Putting his hands on his back, Ying Zheng held his head high and sneered again and again: "Well, anyone who fails me or takes advantage of me will die!"
At this moment, Ying Zheng completely forgot about the fact that his soul was controlled by Lin Qi. He was just imagining proudly that in the future he would unify all the continents in the world, command countless soldiers to attack the legendary kingdom of gods, and conquer those male gods.
It was a wonderful sight to kill them all and make those goddesses kneel under their crotches, weeping in pain and crying for mercy.
Thinking of what he was proud of, Ying Zheng couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Come here, convey the order, and summon the imperial concubine to see you."
Ying Zheng felt like his whole body was on fire. Now he had to find some fun to extinguish the evil fire in his body. After thinking about it, Ying Zheng shouted again: "It is written in the daily records that I ordered Zhao Lu to lead his people back to the blood
Qin, I am going to the Eastern Ocean to carry out confidential matters. No one at the top or bottom is allowed to reveal a single word. Anyone who dares to offend will be executed!"
Not long after, a young and beautiful woman wearing a blood-Qin palace dress, with a dignified and gorgeous appearance and a graceful figure slowly walked into the watchtower. Yingzheng greeted her with a big smile. Soon, a song like song could be heard in the watchtower.
There was a cry of moans. And the fact that Zhao Lu, the palace steward beside Ying Zheng, was ordered to take people to the Eastern Ocean was also recorded in the accompanying book.
As time passed day by day, the Blood Qin army continued to attack the desert temple like a tide, and the old eunuchs of the Royal Enshrinement Corps accompanying the Blood Qin Empire disappeared day by day. But no one noticed this problem. At Ying Zheng's place
How could people from outside the court know what happened in the palace? And Ying Zheng's power became stronger and stronger, becoming more and more unfathomable.
At the same time, outside the main altar of the Miluo God Religion in the Eastern Subcontinent, tens of thousands of high-ranking clergymen of the Miluo God Religion were worshiping three blazing flames. One ball of red divine flames was the founding god.
The flame of creation in the palace; a ball of white divine flame, which is the protective flame that protects the palace; a ball of black divine flame, which is the flame of destruction that destroys the palace.
Since the founding of the Miluo Divine Sect, the three-color divine flame has been burning deep in the main altar of the Miluo Divine Sect, and it has been unknown how many years it has been.
In the sky above three groups of raging divine flames that are tens of meters in diameter, dozens of weird-looking gods are standing in the air. Above these gods is a giant sacred tree with lush branches. In the middle of the big tree, a
In a small cave like a shrine, a human figure emitting a faint golden light was sitting cross-legged.
A low voice came from this humanoid light: "It's time to take action! Believers of our tribe, are you ready?"
The supreme elders, elders, god masters, palace lords, altar lords, and many masters, Taoists, mages, etc. under them all knelt down and worshiped at the same time.
It didn't come out, but there was an evil spirit rising from the whole body.
Since the last time Lin Qi rebelled against the Miluo Sect and forcibly robbed the Mystic Demon Tower, some gods enshrined by the Milo Sect have issued an oracle to launch a full-scale war against the Tianmiao. This is not a country and a country.
A national war, this is a religious war launched by one continent against another continent!
In the area controlled by the Miluo Cult, countless tribes mobilized elite warriors and mages, and tried their best to prepare equipment, ordnance, food and medicine. They frantically formed an astonishing army, even larger than that of the Blood Qin Empire.
The Western Expedition Army was an even larger army.
After all, the Western Expedition Army of the Blood Qin Empire is only a national force. Although Ying Zheng is arrogant, he still has some sense. At least he will not recruit a large army to launch a Western Expedition in a way that shakes the country. But the Eastern Subcontinent is different.
All the people here are devout believers of Milo God Cult, and all of them are extremely fanatical and pious. Milo God Cult gives an order. As long as they can still move, warriors and mages will swarm around and rush to carry their own equipment.
, dry food and medicine were added to the army.
Therefore, the Milo Divine Cult has formed an unusually large army. They have gathered near the huge trench at the junction of the Eastern Subcontinent and the Eastern Continent, preparing to divide into a hundred lines and launch an attack on the Tianmiao and the Blood Qin Empire at the same time.
Tianmiao has already dispatched a large number of elites to the west, and most of the Blood Qin Empire's mobile troops have also been transferred to the west. At this moment, the Miluo Sect is following the trend, which can catch Tianmiao off guard.
"Remember what we told you!" The voice of the human figure in the big tree was like thunder: "If you can win, kill as many as you can. If you lose, kill as many as you can. Win.
If we fail, we will destroy the Tianmiao. If we fail, there will naturally be someone to mediate, and we are not afraid that the gods of the Tianmiao will really fall out with us!"
