"What you just drank was not the wine of Moonlight Walking, but the food of death. You should be glad that you passed the test and can become the slaves of the evil god!"

Xu Wushou opened his hands and announced as if he was a gift.

The whole place was in an uproar!

"Now, kill these inferior races and sacrifice their souls to the evil god!"

Roar!

Amid the turmoil, accompanied by roars, these mutants, carrying a fishy stench, pounced on the guests who had escaped without drinking the food of death.

"Guard! Guard!"

People screamed and ran in panic, but to no avail.

"Haha, guards? They have degenerated and turned into plague orcs. They will only dedicate their loyalty and lives to the evil god!"

The battlefield virgin laughed, teleported, and appeared in front of Di Lanxue. He flicked the whip in his hand and hit her neck.

Lion Girl is not afraid, and the knight draws out his sword!

Whoosh!

Just like a morning sun rising, thousands of golden lights shot out, not only blocking the whips, but also shining on the plague orcs, causing their bodies to quickly fester and disintegrate.

"Cessifon, work together to fight out, Hutao, protect Elaine and the others!"

Downton's left hand was huge and ferocious, and his right hand was dominating and roaring. Blue magic patterns were all over his body. He instantly entered a violent state and charged out with force.

Titans dance!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The violent turbulence raged, and the area in front of Downton was flattened to the ground, creating a passage.

"OK!"

Hutao was carrying a war hammer and was full of murderous intent, killing all the orcs who were close to him. For a moment, the guests all fled here to seek shelter.

"interesting!"

The Starbreaker flashed out and intercepted him right in front of Downton. He punched him and his eyes were filled with stars.

"If you hurt my slave, I will kill you!"

Battlefield virgin warning.

"Then it depends on whether he can block my Shattering Star combo!"

Starbreaker has no intention of holding back.

boom!

Downton and Ctesiphon joined forces and used their strongest defenses to finally block the attack. However, the way forward was also cut off.

"Professor Abu, do you want to watch the False Patriarch continue to wreak havoc like this?"

Sal pushed away the guard who was guarding him and looked directly at Professor Abu fearlessly.

"You guys are really desperate for power!"

Abu was disgusted by Thrall's behavior and really wanted to leave, but for the future of the Orc Empire, he had to endure it.

"It seems that I have to choose a good king myself, instead of just letting you do whatever you want!"

Abu is a very rational person. So he knew that even the king he chose would have shortcomings of one kind or another and would have his own mark on him, so he stopped interfering and allowed it to develop naturally. But in the end, it turned into

This kind of result.

Power is always a warm nest that corrupts people!

"What a beautiful man. Even I can't help but want to make him my own!"

The soul-living priest joked.

"The painter next to me is not bad either!"

The virgin on the battlefield signaled Wallenstein, who was hiding in the corner, with his eyes. The appearance of these two men could not be overstated by the phrase "beautiful as a country."

"Even I'm jealous of a man who looks like this."

The Dark Fallen Angel also made a joke.

At this moment, the entire Talon Weserg has been caught in the flames of war. Four huge portals stand in the four directions of the royal city. The Chaos Knights lead the Shadow Knights and rush in wildly. Behind them, there are even more

Crazy plague orcs.

The hidden underground portal leading to the abyss was also opened, and demons crawled out of the sewers like ants, swarming into the houses, harvesting lives and tasting blood. Enjoy this carnival night!

The guests are desperate. There are saints and legends in the royal court, but the lineup of the False Patriarch cannot be underestimated. Before the reinforcements arrive, their entire army may be wiped out. But while they are trembling and panicking all day long,

At that moment, Professor Abu took a step forward and stepped forward!

"Professor, no!"

Ctesiphon was startled and tried his best to defend himself, trying to intercept the diseased orcs rushing towards him. However, in the next moment, endless aura overflowed from the professor's body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The orcs who rushed towards Abu all screamed and completely disintegrated into pieces like ice and snow melting under the sun.

"This is……"

Not only Ctesiphon froze on the spot, but even the False Patriarch looked at the professor in astonishment.

