The Overlord of Comoros issued the order angrily, but before his men could move, another voice sounded.
"By the order of the Eternal Queen, in the name of the goddess Isa, warriors of Lugnat! Follow me to kill the rebellious minister Victor!!"
I saw a large group of people from the Arkworld, led by the prophet Patricia, breaking into the arena from one side, holding high the green royal flag of the Eternal Royal Court, and pointing directly at the overlord of Commorragh, Victor.
Not only them, many conspiracy groups suddenly came from all directions holding high the battle flag of the Eternal Queen. Each of these warriors in black armor had a green ribbon tied to their arms. Apparently Malus already knew what was going to happen.
Troops were deployed around the arena.
From a high place, Victor looked at the swarming army, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then turned his head.
At the other end of the arena, from a high place, Malus was gently waving the folding fan in her hand, looking at him with a smile. Even though they were thousands of meters apart, they seemed to know what each other wanted to express.
"Okay, what a show."
Victor sneered, sat back on the throne, and glanced at the Yang Yan Sword under the throne.
"Then I will be the Phoenix King today!"
As he spoke, he lightly snapped his fingers.
"Protect the Overlord! Protect the Queen! Destroy the rebels!!"
The men and horses belonging to Victor's side also poured in from one side of the arena like a tide. At this time, the two sides no longer needed any language to communicate, and they began to exchange fire as soon as they met.
Even clowns from different troupes had to fight together because of their respective positions.
For a moment, the ruins of the arena were filled with shouts of killing and gunshots.
At this moment, a piece of twisted energy tore through the night, shrouding the entire arena in dark purple light, showing many weird outlines against the dark night.
With the clearly audible sound of energy weapon firing, blue flames shot into the ruins, and the blades shimmered under the lightning, the battle formed a strange and inconsistent melody.
Suddenly, the sky was crying, pouring out an unearthly ocean to the ground. Unholy energy roared across the air. Many spores dumped by the plague fleet hit Commorragh with virulent poison, although most of them were destroyed by Commorragh itself.
The anti-psionic facilities it possessed were dissolved, but some still fell to the ground.
The Grand Master of the Haemonculi stepped out of his lair for the first time in hundreds of years. He stood on the gunboat, looked at the fighting fleets in the sky with his hands behind his back, and shook his head.
"Oh, oh, it's really annoying."
At the same time, the fog shrouding this mysterious area gradually dissipated, revealing a honeycomb-shaped black rock mass.
Accompanied by terrifying roars, a large number of deformed and twisted creatures began to emerge from the holes of the hive, ranging from monsters to engines of pain, and they were densely packed and overwhelming.
"The living conditions in this place are average, but we can't let anyone ruin it."
Prophet Patricia stood at the forefront of the battle line. She stretched out her arms as if to embrace the raging rain, held her head high, and her eyes were slightly closed due to high concentration.
Her black hair was blown by the wind and formed a torrent behind her. A sudden flash of lightning reflected her fatal beauty. Then energy surged out of her body and turned into a blue holy ring, which condensed into a blue holy ring on her chest.
A brilliant blue fireball.
In one breath, Patricia opened her eyes, and the fireball ripped through the air and rushed forward like a burst of life.
For a moment, it seemed as if it had completely disappeared.
The next second, a huge explosion shook the surroundings. Collapsed rocks and blood-soaked soil slid down from the broken auditorium like a waterfall.
Then the blue flames of the ring-shaped explosion lit up the sky and spread outward, burning the Ugur along the way.
After she solved a group of difficult enemies, she immediately noticed a stream of firepower shooting towards the left front of the team. The firepower was very fierce and had already mopped up dozens of Ark Warriors and Furious Avengers, as well as several Assault Scorpions.
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The prophet could feel the enemies hiding in the ruins, but he could not see them.
Even her excellent eyesight could not penetrate the darkness filled with twisted energy, and the firelight produced by the shooting made the surface of the ground flicker, making it easier for those guys to hide better.
"Bonu, there is a group of enemies armed with heavy weapons in the left area, deal with them."
Patricia's thoughts were transmitted along the psychic channel, and finally reached the Nether Guard Commander who was waiting behind.
"Roger that, Prophet."
A concise answer came back quickly, and a team walked out of the darkness and fog. The tall and slender body was coupled with the same huge and slender head without facial features. The bright jewels inlaid on the armor seemed to be alive.
Generally glowing, they took steady and silent strides - the Cross Nether Guard began to quickly search for prey.
These war machines, clad in spirit-shaped armor and towering over the battlefield, are a kind of inanimate warriors. Giant machines built by humans to envelop the soul stones of former warriors, giving their immortal souls a chance for revenge.
Soon, they determined the direction of the enemy, and the powerful weapons in their hands emitted a dazzling light, directly vaporizing the team of conspiracy warriors who controlled the poison crystal cannon.
In response, the Death Jesters from the Harlequin Troupe, who stood on the side of the Black Heart Cabal, fired a volley, hitting the advancing Nether Guard. Large pieces of the Spirit Sculpture Armor shattered and flew into the darkness. However,
The strange giant continued to advance as if it didn't feel the impact, and they began to fight back, hail-like bullets flying through the air.
At this time, the battle had heated up and soon entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat.
Assault scorpions wearing layers of dark green armor fiercely attacked the Witch Spirit. The chainswords buzzed and cut, the shuriken guns crackled, and the double blades brought screams of death.
The howling banshees fought with the snakemen and Ugur, and they let out terrifying screams that made even the most terrifying beasts retreat.
The cabal warriors with green ribbons on their arms fought with their former relatives. Poison crystals shot through each other's armor, scimitars slit each other's throats, daggers penetrated each other's hearts, and finally fell over each other in a pool of blood.
call out--
A beam of purple light pierced the air, and the Dire Avenger Archbishop Manik Rohr slid sideways in time, sliding into a blood-stained ditch as the poisonous crystal exploded above his head.
Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled the trigger of the dart gun and fired a hail of bullets at the advancing row of conspiracy warriors, knocking down 4 or 5 people in one fell swoop.
When he stood up again, the rest of the Dire Avengers had moved closer to him, getting into fighting positions to protect their commander.
The Dire Avengers are the first born warriors of the Ark Eldar tribe. They represent the most noble and ruthless god of war among the Eldar gods - Bloodhand Cain.
These warriors form the basic armed forces of the Arkworld, and are also the most tactically flexible warriors. They can serve as elite long-range infantry in the army, or as front-line assaulters. Therefore, shrines are widely found in various Arkworlds, and are currently the most flexible warriors in the Arkworld.