Among these mid-level gods, the one at the front has a set of high-level artifacts, which are high-level artifacts that only the attacks of high-level gods can effectively break!
There are hundreds of sets!
It can be said that the release of these hundreds of high-level artifacts is enough to make these low-level gods invincible in front of them.
Equipment crushing is so unreasonable.
This is the power of high-level artifacts, and it is also the reason why each set of high-level artifacts is expensive in the divine world and is regarded as a treasure by many temples.
And the God-Beings behind are not bad either. All of them are medium-level artifacts of the same color, with more than 6,000 sets, and everyone has one!
Although they are only medium-level artifacts, these gods of winter can indeed break the defense of these medium-level artifacts by attacking with all their strength several times.
But the problem is, there are more than 6,000 sets!
Even if these high-level artifacts are not available, even if these human gods stand still and let them take turns to fight, just smashing these more than 6,000 sets of medium-level artifacts can exhaust these 191 medium-level winter gods to death.
For a moment, these noble gods who came with glory were all dumbfounded.
Who the hell is the god!
I am the poor one myself?
Humans, are you going a little too far?
It’s enough to be surrounded by more than 6,000 inferior gods.
How the hell did you get these hundred sets of high-level artifacts and more than six thousand sets of mid-level artifacts?
"That's a high-level artifact from the Agni Fire Temple!"
"That's from the Aoki Temple!"
"That's from the Temple of the Wind... Damn it, what's going on? Why do the equipment from the major temples in the God Realm appear here!"
These high-level artifacts and most of the medium-level artifacts come from Lao Zhu's recent deception of major temples. At first glance, they are colorful and different.
At the moment, the gods of winter were very shocked. Why did the artifacts from many temples appear here at the same time?
I can't even tell who is the god... Do you call people with this magical weapon human beings? What do we call those of us who are so poor?
There was fear in the eyes of the God of Winter: "Could it be that...could it be that many temples want to use the hands of this world to destroy us?"
"That must be the case!" Another God of Winter nodded and said: "How dare lower beings be enemies with us? There must be something hidden behind them!"
At this moment, the gods of winter were completely in despair.
But there was also a God of Winter who sneered: "Haha, what are you afraid of? These low-level gods can only wear medium-level artifacts, but can they wear high-level artifacts to fight the enemy?"
"It's so stupid, weak, and extremely ignorant!"
"Do you really think that an artifact is so easy to control? It is an artifact that can only be worn by high gods. It is strong and heavy. How can a lower god wear it with the strength of a lower god?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to be pinned down and unable to move! How can I move? You still want to wear a high-level artifact to fight against us?"
"ridiculous!"
And at this moment.
"Dudududu~"
The loud bugle resounds through the winter!
The cold wind was silent at this moment!
"rush!"
"Capture the gods alive!"
From all directions, the roar of mankind resounds!
Amidst the sound of bugles, the soldiers took heavy steps, roared and crushed the ice and snow, and rushed towards the one hundred and ninety-one gods of winter who were surrounded!
Rush towards that dazzling glory!
Even the warriors wearing high-level artifacts rushed forward with long strides, as if they ignored the unbearable weight of the lower gods!
"How is that possible!" The God of Winter, who had just sneered just now, widened his eyes, "How can they wear high-level artifacts and still move freely, and even charge!"
"Don't worry about this, fight them off first!"
"We can't let them surround us!"
The God of Winter roared and unleashed the divine magic of winter. Long dragons of ice and snow gathered together, carrying the extremely low-temperature cold wind and crashing away!
A series of medium-level winter magical arts were struck with a dazzling white glory!
Smash at these low-level gods who are only three or four levels in strength at most!
In the face of these medium-level magical arts, those low-level gods can only be torn into pieces.
But those low-level gods who rushed at the front were wearing high-level artifacts!
Then the question comes, when high-level artifacts meet medium-level magic...
"boom!"
The ice and snow flew, the long dragon collapsed! The blade-like snowflakes shattered!
The magic collapsed, but those figures were still running wildly from all directions.
One soldier grinned and sneered: "Idiot, how fucking awesome did I think you were?"
