Chapter 478

This turned out to be a large gathering place of locust people's doomsday survival survivors.

Dozens of second-level locust leaders flapped their backs and wings and flew in the sky. There was even a third-level locust saint in the gathering place, and the rest of the locust warriors were locust warriors and a small number of family members.

Although the cataclysm of the abyss has not completely erupted, the accumulation of decades of abyss invasions has reduced the number of locusts in this world to an extremely rare level, far less than one thousandth of what was once the world of flame souls!

At this time, on the Flaming Soul Continent, there is no longer any city that once consisted of groups of fiery red nests that towered hundreds of meters high. The old locust civilization is now facing a real severance of inheritance.

In the Flame Soul Continent where the abyss is covered with moss, there are abyssal breath and abyssal monsters everywhere, and no piece of land is safe.

Almost all the newly born locust cubs died young, and occasionally some cubs with very strong parents and mothers might barely survive, and the number was insignificant compared to the overall population.

In such an abyssal disaster world, even some adult locusts who have not become locust warriors can hardly survive, let alone newly born locust infants.

All locust people have reached a consensus.

The real danger in the Flame Soul Continent is not the witcher wizards, because no matter how powerful the wizards are, they are limited in number and have limited energy. They can only destroy the city clusters of visible targets, and it is difficult to truly cut off all the locust civilizations in the huge Flame Soul World.

However, these ubiquitous abyssal creatures can do it!

And the roots of the abyssal creatures are those dark witch hunters who lurk into every corner of the Flame Soul Continent and spread the moss of the abyss.

The leader of this large locust survivor base, ignoring the sadness of losing tens of thousands of locust survivors just now, looked at the overwhelming abyss monsters pouring in from a distance, and the central area guarded by the abyss monsters like black clouds and whirlwinds. Evil, cruel, cold wizard.

All the surviving locust people seemed to smell the breath of death.

Among the five wizards. The wizard with the gray mask in the middle waved his magic wand lightly, as if it was a judgment of fate, and said "destroy them". Then let millions of abyssal monsters covering the sky and covering the sky and swooping over like a raging tide, destroying all wizard will enemies along the way.

Rolling torrents of the abyss. It's not something these thousand locusts who are surviving in the last days can resist.

"wizard!"

For decades, wizards have rampaged across the Flaming Soul Continent, destroying all the fiery red nests.

Those survivor bases based on a certain city became the first target. For the fear of wizards, the locust people almost equated the devil described in the Flame Sacred Bible.

At this time, when they saw the figures of wizards guarding the hundreds of thousands of rolling abyss monsters, the first reaction of most locust warriors and locust leaders was fear, a fear that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Don't say resist. These locust people have even completely lost the courage to escape.

Only this third-level locust man sage roared. In the depths of his eyes after thousands of years of experience was the nostalgia for the once glorious locust civilization. He only hated wizards from the bottom of his heart, and he had no so-called fear at all. .

The locust sage touched the scabbard around his waist.

"We have nowhere to go. The real purpose of these wizards is to kill every successor of our scorpion civilization, because they are afraid, and they are afraid that our great scorpion will grow up!"

As a locust saint who has fought in foreign worlds twice, this locust saint is too aware of the cruelty of foreign wars.

In the endless world, there has never been love and hate within the world, only the most primitive and cruel competition with each other. And it goes on and on.

The seven worlds of slavery in the locust world are all living experiences.

It's just that the roles are reversed now, and the alien life that was once desperate and mournful under the will of the locust. It has become the current scorpion, powerful and terrifying wizards are crushing the scorpion world with the will of a more advanced civilization.

The sight of the third-level locust saint pierced through the layers of abyssal monsters, looked at Green from the fleeting gap, and pulled out his flame soul blade.

Suddenly, the power of the soul of fire that was more than thirty meters away exploded.

The locust saint's eyes were firm, and he rushed towards Green without hesitation. The giant sword with the power of the flaming soul was unparalleled!

"Don't be timid! Only by killing him, killing this wizard, will we have any hope of continuing to live!"

The locust man sage roared.

These decades after the end of the abyss. This locust sage has experienced too much, and the temper of Flame Soul's will has even surpassed the sum of the previous thousand years. The flame soul sword blade in his hand has completely reached the top level of the locust saint level.

"fear?"

Surrounded by an astonishing number of abyssal monsters, Green looked at the locust-man saint like an Avatar. With a cold smile, he didn't care about the appearance of a third-level locust saint rushing towards him recklessly.

"The only thing wizards fear is their own ignorance."

Green waved the magic wand lightly, without mobilizing the magic power or prying the rules, some were just the wizard's will, but formed the strongest witchcraft that Green has performed so far.

As the wizard's will surged, the overwhelming abyssal monsters adjusted their dive direction one after another, and rushed towards the locust saint who wanted to kill Green.

The thirty-meter flaming soul giant sword had just killed dozens of abyssal monsters, and in a blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of abyssal monsters of a larger scale rushed over one after another, killing this locust saint in the blink of an eye. were drowned.

The dark abyss aura completely obscured the power of the flame soul.

Only occasionally, there is a trace of flame soul breath leaking from the gaps in the wings of the abyssal monster, as if doing the last resistance before death

"It's over, after all, it's just... um!?"

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight from the flame soul world suddenly pierced through the abyss cloud in the sky, and irradiated on the abyss monsters surrounded by densely packed mahjong locust saints.

"Gah!?"

"This is……"

"The will of the world!?"

Xiao Ba, Wiki, and Cretia all exclaimed, looking at the golden sunlight that pierced through the abyssal cloud and the massive abyssal monsters, and said in disbelief.

Green's body tightened slightly.

Compared with Xiaoba, Wiki, and Cretia, Green felt the will of this materialized world earlier. After layers of chains of rules fell from the sky and killed thousands of abyss monsters, they connected this abyss saint in the world. together.

"Damn it, those World Guardians have left this method just for themselves!"

Green gritted his teeth, knowing that this was the last resort left by the guardian of this world for himself, in order to completely kill himself, the evil leader who caused the world to fall into disaster.

If it weren't for the world will of the Flame Soul World being completely invaded by the moss of the abyss at this time, the goal of these chains of rules might no longer be to save the locust saint, but to strangle Green.

A blazing black flame was burning above his head, and the stooped locust saint stood up slowly, with pieces of golden flames emitting from his eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, like the golden flames of the sun, releasing a majestic breath.

These are just perceptions of ordinary people.

Under the perception of Wizard Green's original will, it is the last remaining will of the flame soul world that is using the body of this locust saint to find himself. This is the hatred from the world!

boom!

The moment the locust saint stared at Green, billowing air waves erupted in all directions. Hundreds of abyssal monsters trying to attack around were blown away, turned into a dazzling flame towards Green, and rushed forward without hesitation. (to be continued)

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