Hua Hua Hua——
Blood clouds are flying and hurricanes are sweeping across.
The magnificent temple fortress seemed to be held up by an invisible giant, majestic as it "waded" into the boundless sea of blood.
The already boiling blood-red sea surface passed by the fortress at high speed, like thousands of bombs being thrown into it. It exploded one after another with a booming sound, and the explosion range stretched for tens of thousands of meters.
This scene was so intense that it was like tens of thousands of big hands descending from the sky and piercing into the turbid sea of blood, trying their best to dig out. Thousands of bones and countless tons of blood were stirred up and down, majesticly flying up and down, and shooting in all directions, causing even more damage to the surrounding area.
The large and vast sea of blood was slapping in waves, stirring up more waves of blood.
And this is only the scene at the bottom of the temple fortress, which is farther away and closer to the sea.
If you zoom in closer to the cross-section of the base of the fortress, you will find that there are thousands of deep holes the size of houses arranged neatly, rhythmically "breathing" the infinite ether and infinite air from the outside world.
Suck - swish swish!
Huh-huh-huh-huh!
As the base of the fortress "breathes" at a high frequency, the airflow environment around it is like a doomsday-level typhoon that continues to pass rampantly, and the terror is unreasonable and reaches the extreme.
Bundles of thick airflow columns visible to the naked eye are like long white snakes that scream and hiss. They are constantly rotating up and down, front and back, left and right around the huge city, patrolling wildly, stirring up the already violent and frantic airflow environment of this huge airspace even more.
violent.
At the same time, these tens of thousands of twisting, snake-shaped torrents stretching for thousands of meters will condense under unknown principles into a huge wind ring with multiple colors and an almost solid form of explosive white.
These wind rings will burst into pieces the moment they condense, turning into circles of explosive shock waves that rumble in all directions like a demon roaring.
It is this kind of violent and terrifying airflow explosion field that exists at all times that gives the Temple Fortress an illogically powerful stagnation force and a super driving force that can maintain a speed of more than a thousand kilometers per hour.
This speed, which is just short of the speed of sound, may not look scary on its own, but what is scary is that the mass of the Templar Fortress with this speed... impressively exceeds 100 million tons.
If it launches a reckless self-destructive attack on the Eurasian continent, the destructive effect it can cause will be even more terrifying than that of Great Yinwan.
"It's simply blacker than black technology."
Su Feihan looked at the terrifying airflow explosion field outside through the guardrail of the fortress wall. He used his notebook to calculate quickly while glaring and complaining, "It is completely unaerodynamic. This kind of uncontrollable airflow is so terrifying and chaotic all the time."
How was the field created? What is the technical principle? What is the energy supply equipment? What framework is used for the energy transmission line? Even if these and other things are not mentioned, it is not possible to move such a heavy fortress even if it is created.
It can be lifted up and it can fly so fast!"
"This is the greatness of witchcraft." Zuo Qinghe, who was leaning aside, smiled softly as if he was proud of himself, "turning the impossible into possible, into miracles and myths."
"That's also the effect of Anzel's witchcraft system." Su Feihan denied, "What does it have to do with your Harry Potter witchcraft system."
"What you are saying is very narrow. The so-called witchcraft is the technology and method of using supernatural and mysterious power to influence or control certain people and things."
Zuo Qinghe gently shook his thick bangs, "Even if the systems are different, they are still similar in some essences."
"I only believe in data and detailed principles. Even if we can't research it now, it's just that the technology is not in place." Su Feihan shook his head to express his gratitude.
At this time, in front of him, Zuo Qinghe took out another black book that he got from somewhere and began to read it leisurely. Judging from the handwriting on the pages, it was clearly a secret book of witchcraft in this world.
"Huh?" Su Feihan said in surprise, "It's not a systematic thing. Can you use it if you learn it?"
"It never hurts to learn more," the latter said leisurely.
While they were chatting, the Temple Fortress had passed through hundreds of thousands of miles of blood sea and stood suspended above a huge black island.
The glorious empire's war offensive against the bloody ocean officially begins at this moment.
In an instant, the temple fortress like a city in the sky suddenly "bloomed" in the form of a rose in full bloom.
The base of the fortress is different, but the hard, thick and complex structure of the four-sided city suddenly cracks and creates countless fine gaps. Following these gaps, the entire fortress quickly "opens" in layers, extending hundreds to thousands of holes in all directions. A huge "leaf" made of rock and steel.