"That's it? Even God can't do it!"
A soldier looked strange and said, "Oh, God, don't do it, it makes me itchy."
Some soldiers pointed at their necks and shouted to the gods: "Can you press harder? It was so comfortable just now. It happened that my neck was stiff last night. Please press it for me more!"
Some soldiers looked frightened: "To be honest, I almost thought I was going to die just now. Fortunately, the equipment prepared by the commander-in-chief for us is good..."
"Yeah, don't tell me, he is worthy of being a god. This
There were so many magical arts that I was shocked. They were so powerful."
The gods of winter frantically released the winter magic, but those terrifying magics hit the warriors and had no effect at all, and could not even repel them!
It stands to reason that even if it cannot effectively cause damage, the magic released by a medium-level god is enough to knock back a low-level god.
but.
Those more than 6,000 warriors were like long dragons, rushing in groups!
The warriors in the first row were all wearing high-level artifacts, standing like a human shield at the front, withstanding the impact of medium-level divine magic.
More than sixty warriors wearing medium-level artifacts lined up behind the first row of warriors. They bent their knees, grabbed the waist of the warrior in front, and lined up like human centipedes to rush forward!
More than sixty low-level gods cannot be lifted away by a medium magic spell!
Every step breaks the ice and snow, like long unstoppable dragons. No matter how the ice and snow come, these long dragons just smash the ice and snow, smash the cold wind, and rush towards the gods!
The main thing is to fight against the few when there are more people!
The game is about crushing with one hand of equipment!
The scene is just like the eagle catching chickens that children play.
But at this moment, it is the chicken catching the powerful eagle!
Weak humans lined up, facing the wind, and rushed towards the powerful gods!
In the biting cold wind, the flames on Chique who stood at the front were slightly extinguished in the cold wind, but she smiled and said: "God, you are indeed powerful."
"But you shouldn't have more people than Daxia!"
"boom!"
Behind her, the power of more than sixty low-level fire gods exploded, and the originally dim flames in the ice and snow soared into the sky, burning up the ice and snow, burning the winter!
Those long dragons are rushing towards the gods from all directions!
The terrible sense of oppression, the unstoppable figures that smashed into the ice and snow, made all the mid-level winter gods turn pale!
Winter has always been the battlefield of the God of Winter.
But at this moment, they met humans who are not afraid of winter!
Looking at these humans who are not afraid of divine magic, the gods of winter are very depressed. They are obviously stronger than these humans, but the despicable humans are completely unreasonable.
The inner feelings of these gods are like a group of strong men raiding a kindergarten, only to find that the children singing children's songs all have ak...
He was obviously a mid-level god, but he was besieged by a group of low-level gods!
"Despicable and shameless human beings, if you have the ability, take off your clothes and let's have a good fight! Do you dare to compete in a serious competition of divine power!" He trembled with the air of winter.
The soldiers had no dignity in this regard: "Don't dare!"
"Yes, we are just despicable and shameless!"
"Knowing that we are despicable, you still ask, are your gods idiots?"
"No, equipment is also part of our strength. Where are your equipment, and where are your advanced winter artifacts? Your Winter Temple will not be without equipment, right?"
"You don't need to use martial arts to have a magical weapon? In your era?"
"Do you gods take off your clothes when they fight? Are you having such a good time?"
"There are more people than others, and there are fewer people. It's just crushing me with equipment. It's shameless. I just want to press you to the ground and rub you. Do whatever you want! I'll kill you!"
"Don't push me, just hit him and it'll be over!"
Murder and heart-wrenching.
God of Winter: "..."
This is also the "chicken catching the eagle" tactic formulated by Sun Bin himself. By surrounding the gods with people on top of others, these members of the gods' legion can withstand the frontal impact of divine magic without being repulsed and knocked away.
Of course, there is another effect.
"Those in the back, push harder! Push forward as hard as you can!"
A god-like person standing at the front of the team, wearing a high-level artifact like a shield, shouted loudly.
High-level artifacts are indeed beyond the control of low-level gods.
