The first thousand three hundred and fifty-eight chapters furious Lin Puxi (4)
Lin Qi was silent. With the Palace of Doomsday Apocalypse and the others here, Lin Qi knew what the true face of this winged people's realm was. And how could the members of the Tiger clan know that these winged people who had been fighting with them for countless years were not at all
Living things!
The members of the Tiger Clan may have thought that if they killed these winged men, they would really die. But they never thought that after the bodies of these winged men fell back into the abyss of the Absolute Realm, they would be immediately reorganized into a brand new puppet.
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Even the undead army will not be as perverted as the angel army. After all, the undead army still relies on the fire of the soul to control it. The angel army is a puppet army that does not even have a soul. They have no concept of survival and death. The only thing they exist for is
The meaning is to rely on a continuous offensive to destroy all enemies in front of you.
While Lin Qi was thinking about it, a large group of Seraphim had already swarmed out.
The combat effectiveness of these six-winged people is very disastrous. The weakest group among them are probably at the level of the upper level to the peak of heaven, but the strongest group among them have already reached the peak of holy master.
degree.
In other words, if you are facing a six-winged man on a large-scale battlefield, you have no idea whether you are facing a heavenly warrior or a holy master! Moreover, their scale is huge and their number is large, even the most brilliant ones.
It is impossible for a commander-in-chief to accurately dispatch his troops and fight them in a targeted manner.
It's like a hundred six-winged winged men appeared in front of an army of ten thousand people. They didn't leak a breath at all. You don't know whether you are facing a hundred heavenly warriors or a hundred warriors.
The existence of the pinnacle of the Saint Master!
"These guys are so ungrateful!" Lin Qi looked blankly at those who looked exactly the same, dressed exactly the same, held the same white lightsaber, and had the same scarlet eyes. They had no characteristics or differences at all.
Seraphim.
"Indeed, it's not very particular!" Long Ya angrily criticized the Angel Legion from the side: "A very shameless behavior, very shameless! The dragon legions I created are living creatures with souls, and their soul breath
and aura of strength, which can accurately identify their strength. The character of the Dragon Legion may be a little worse, but they never play tricks on the battlefield!"
"It is undeniable that the results of the Angel Legion far exceeded those of the Dragon Legion!" The Doomsday Apocalypse Palace silenced Long Ya's anger with just one sentence.
The terrifying sound of flapping wings filled the sky, and densely packed six-winged people rushed down from high altitudes while roaring.
"Attack at will! Attack at will!" The high-pitched voice gave the order decisively.
The fighting power of the six-winged people is really too difficult to grasp. With the strength span from Celestial to Saint Master, it is simply impossible to mobilize the power of the magic array to attack them. Now the battle has entered a state of chaos, and we can only rely on the strength of each fortress.
Adapt yourself to meet the enemy.
Fortunately, the strongest strength of the six-winged people is only at the peak of the Saint Master. They are still invincible against the powerful demigods of the Tiger Clan.
Nearly a thousand six-winged people surrounded the fortress where Lin Qi and the others were, and more winged people kept rushing in from the outside. Dozens of six-winged people waved their long swords, bringing a white light and rushed towards Lin Qi and others.
In front of me, the high-temperature lightsaber struck like lightning.
A ring of fire roared out from the edge of the fortress in all directions. The high-temperature fire ring, which was a hundred meters high, swept over the bodies of those winged men, easily turning them into a self-destructing white light. This was just an ordinary saint-level
Magic, but more than a thousand Seraphim nearby were killed at the same time.
"Damn it, they're all a bunch of minions!" Sha Minyan roared angrily.
With a 'buzz' sound, more than a dozen six-winged men sprang out from behind the large group of winged men. Their long swords waved, and the six wings behind them suddenly opened, and all the feathers shot out one after another, turning into countless lights.
The arrow swept across.
Sha Minyan and others were controlling the magic circle, and they had no power to protect themselves. The nearby tiger warriors raised their heavy shields and rushed forward, blocking the light arrows at the same time. The light arrows hit the shields and exploded one after another.
When opened, the power of each light arrow is no less than a full blow from a strong Saint Master, but facing such an attack, the strong men of the Tiger Clan appear to be so relaxed.
Lin Qi waved his hands, and a ray of green light rushed into the sky, and then suddenly exploded, turning into a large rain of green light and roaring down.
The cyan halo containing a powerful life force adhered to all the tiger and fox clansmen participating in the battle, forming a set of thin personal armor. The defense of this layer of armor was not very strong, and it was probably just barely enough.
It can resist attacks at the peak level of the Holy Master. But once this layer of armor is broken, it will immediately turn into powerful healing energy to nourish the body. It is a strange magic with dual attributes.
Feeling the wonderful power of the cyan light armor exerted by Lin Qi, the fortresses in all directions rang out with cheers.