All the clergy members of the Milo Sect looked at each other in silence. This was a bit demoralizing. Before the war even started, they were already thinking about what to do if they failed. Fortunately, these words were spoken by the senior leaders of the Milo Sect.
If you say this in front of the conscripted tribal armed forces, it is estimated that the morale of 100% will be reduced to 30% at most.
One of the Supreme Elders who founded the shrine hurriedly shouted loudly: "Please rest assured, God, we will definitely fight to the death."
The figure in the big tree waved his hand gently and laughed slowly: "Those people below can fight to the death, their lives are not worth anything. But you can't. If something goes wrong, retreat immediately.
Well. Milo Divine Sect cannot do without you, and we cannot do without you either. Work hard and do things with all your heart, and you all will have the hope of becoming gods in the future!"
These ordinary words made the senior officials of the Miluo God Sect present so excited that their faces turned red, their eyes instantly turned a terrifying blood color, and they all screamed as if they had been given chicken blood. Regardless.
Men, women, old and young, they all kowtowed and bleeded, and swore hysterically that they would fight to the death with Tianmiao, and that no one would escape in the face of the battle.
The figures of the gods gradually dissipated, and in the void that could not be heard or felt by these crazy upper-level officials of the Milo Religion, several taunts suddenly sounded: "This is human beings! An illusory promise, a little hypocritical concern,
It will make them burst into tears of gratitude and make them work for us at the risk of their lives!"
"It's really incomprehensible that their ancestors were like that, but they are like this now! If we had known it was like this, why did we fight like that back then? So many of our companions have fallen, so many clansmen have died in the battle, why bother?
Come?"
"Stop talking nonsense! The Mystic Demon Tower of our Mystic Demon Clan, please find us the Mystic Demon Tower as soon as possible! Damn it, without the Mystic Demon Tower, what will happen to the reproduction of our clan? Although we still have a spare Mystic Demon Tower,
But... do you know how difficult it will be for us to reproduce?"
"Okay, everyone, shut up and prepare to act by ear. Launch a full-scale war and see what the opinions of those guys in the Temple of Heaven are. If they have a tough attitude, we will stop, but they must return the Secret Demon Tower. If their attitude
If it is wavering, then continue the fight and take the opportunity to harvest more souls of believers so that we can recover a little more."
"Send envoys to those hypocritical long-eared people to see what their opinions are. They took the biggest advantage back then, and we can't let them go easily this time. We must share part of the benefits they get,
Otherwise, war!"
Words full of conspiracy echoed in this small space, and countless weird and twisted figures were looming here. Many of them had a large number of heads and more arms. The aura they exuded was so ferocious.
and vicious.
Just when the gods of the Milo Cult were inciting their believers to launch an all-out war against the Temple of Heaven, a change finally occurred in the Continent of the Undead.
At the core of the vast continent of the undead, a mountain made of white bones crazily emerged from the ground. With a huge roar, the mountain quickly rose to a height of tens of thousands of meters, with a base of several kilometers in radius.
Countless huge palaces made of bones were piled up, and ancient and evil auras spurted out from those palaces, quickly covering the entire continent of the undead.
What is surprising is that these ancient and evil auras can only be felt by the real undead creatures. As long as the necromancers active in the undead continent still retain the characteristics of humans or other life races, they cannot feel it at all.
Feel the presence of this breath.
In countless ancient tombs all over the Undead Continent, huge coffins are slowly opened one after another. Countless people whose names have been annihilated in the long history. Even the oldest undead emperor in the Undead Continent does not know their names.
The powerful undead slowly climbed out of the coffin.
Whether it is a skeleton monster or a zombie knight, whether it is a ghost or a lich, whether it is a dragon bone wizard or a nightmare banshee, these undead crawling out of the coffin all wear a small crown on their heads. Black iron,
Bronze, silver, gold, mithril, fine gold, up to the gem crowns carved from the highest grade magic gems. Relying on these crowns of different materials, these undead are divided into grades according to their strength. The strict class division reveals a well-organized
The prototype of a huge force.
It is impossible to tell how many undead wearing crowns climbed out of the coffin. They took slow steps, but they were moving forward for several miles, dozens of miles or even a thousand miles. Soon, countless undead strong men came
They gathered under the bone-white mountain peak, and a huge ghost dragon with a body length of at least ten thousand meters emerged from the nook of the mountain and lay lazily on a gentle slope of the mountain.
The huge ghost dragon lay lazily on the hillside, and the faces of countless twisted resentful spirits could be seen faintly in its light gray translucent body. Two red lights flashed in his empty eye sockets, and he looked down ruthlessly at the dense and boundless landscape below.
The undead.
There was a loud "click", and a gray lightning struck crazily from high in the sky, striking hard on the top of the mountain.