On these "leaves" of various shapes and covered with dense and complex ritual patterns, each leaf carries dozens of shuttle-shaped ships that sparkle with the aura of witchcraft.
Through the portholes of the ship, one can vaguely see densely packed armored soldiers standing inside the cabin.
These soldiers were vigorous and high-spirited. They were obviously ready to go into battle and kill the enemy at any time.
On some of the "lobes" at the back of the edge, there was a bustling gathering of mercenaries who participated in the Holy Blood Battle.
Although they dress differently, their posture and discipline are obviously not as good as those of the regular troops in the Temple Fortress.
But in terms of vitality, it is obviously better than the lower-level soldiers of the Templar Legion who rely on witchcraft armor to kill enemies.
After all, all of these mercenaries are serious wizards, no matter how bad they are, they are still at the apprentice level.
"It's about to begin."
Walton kept a reserved smile and stood at the highest position of the fortress, standing in the Commander's Square that belonged exclusively to the top leaders of the Templar Legion.
He leaned down and looked at the hundreds of thousands of troops below, all under his full control, and felt proud in his chest.
"Relax, this is just the beginning."
The blond young man said to himself with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "In the near future, people will definitely study my past diligently, the legendary past of an amazing big man, hahaha."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! With his heart racing, Walton couldn't help but hum a song from his hometown in a low voice:
"After waiting for a thousand years, I will still be there in the world, unable to hold your hand affectionately and kiss your forehead lightly~"
While he was humming some slightly incorrect lyrics, his figure wearing heavy witchcraft armor suddenly turned into a ball of blazing light.
Buzz——
The light group expanded extremely quickly, evolving into a light field covering hundreds of square meters in a few seconds.
Qiang Qiang——
The huge light field shattered instantly, turning into wisps of bright light powder and dissipating in the howling wind, revealing twelve figures with the same appearance and the same clothes - Walton.
This is the ancient secret technique that he was able to master with the help of a super brain chip - the Mystery Smile of the Muse.
This secret skill was acquired by Walton when he participated in an out-of-bounds expedition out of curiosity when he first reached the third level, exploring a secret realm outside the world.
Strangely enough, that secret realm seemed to have been severely damaged and shattered a long time ago. It was a very small area, with only a mud swamp covered with huge green corpses.
At the same time, the Broken Secret Realm also seemed to have been searched hard by people. The number of monsters, rare treasures, and secret techniques were all extremely small.
Walton endured the stench and poison and wandered around the swamp for a long time before he discovered an ancient secret technique written in a strange alien language.
After unraveling the meaning of the alien words through related witchcraft, he realized that it turned out that this alien secret technique had only one effect, and that was to create clones.
A harmless and controllable clone from the soul and will to the physical body and then to the magical energy.
After the secret technique is used to create clones, abilities including mental power, vitality, and even more abstract attack and defense will be equally distributed to each individual.
At the same time, all individuals will share perspectives, memories, thoughts, and consciousness.
Moreover, after the death of each individual, it will not have any impact on other individuals. Only after all the clones have reunited with the original body, will the numerical value of the original body be reduced.
Therefore, Walton immediately thought of using this secret technique to kill and practice.
He was able to rush from the beginning of level three to the peak of level three so quickly, and the "Muse's Mysterious Smile" definitely contributed to it.
But this secret skill is also something that very people can practice.
It does not look at any other qualifications of the cultivator, but only the calculation ability, the total amount of mental power, and the spiritual will.
The stronger these three are, the more clones the cultivator will have.
However, when each avatar walks and perceives the external world, it is inevitable that it will "accumulate" too redundant information and perspectives.
People with weak calculation power, mental power, and willpower will soon fall into schizophrenia once they practice this technique, eventually leading to irreparable personality collapse.
Therefore, even if Walton possesses a unique super brain chip, he can only create twelve clones.
Even if there is one more body, his personality may explode on the spot.
"This battle..."
Twelve Waltons opened their mouths at the same time and said, "It will definitely increase my strength again, hehehehe."
Woo——
A dull and long horn sound suddenly sounded, shaking the sky and the sea.
Suddenly, the temple fortress and all the airships suddenly bloomed brightly at the same moment.
The vast black clouds and billowing blood mist were instantly dispersed by endless light and fire.
Light returns to the world.
Buzz——
The next second, tens of thousands of airships set off blazing lights accompanied by the ear-splitting and majestic holy sounds, crashing like thousands of suns toward the dozens of desolate buildings in the sea below that were filled with jagged rocks and treacherous evil forests.
islands.