"The long river of time is too long. Everyone only remembers the name Asadin and forgets the sentence, the sound of the Holy Court, the eternal soul, and the fear of the Thunder Emperor?"

Professor Abu's voice was filled with sentimentality and was very plain, but it was like a yellow bell roaring in the sky above Storm City, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Who are you……"

The False Patriarch guessed an answer, but he couldn't believe it because it was too unbelievable.

"Then let me bring back these memories! I, Astrakhan, the Emperor of the Holy Court, the Thunder Eater, and the King of Behemoths, am back!"

Professor Abu, no, his name should be Assaddin now, took off the Oak Leaf Brooch of the Holy Shield on his left chest and threw it away.

Boom! Boom!

There was a huge shaking in the sky above the Royal Court, and then like a mirage, a huge war fortress appeared.

Behind the fortress is the looming holy mountain. On the top of the snow-capped mountain, there is simplicity, vicissitudes, and holy blessings coming melodiously!

"Is it the King of Behemoths?"

The guests were all dumbfounded. In the Orc Empire, Professor Abu is famous for his wisdom. He is a wise man, a pioneer, and a beacon for the progress of the Orc clan. However, they have never heard that he is a peerless strongman. No, he is one of the eight holy coffins.

, even rarer than the peerless strong man.

"It can't be fake, right?"

A virgin on the battlefield doesn’t believe it.

"Do you think other than the Holy Coffin, who else can do this?"

The face of the soul-living priest was gloomy.

The war fortress was opened, and groups of rangers came out fiercely under the fluttering banners. They held longbows in their hands, carried quivers on their backs, and had scimitars on their waists and hips. They were the Xingliang Death Army, known as the Flying Wings of the Prairie.

, the invincible legion that once conquered this world.

After the Rangers, there are teams of clergymen who are all wrapped in holy helmets and holy robes. They are the dead servants of the Holy Court and the staunchest followers of Asadin's faith.

Ouch!

A shrill and powerful howl of a wolf swept across the sky, and a two-headed wolf with four wings on its back appeared in the sky.

"Even the thirteen giant beasts in the sky have appeared. It seems that this Abu is really the king of giant beasts. I didn't expect that the holy coffin is still alive."

The False Patriarch has regained his composure. Anyway, the Bloody Night plan is just an appetizer before the start of the holy war. Even if it fails, it doesn't hurt. Now that the King of Behemoths has been exploded, it is actually the biggest gain.

"You haven't met the Beast King yet!"

A great shaman in red reacted, roared, and knelt down with a face full of ecstasy.

The orc guests all knelt down. The only exception was the Lion King Thrall, and some humans also knelt down. Facing the holy coffin, they must offer the greatest respect.

"Wallenstein, aren't you going to help?"

Assadin looked at the painter hiding behind a pillar. He was standing in front of an easel and splashing ink, trying to preserve this scene.

"Don't disturb me. If you paint tonight's long night incident, it will definitely become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. I can also be ranked among the great painters!"

Wallenstein's face was filled with excitement, and half of his body was stained with ink, without even realizing it.

Asadin suddenly had a black line on his forehead.

"ok, ok, I got it!"

Wallenstein did not give up his creation, but suddenly a mysterious woman in a cloak walked out from behind him. She waved her staff lightly, and the entire hall immediately lit up with purple light.

A mysterious and complicated summoning circle was completed, and then a huge metal hand stretched out from under the floor and lifted Wallenstein up.

Boom! Boom!

The ground shook, and a hundred-meter-tall magical war colossus rose from the ground. Its huge body and aura of steel made it extremely visually shocking.

"What's this?"

The guests had dull expressions on their faces, being blown away by the strong air flow brought out by the war statue and almost unable to stand.

"Magic God!"

The False Patriarch almost spat out the name through gritted teeth.

"Hey, you actually know? But this is already the third generation. Its name is Dark Blue Metatron, and it is my car. How about it? Isn't it great?"

Wallenstein stood on the palm of the Magic Machine God and tapped its steel armor.

"Instead of being a painter, you should become a magical scientist!"

Assadin complained.
To be continued...