Along the way, the desperate forest people jumped on these tree men, which were often two to thirty meters tall, and used their legs to leave this forest that was destined to be destroyed.
"Mark Destiny - how dare you..." Gordon's hoarse voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the bottomless abyss. It stared at Mark with red eyes and roared through gritted teeth.
At the same time, not only tens of thousands of demons gave up their original goals and ran towards the coast, but a surging plague mist began to linger on the coastline. Gordon wanted every tree man who dared to cross the coastline and step into the sea to be put on the spot
Dissolve.
After Gordon's men gathered on the coast, Mark snorted coldly.
"snort!"
The trident in Mark's hand slammed onto the deck.
The next second, the originally calm sea surface suddenly stirred up terrible waves.
A terrifying giant wave with a width of more than five kilometers and a height of 100 meters crashed towards the shore driven by the [Lost Trident].
"Boom, boom, boom!"
What a tsunami scene!
Millions of tons of terrifying water bodies crashed onto the coastline without any fancy.
In the blink of an eye, whether it was the rocks that had been hit by waves for thousands of years and had not collapsed, or the ordinary gravel beach, everything disappeared.
It was as if there was a huge deep-sea beast that gnawed away several kilometers of coast like fruit.
Also disappearing were tens of thousands of elite demons in Gordon.
"Ah!" The forest elf Xipala collapsed on the shoulders of a tree man elder on the spot.
Living in a peaceful environment where she had never experienced a battlefield, she suddenly faced this kind of supernatural war.
Looking at the broken limbs, black internal organs of flesh and blood, and the corpses of demons that could no longer be ferocious and ferocious all over the edge of the beach, Xipala couldn't help but lowered her head and retched, and almost fell off the tree man's shoulders.
.
At this moment, she had a further understanding of the power of her new master.
In fact, it wasn't just her. Gordon, who faced Mark's power, also felt weak in his legs and turned pale.
The thick fog of plague outside it disguises this well.
In the final analysis, it is just a demon general.
Although a powerful demon god will be able to defeat low-level gods, such as the novices in the art department on the opposite side, there is a huge difference in strength between those with and without divine weapons.
Seeing Mark destroying the entire coastline with one blow, Gordon was so cruel!
Once upon a time, Gordon also had a dream of entering the main world and killing everyone.
Now it seems...the peat dream of domination is gone.
The combat prowess of both sides is not at the same level at all.
Not daring to say even a single harsh word, Gordon retreated on the spot.
Who knows if Mark can unleash the next blow, such as using a terrifying waterspout to destroy everything within fifty kilometers of the coastline?
Gordon really doesn't understand the artifacts of the sea system.
Only Mark himself knew that the blow just now had consumed 70% of the divine power in the [Lost Trident].
He has three axes, but he can't release the second axe.
Fortunately, the effect is bearable!
Gordon's retreat means that it will not dare to appear again.
As long as the tree people can pass through the land in front of them that is full of corrosive plague soil and step into the sea water, then it is not something it can control. On the other hand, if you are unable to escape, just stay and become a prisoner of the plague.
The tree people continued to move forward with heavy and huge steps. They did not know how many difficulties they would face in the future and how much pain they would endure, but they still chose to move forward.
Along the way, countless forest people who gathered around them were poisoned by the plague mist and fell down.
They can't care anymore.
One step, one step, and another.
Maybe if they step into the sea, what awaits them is not salvation, but if they stay, they will definitely be destroyed.
At this time, the fleet led by Mark had begun to approach the shore.
Led by the Caribbean, four dreadnoughts were lined up, and behind them was a large number of cargo ships in a trapezoidal array.
Approaching the shore, this is the limit of what Mark can do.
Going forward means that he has to use the little power in the trident to attack the corrosive power accumulated by the God of Plague for hundreds of years. Not only will he suffer a loss, but he will also easily miss the mark.
In this situation, the few kind-hearted goddesses on board could only act anxiously.
Seeing that many tree people could no longer hold on, the corrosion on their bodies became more and more intense, a large number of leaves and branches fell, and even the trunks began to wither quickly, very miraculously, streams of clear springs suddenly gushed out of the ground under their feet.
right!
A clear spring that is not polluted and contains light divine power.
The rippling water spring shone with crystal-like brilliance, and soft divine power came out from the light ripples. Although it was extremely weak, it could still slightly slow down the tragic corrosion of the tree man's legs, even for some powerful tree men.
The elder can also use this power to make the roots of the legs sprout again, forming a vine-like mat to isolate new corrosion to the maximum extent.
This is a clear spring and a fire of hope, just like the glimmer of morning light in the darkness.
The illusory arms of the Lady of the Lake were raised, and she seemed to be guiding the children of the forest forward with a smile.
Everyone on the ship was completely shocked by such a scene and couldn't express it for a long time, even Mark was no exception.
He originally only wanted to cut off the beard and get a bargain, but he didn't expect to see such a noble scene.
He didn't even know that a divine voice was communicating through a tree root buried deep in the ground that had not yet been corroded.
[Angelina, if you do this, you will accelerate your downfall! 】
【Sulman! It was you who made your decision first.】
【I am too old, at least I want to leave some hope for my descendants.】
[Why don’t we go further?]
[Wait, you mean...]
[Cut off our foundation of divine power and go directly to Mark Destiny!] The Lady of the Lake said firmly.
【Why?】
[Just because his soul has gathered the hatred marks of the seven demon kings and four demon gods! And there is not a single hatred mark of the neutral or good camp! 】
It’s not that I won’t report it, it’s that the time has not yet come.
Mark fought against so many evil gods and killed their priests and knights of the apocalypse. How could the bosses of various evil gods not know?
If it weren't for his fear of his fellow God King, Mark would have had grass three feet high on his grave and his soul would have gone to report in the cage of pain.
The tree god's voice was full of shock [Do you really want to bet?]
[Have you noticed that the four goddesses are carrying the (Mark of Reckoning), and he is using an artifact from an outside god! This means that he is likely to leave after the war between gods! Or bring in outside forces to fight with that one
'Go against it. Either way, it's better than us sitting here and waiting to die.]
【Okay! Then let’s bet!】
The next moment, two vast and surging spiritual thoughts came through the air and connected to the surface of Mark's soul.
Not intruding, but very politely... knocking on the door.
