There are corpses with incomplete heads hanging on the city wall, swaying in the air, as if they are secretly accusing the atrocities in this world.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually condensed again amid the chanting. General Mo Jia raised the long knife and split the soldiers attacking behind him in half******
Soldiers are chess pieces in the hands of powerful planners, and life and death are just the price of the game. But what is the crime of these women and children, who want to kill them all just because of a moment of joy and anger?
Yeyue saw the tragic situation on top of the city from a distance, her face was livid, she was silent for a long time and then only one word burst out in her mouth: Kill me!!!
The huge black shadow followed Buck's flight and fell on the soldiers. The ink-armored general looked up, only to see a giant cyan dragon flying from the south, with a vague figure above it, but he could not see it.
Clear appearance.
A panic spread among the army, and even the hands of many soldiers holding swords were trembling slightly.
The giant dragon, the top creature on the mainland's food chain, is an invincible existence in the hearts of most mainland civilians!
A powerful dragon language magic, its power is comparable to the forbidden spell.
Yeyue's voice sounded over the army, with a hint of thunderous majesty in her anger, "What crime do women and children have to kill like this!"
The thunder god's wrath, which had been chanted for a long time, took shape at the moment Ye Yue's words sounded, and seemed to be about to fall on the ink-armored general.
The general raised the long sword in his hand, but there was no trace of fighting spirit on his body to defend himself. He closed his eyes sadly, and a faint smile of relief appeared on the corner of his mouth.
One after another people's figures passed before his eyes, and the scenes were replayed just like the training under the scorching sun, and the lads who liked to be lazy******
No one likes to fight, they just have to fight******
However, after waiting for a long time, no unexpected severe pain came. The ink-armored general opened his eyes, only to see a golden barrier floating in the air. Under the golden light, the magic cloud slowly melted, and finally
Miraculously disappeared!
A young man with a delicate face stood in front of him, with some doubts on his face, "Are you Tiehu?"
After receiving a positive answer, he lifted himself up and was on the wall of Lingxue City in an instant.
There were children who were too late to be executed, trembling slightly in their mother's arms, with uncontrollable fear in their eyes. The soldiers at the top of the city had already fled when Ye Yue's words rang out, but their weapons fell on the ground.
"You stay here." The young man frowned slightly and said calmly, "Don't stop me from killing people******"
In the gap between words, Buck's breath turned countless people into ashes.
Lifting the Hunyuan Spear, the dark soldiers under the city seemed to be ants, stepping on the bluestone and jumping down.
When the blood splashed on the face, it felt slightly cool.
Suddenly I remembered a poem from Earth. I couldn't help but feel breathless and said in a long voice:
A man should kill, and kill without mercy. The eternal karma is all in killing.
In the past there was a heroic man who was very loyal and loyal. He killed people and his body was lighter than a feather.
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There are also heroes and tyrants, who kill with great disorder and roam the world, boasting only of their swords.
Now I am trying to find this kind of thing, but I am trying to catch the shadow of the moon. If you don't see it, the wise men will rise up and the strong men will die. From now on, China will praise benevolence and righteousness.******
Wearing a sharp iron sword, he kills people when he is angry. He cuts each other's legs and drinks wine, chatting and laughing, causing ghosts and ghosts to frighten him.
I will spend ten weeks to kill the enemy. I will focus on Tian Guangtao and have a deep love with Jie.
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Heading out of the west gate, Duti turned his head back. He was tired and sleepy, and the war trumpet was blown.
Ximen bids farewell to his mother, but the mother grieves for her son but not for her son. His body is committed to historical events, but his son will never return when he grows up.
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The killing battle between heaven and earth was so brutal that it shocked the underworld. He killed one person in three steps without stopping his heart and hands.
Blood flowed for thousands of miles, and corpses were pillowed on Qianxun Mountain. When a strong man finished fighting, he was tired and slept on his enemy's corpse.
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Since ancient times, benevolence only harms people, and morality has never been true.
Don’t you see, the ligers are famous for their prey, but who can pity the elk?
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In this world, the strong always eats the weak, even if it makes sense, it is in vain.
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Men, don’t tremble, I have a song for you to listen to:
Killing one person is a crime, killing ten thousand people is a hero.
If you slaughter nine million, you will be called the hero among the heroes.
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He has seen through the reputation of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years, but made it show his majesty in this life.
He doesn't like good reputation and loves notoriety; he kills millions of people without punishing him.
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I would rather teach everyone to gnash their teeth and hate me than teach me and no one will scold me.
Looking at the world for thousands of years, where are the heroes who have not killed people?
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Yeyue said the last sentence while laughing. The gun blade swept across her body, and the blood splashed on her body. She felt comfortable all over her body. There was a sensation in the intersection above her head, and the gate leading to the killing path was slightly loose.
However, this coincidental state of mind disappeared in an instant like a fleeting moment.
The setting sun is like blood.
Among the clusters of blood mist that bloomed like flowers, the broken pipes looked particularly silent under the afterglow of the setting sun.
Thousands of miles to kill! The engraved ancient seal on the Hunyuan Spear actually had a faint hint of dark red luster, and there was a kind of sad desolation against the silver spear tip.
To kill is to release ***
Yeyue stood on the mound that had been dyed red, looking at the Tianfeng Empire army that had retreated for an unknown distance. Looking back, she saw corpses strewn across the field.
In this short period of time, one-fifth of the five hundred thousand troops were lost. The remaining ones were still being reduced by the breath of the golden dragon.
Without a dedicated dragon-slaying heavy crossbow, only magic could defeat the giant dragon in mid-air. However, the magician army that could almost rank among the top ten on the continent was wiped out in Buck's first breath.
They believed in their magic so much that when the surrounding magic protection melted like ice and snow in the golden light of the night moon, there was a hint of disbelief in the despair on their faces.
Of the 100,000 people who died under Nick's breath, only 30,000 died.
Yeyue suddenly felt a little tired. Looking at the city wall that was already ten thousand meters away, she felt something fell in her heart.
Killing is not for benevolence and righteousness, but for peace of mind.