At the same time, the Waltons standing at the highest point of the fortress also laughed and turned into clusters of brilliant brilliance that quickly swept towards the islands below.
The cautious mercenary group followed closely behind, using spells, tools, or rituals to follow the witchcraft ships and slowly fly towards the blood sea demons below that were wrapped in the evil aura.
island.
But at this moment, Zuo Qinghe, who was quietly reading the secret book of witchcraft on the "leaf" at the edge of the fortress, gently stretched out a slender finger and whispered:
"ingardiueviosa (levitation spell)."
Buzz——
A mysterious and magical power suddenly appeared, wrapping up all four reincarnations including him, and then slowly floated into the air, flying in circles downwards.
The temple fortress at this moment is not very high from the ground, only more than two thousand meters.
Therefore, under the effect of this improved suspension spell, only a short while later, the four reincarnations fell to the ground comfortably and safely.
Where they landed, the four of them saw a tall and strange stone forest that obscured their vision. There was a dangerous atmosphere between the stone pillars.
"Roar!
"
Suddenly, seven or eight corpses with withered bodies and ferocious faces jumped out from the corner of the stone pillar and rushed towards the four people.
But they showed no signs of panic.
Zuo Qinghe also pulled off a black glove, completely exposing his left hand.
And after taking off the glove on the left hand, the five fingers immediately grew in length, resembling five dark brown branches covered with complicated patterns.
No, not a branch.
The five fingers on his left hand were actually five slender wands.
Through some unknown method, Zuo Qinghe actually completely replaced his fingers with a wand.
At the same moment, he had already raised his arm leisurely and stretched out towards the group of ghouls running toward him dozens of meters away.
Bah! Bah! Bah!
There was a sound of tearing flesh, and Zuo Qinghe's slender forearm suddenly split into five mouths with complete lips, tongue, and teeth.
Five mouths chanted five different spells at the same moment, and the five wands also flashed different magic waves at the same time.
"PetrifusTotalus(all petrified)."
"Redto(broken to pieces)."
"Stupefy(passed out)."
"Indio(flame)."
"Crio (Crushing out the Bones)."
boom!
red
Black, gray... several kinds of magic power merged into a terrifying torrent that swept hundreds of meters ahead in an instant.
The seven or eight unlucky corpses, as well as the surrounding hard and tall stone pillars, were instantly transformed into charred black dust emitting burning steam and scattered on the ground.
Even large areas of wet and muddy soil were drying out and crumbling into ugly, hardened clods of soil and filled with potholes.
"Tsk~"
Duan Sheng slowly retracted the three bright silver claws with weird and mysterious patterns that were drilled out from between his fingers, and laughed hoarsely, "Ah He is so fast."
He then looked at Su Feihan, who was standing aside working on his notebook, and asked, "Is that church on this island?"
"Yeah." The latter nodded slightly, "About thirty kilometers away."
With that said, Su Feihan raised his arm and turned the mechanical bracelet on his wrist.
Buzz——
As time and space rippled slightly, an alien UFO-like aircraft the size of a house suddenly appeared in mid-air ten meters in front of him.
Seeing this aircraft that suddenly appeared, the other three people were not surprised.
With brisk steps, they followed Su Feihan towards the UFO that emitted a faint laser light.
After the four people entered the UFO through the gangway, only ten seconds later, the aircraft suddenly jumped into the sky with lightning, took a break and quickly flew to the sky, heading straight towards the Bone Cup Church.
At this moment.
Thousands of kilometers away from the outer island chain of the bloody ocean, in the offshore area of the glorious country, a heavy rain came unexpectedly.
Hua Hua Hua——
The wind howled and the waves moved wildly.
A huge fleet consisting of dozens of troop transport ships full of troops has left the port for a long time and is heading towards the depths of the ocean despite the inexplicable heavy rain.
On both sides of each ship in this fleet is printed a large pattern consisting of a long sword and a sun-shaped buckler.
This is the image of the Day of the Holy Sword. This entire fleet also belongs to the Brilliant Nation, and the purpose of their trip is to reinforce the Temple Fortress.
Rumble, rumble!
Thunder flashed in the sky.
I couldn't tell whether it was raindrops or seawater that was swept up into the air. Accompanied by the roar of thunder, it smashed into the big ships on the sea.
Under such violent wind and rain, an illusory light and shadow, accompanied by the thunder snake falling from the sky, hit the sea not far behind the fleet.
boom!
The waves burst, and the light and shadow of the statue suddenly condensed into shape.
His appearance is clearly that of Mu Cang.
This chapter has been completed!