mountain with a trembling sound.

"Did you encounter monsters such as bats again?"

Marsdore whispered, put down his backpack, jumped up the hillside in a few steps and climbed to the top of the mountain at a speed of 100 meters per second.

There are many masters of the Khaki Empire who act like Marsdore.

Marsdore was still halfway, and he was shocked to see the companions who had climbed to the top of the mountain with all kinds of strange expressions.

Marsdore, who had a slight uneasy, quickly accelerated and climbed up. As soon as he climbed to the top of the mountain, he saw the enemy on the other side of the mountain.

His face twitched in just a moment.

The eyes began to lose their focal length in just a moment.

And the body began to slowly turn cold in just one second.

Marsdor saw the Nether Ghost Clan all over the mountains and saw the Nether Ghost Beast as huge as a hill or a giant elephant.

In addition, on or around the backs of those ghost beasts, countless ghost soldiers in black armor gathered in groups.

Every hundred ghost soldiers in the Netherworld had a very strong giant monster wearing a cowhead horn helmet, holding a bone hammer and slapping a drum, making a series of extremely bold sounds.

"roar!"

A ghost general riding a monster with an iron-backed cheetah roared, then raised his horn and blew it out loud.

As the sound of the horn spread out, Marsdore and others felt a slump in their hearts, as if something had been lost between heaven and earth. They felt panic and stuffy, and felt that everything ahead seemed to be about to drown themselves and swallow them up!

boom!

A thunder suddenly fell and hit a team of ghost soldiers in the underworld. The thunder directly smashed more than a dozen ghost soldiers, arousing the charge of the entire army of ghosts.

Marsdore and others seemed to be suddenly awakened by thunder at this moment. He raised his head and saw the vast starry sky, and a golden illusory figure appeared.

That was the phantom body of the legendary wizard of the Holy Land. Although it was a false clone, there was no difference in the legendary aura emitted from the body!

"How? Master Moss."

Master Mos, the legendary wizard who created the phantom body, heard his companion’s inquiry.

He looked heavy and whispered: "A five-element thunder, after bombarding, only killed more than a dozen small pawns on the opponent."

"I'm afraid, this battle is not that simple."

Master Moss's answer caused silence in the Holy Land Mages.

"It should be no problem. Don't forget that this battle, our Holy Land and the Khakiah Empire are bound to win."

"This time, the Holy Land can be said to have come out in full swing. Not only did 30,000 Holy Land Mages be used, but our Fifth Presbyterian Church and the Sixth Presbyterian Church have also dispatched all our troops!"

"37 legendary wizards, plus an army of 400,000 warriors from the Khakiya Empire and 20 legendary warriors and 1,700 holy-level warriors..."

A legendary magician next to Master Mos frowned and said:

"If you can't win, the Khakiya Empire will not be able to recover the unexpected place of the imperial capital. No, it may even be that the entire Khakiya Empire and our holy land will face a genocide crisis!"

Marsdore witnessed countless monsters attacking them, and after panic, they began to attack.

After all, there are legendary wizards on their side, which gives them the confidence in their hearts.

Just as the battle started, the continuous bombardment of the alchemy magic cannon was just the beginning, and the mages of the Khakiah Empire were also constantly lioning.

However... the legendary mages did not continue to attack.

A legendary warrior from the Khakiah Empire frowned and said, "What's going on."

"No more than panic, we will not give up on you."

Master Moss' voice sounded, soothing people's hearts: "Don't be so panicked, we are just preparing for the forbidden spell."

"Forbidden spell!"

Marsdore was shocked and then stared at the dark monsters that were rushing like black tides ahead. He took a deep breath and whispered: "God, may your spear penetrate the enemy that blasphemed you."

…………

As the saying goes, a cannon fires, gold is ten thousand taels.

On the top of the mountain beside Marsdore, one hundred and fifty alchemy cannons poured shells into the black tide at a speed of 30 rounds per minute.

These shells come from the holy land, and each shot is equivalent to a full-strength attack from a great magician, but relatively speaking, the value of the shells is also more expensive.

Each shell is worth more than 15,000 imperial Yuan. When the Khakiah Empire was not weak, it was equivalent to 1,500 gold coins.

This is a huge sum of money, but now it seems like you don't have any money.

The effect of this is quite obvious. Under the attack of a large number of shells, the ghost beasts in the Netherworld were blown to pieces. Although the ghost soldiers desperately avoided, most of them were still killed or injured.

However, the black tide seemed to have no end, and a batch fell down and rushed up more and more!

This kind of monster group that cannot be seen at a glance is far from being more beautiful than the previous Khaki Empire battles. Some of the Khaki warriors who even encountered sieges were confused and desperate about it.

"roar!"

"Roar~!"

The Nether Ghost General roared over and rushed over. Faced with the bombing of the alchemy artillery, they still rushed over and began to gradually approach the artillery position.

"defense!"

More than a hundred warriors saw the Netherworld Ghost General coming out, and quickly stood up and raised the spear in their hands.

The spear is like a forest, but it cannot stop the ghost generals of the underworld.

As soon as these ghost generals met the warriors, they immediately tore the defensive positions of the warriors of the gun, causing a battlefield storm that flew with flesh and blood.

The Saint Warriors quickly joined the battlefield to resist these Nether Ghost Generals, but they were surprised to find that in the face of the Nether Ghost Generals' attack, they... were actually powerless to resist in a one-on-one situation!

"What should I do?" Marsdore stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the first line of defense that was instantly finished. He said in fear.

"Hmph, what's the solution?" A holy warrior stared at the ghost generals of the underworld and said, "I can only wait for the wedge masters."

"The monsters that are entering the position are really terrifying. Their power and speed are above ordinary saints and warriors, but their aura is lower, which is really deceptive!"

After thinking about it, the holy warrior next to Marsdore said, "I understand why the legends didn't take action at the beginning. They... are these monsters waiting for."

When the Holy Land warrior said this, Marsdore suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from behind him.

boom!

The legendary wizards of the Holy Land took action, and as soon as they took action, they brought amazing changes.

With a thunder storm, thousands of blue lightning fell on the battlefield with a whirring power, covering the ghost generals of the underworld in the thunder purgatory.

"boom!"

The thunder gathered up, and then a thunderstorm occurred. After the explosion, not only were the entire army of ghost generals on the battlefield, but even the army of tens of thousands of ghost soldiers coming from behind disappeared at this time!

"fear!"

The forbidden spell of the legendary wizard of the Holy Land made Marsdore sigh from the bottom of his heart.

And thousands of miles away, Lin Tian, ​​who was obeying Bai Yuelonghua's orders, whistled and said in his heart: "The strength of Huhua City is indeed powerful, and he easily solved the Nether Ghost General."

"But...what can you do next?"

"The army of the Nether Ghost Clan I sent to attack this time has concentrated the entire Huhua City and the troops around it, with a total of 35 million!"

"I want to see, how long can you... last until you can stand up?"

Lin Tian's thoughts moved, and the gap that the black tide originally appeared due to the forbidden mantra was filled with filling in a short time.

"Fire the gun, fire the gun~!"
To be continued...