Some wild tiger warriors waved their fists towards this side, then suddenly jumped up and struck all around with broad strokes. The billowing air waves tore through the air, and the white air explosion visible to the naked eye smashed a large number of Seraphs into pieces.
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Countless shattered winged men fell into the abyss, but more six-winged men continued to fly up from the extremity.
Attack, fall, and then more wingmen appear, continue to attack, and then continue to be beaten to pieces.
It's just that the attacks of the six-winged men were completely unable to break through the defenses of the tiger warriors, and the magic array, which had been replenished with abundant energy, exerted a satisfactory lethality. Large areas of the winged men were easily cleared away, and temporarily
None of the warriors and mages involved in the battle have been injured.
Lin Qi stood idle beside Sha Minyan, his spiritual power carefully wrapping the entire sky castle.
There are actually more than 100,000 people stationed in this sky castle. In addition to the demigods who are the main battlers, there are also a large number of holy master-level warriors hiding in the fortress. There are more than 30,000 demigods in this sky castle.
, the others are all Saint Master level warriors and mages.
Lin Qi also discovered that there were a large number of unused war equipment hidden in the underground of the castle. Some strange bows and crossbows with simple shapes, apparently made by ancient goblins, and other items that Lin Qi could not tell what they were.
Strange things. The Saint Masters, who number more than 100,000 people, should be responsible for controlling these numerous war instruments.
Of course, if the attack of the winged people is too fierce, when a large number of demigod-level winged people appear, those winged people with six wings and below must be carried by these saint master level warriors. Every year, the tiger clan members
Most of the large number of casualties should be on these people.
The crazy attack by the wingmen lasted for two days and two nights, and the attack continued for two days and two nights without any rest.
The sky was filled with winged people waving their wings and slashing wildly. The huge roars of various fire magics were heard in the ears, and the self-destruction of the winged people made a loud noise. There was no rest for two days and two nights, and they kept waving their weapons to kill the winged people.
Falling into the abyss of the Absolute Realm, Lin Qi could clearly see that even those powerful demigods and high-level tribesmen looked tired.
It's not that they feel physically split, but mentally they can't bear the consumption.
These low-level wingmen are vulnerable, but killing them endlessly for two consecutive days is like asking an ordinary person to kill flies with a fly swatter for two days in a row. Facing the overwhelming influx of flies,
That person will definitely collapse.
Lin Qi swallowed hard, and he finally understood the horror of these extreme areas. He deeply admired these seniors of the major ancient tribes. How did they survive such terrible attacks and survive?
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and an eight-winged man rushed out of the large group of winged men with an expressionless face, and with a sword he flew away a middle-level demigod next to Lin Qi. The tiger tribesman
The warrior's long sword was cut off by the lightsaber, and the lightsaber pulled a deep gash in his chest.
Blood spurted out. It was obvious that the wound had injured the internal organs. Lin Qi even heard the hissing sound coming from the torn lungs.
Lin Qi grabbed the injured tribesman, fed a bottle of medicine into his mouth, and then patted his chest with a blue light. Thinking that he would die, he was about to rush into the tiger tribe who blew himself up in the army of wingmen.
The soldier was stunned. His injuries were recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"A quarter of an hour, you will be cured in a quarter of an hour!" Lin Qi threw the tribesman on the ground, took out a mid-grade holy weapon-level long sword and threw it beside him, and then shouted loudly: "Everyone
Be careful, a high-level winged man has appeared!"
Low cries of pain continued to be heard from all around. Amidst the endless onslaught of low-level winged men, several eight-winged men suddenly appeared. Even the demigods of the Tiger Clan who had experienced hundreds of battles,
At that time, dozens of people were caught off guard by the sneak attack of the Eight Wings.
These powerful demigods were seriously injured and flew away, lying on the ground unable to move.
Lin Qi quickly jumped out of his fortress under the protection of nine tiger guards, and came to the nearby fortress. When he met a seriously injured tribesman, he drank a bottle of medicine, and then a green light photographed it, which continued to deteriorate.
The injury quickly improved and healed.
Every time he passed a fortress, Lin Qi would drop a bundle of medicine. Every time he passed a fortress, he would win the cheers of countless tiger warriors.
Lin Puxi, who was completely naked and was being wiped with soft silk scarves by four beautiful girls with bright eyes and white teeth, saw through the magic water mirror the scene of Lin Qi using potions to rescue his tribe. He was so angry that his eyes were twitching and he was hoarse.
roared angrily: "What's going on? Where did he get the medicine? I have asked him to hand over all the medicine to me. Where did he get the medicine?"
"He violated my order and secretly left a large amount of medicine. This is a violation of military orders and a violation of military discipline!"
"I must punish him severely! I will never let him go!"
Lin Puxi was so angry that his hair stood on end, he grabbed a girl and held her down, then roared fiercely.
"Miao Xiangtian, you personally lead the law enforcement team and put this lawless guy in jail!" (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
