Chapter 366：

"Kill—!"

The soldiers responded to the king's call, roared, ran, and slew towards the fortress Lundinium!

Chapter 113: Life is as splendid as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves [Second more]

The dark clouds neighed through the thunder and lightning in the sky, and the blood-red smell spread over the noisy wilderness. The wailing and sword shadows that have just dissipated are blooming in the cold wind again. The piled up remains are hideous and terrifying. The soil has already turned reddish brown. The blood cannot be solidified. Choking.

However, the war continued.

I don't know when the blood-red sunset has hung up on the horizon. The king's army, the sea and the land, are just facing the beast tide.

The blazing white light rushing from Camelot, like a meteor, shed all around.

"Rumble, rumble—"

Continuous artillery fire spread all over the land, bombarding both humans and monsters.

The broken limbs of the deceased were scattered around, and the blood stained the wilderness.

The roar of artillery, the smoke of gunpowder, the clouds and the sun, the life dissipated, it was horrible.

Looking directly at the dripping blood, the tragic battlefield, Wang shouted: "Charge!"

"Charge——!!!"

In the midst of the artillery fire, the soldiers yelled, holding the magic gun Gayaberg, burning their lives, and bravely following the path of the king, rushing towards the fortress city of Lundinium.

They are less than three thousand in number, and they face tens of thousands of beasts on land and air. However, they are more like beasts than grandeur!

Like a dragon, like a tiger, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger!

With the horsepower of Altria, Wang Jian was on his back, and the two-handed magic spear rushed into the herd of beasts, rushing in and out, as if entering the land of no one.

At the end, the two magic spears were all broken, and she took out the king sword and continued to fight.

A **** road has been broken alive.

At this moment, the sun is fading, and the knight of the sun, Gao Wen, has lost the blessing of the sun. He is covered in blood, but his aura is stronger than usual.

The same is true for the generals under the two rulers, taking the lead, fighting in and out of the sea of ​​beasts, blood dripping.

The army charged, the sea of ​​beasts roared.

The two swarms of vast oceans were twisted and intertwined in an instant, **** fog flying all over the sky, and wailing flowing everywhere.

In the army, a one-eyed man rushed out, fighting fiercely against the beasts.

The sharp and sharp claws of the Warcraft roared, the robe that used to be drunk and arrogant was already dying. Relying on [Combat Continued], but with the body as a shield to resist, the blood of the robe fell on his face along the armor, and filled his eyes. It was red.

The one-eyed man roared and stabbed it out, killing the beast. The warm body of the robe fell to the ground, the blood was spilled on the ground, and his pale fingers pointed to the way forward.

Tears mixed with blood, sadness mixed with anger, the big man smashed into the sea of ​​beasts with a magic spear.

When he drove in and out, what he heard was the wailing of the beast, and what he saw was the bones of the beast.

In the end, the magic spear Gayaberg shattered, and the armor on his body was also shattered, revealing his burly flesh.

The broken spear was pierced fiercely.

The last force!

I saw this gun pierced, it was flying sand and rock, and the sky was dark. Looking ahead, it was still a sword, light, sword, and wind stone fireball.

The monster like a sea rushed forward, its hideous face and sharp teeth biting the flesh.

He stretched out his hand to strangle a monster's throat, his hideous face, human canine teeth, bitten the monster's throat fiercely.

The hot blood spilled into the body along the throat.

The beast wailed no more, and he was also eaten by the surrounding beasts, and gradually lost consciousness.

The gray sky, in the visible world, from one end to the other, the field is shaking, sinking, and dissolving, and the infinite space is shaking like the sea.

In the end, the consciousness completely disappeared, leaving only a pale hand flowing with blood, pointing to the way forward.

In the end, even this finger was swallowed and buried by the beast.

The sorrow of life envelops the earth.

Camelot.

God frowned, the ant's stubbornness bored him a bit, and gathered all the magic power of the Tower of Radiance and swept towards Hadrian's Wall.

The beam of light in the sky, like the whip of the sky, swept toward the earth, and in an instant, the blazing light illuminates the entire dim world.

Wherever it goes, all lives are turned into powder.

Artillery fire from the sky.

In a sea of ​​blood, life is fragile and fragmented like glass.

The fallen man's eyes reflected the smile of his wife and child, and the beautiful expectations, which immediately became shattered ashes. And the remnants who were still brandishing their weapons and slashing were surrounded by loud shouts and beautiful disillusionment.

The great sorrow entangles people's hearts.

"The mountain of swords dare to advance, and the sea of ​​flames will not retreat; every battle must be first, and death will not turn back!"

The dying remnants shouted out their last lives.

The life of the robe ignites the fire of man.

"The mountain of swords dare to advance, the sea of ​​flames will not retreat; every battle must be first, and death will not revolve——!"

The sound of shouting sounded one after another, like sparks of fire, connecting one piece, burning on the earth.

The brave man, the last sacrifice, sprinkled the glory of man on the earth.

Wang Chong arrived at the fortress city of Lundinium.

The commander of the fortress was shocked and quickly activated the defensive technique, like a **** cover, to defend the fortress city.

Wang Hui had a muddy face, blood stained all over, but his complexion was extremely calm.

The king threw out all his [evil].

The blood-red inhuman evil and the dark human karma have converged into the evil of this world, which is like a sea tide and sprinkled on the defensive art.

"Zizzi—"