That terrifying weight can only be worn by high-level gods with ease. Even if a mid-level god wears it, it will be difficult for him to move.
And when lower gods wear it, they will indeed be suppressed in place and unable to move.
If there were no such strength limit, the most powerful temple would no longer be the Thunder Temple, but the richest Star Chamber of Commerce and the Agni Temple, which are addicted to the service industry and make a fortune. Everyone has a set of high-level artifacts and is done with equipment.
.
And this member of the Great Xia Divine Legion, who only has the fourth level of strength, is indeed unable to bear the weight. After wearing it, he can barely stand.
But it doesn't matter.
"rush!"
"Push hard!"
Behind him, more than sixty members of the Great Xia Divine Legion roared and pushed him to run like a shield!
And he only needs to stand at the front and act as a human shield.
Can not move?
No need for him to act!
More than sixty people pushed it and it was done!
The main thing is that there are many people.
There is nothing else in Daxia except that there are so many people!
"Don't try to release magic! You can't beat them back!" Seeing that the humans were surrounding them, the mid-level Winter God who took the lead said loudly: "Hurry out and rush out!"
next moment.
"rush out!"
One by one, the gods of winter crashed into the surrounding warriors.
They originally came after Chique and other low-level gods, but now they just want to escape from human pursuit!
This scene is contrary to Tiangang!
but. .??.
Facing the medium-sized winter god who came with great power and an ice dragon, the warriors were not afraid at all!
"Want to run?"
"Run? Where can you run?"
"We have you all surrounded! Capture the gods alive!"
Familiar lines sounded, but this time it was no longer the gods of winter who spoke.
"boom!"
"boom!"
In the dull collision sound, the bodies of the gods of winter collided with the high-level artifacts, their faces and the artifacts were closely connected, and they were directly knocked back firmly.
"ah!"
Some gods of winter were bruised and bruised, while others covered their twisted arms and howled.
The God of Winter rose into the sky just before the collision and loudly shouted in the air: "I ran away!"
But the next moment.
"You can't run away!"
Among the huge crowd of god-goers, a dozen god-goers were thrown into the air by their comrades. They didn’t even need to take off on their own. They were like human-shaped missiles, hitting the god directly and forcefully.
Drag him down.
"No! I don't want to go back..."
More winter gods were silently looking at the densely packed humans walking from all directions, as well as the red flags fluttering in the ice and snow, their eyes already falling into despair.
The God of Winter was knocked upside down and flew under a tree that was frozen into an ice sculpture. When he was about to get up, he was shocked to find a line of small words written on the tree trunk.
"The gods were captured under this tree."
God of Winter: "..."
are you crazy!
How could someone write something like this on a tree when they are free? What kind of bad taste is this!
But looking at this line of words, and then looking at the dense crowds of gods coming from all directions, he suddenly felt that he had seen the revelation of fate... He trembled and turned his head to look at the humans who were trampling on the ice and snow, walking step by step.
, tremblingly said: "I surrender! I surrender!"
"Surrender... can you lose half of it?"
But it's too late.
Warriors from all directions have already rushed forward. They don't use magic or attack. They just bump into these gods from all directions!
Relying on the equipment, each one is like a heavy tank, completely ignoring the attacks of the gods, directly squeezing these gods unable to move!
Not to mention releasing the magic, it is difficult to even lift your arms and it is difficult to breathe!
Some gods were even squeezed so hard that their feet were lifted off the ground!
Just like the subway at eight o'clock in the morning, these gods couldn't even fly for a while, so they were tightly packed into a ball!
The main thing is to beat more people with fewer people, and the game is to crush with equipment!
There are even soldiers who have gone completely crazy, crazily squeezing up, hugging a medium-sized winter god, and shouting with red eyes: "First-class merit! Don't move!"
"First-class merit in capturing alive!"
"Don't even attack them, don't break them! Just squeeze them!"
The soldiers crowded in the front were ecstatic, with faces full of excitement. They looked at these gods as if they were looking at first-class merit, and they clung to them tightly.
The soldiers crowded behind looked anxious and pushed forward even more crazily, their eyes full of urgency and concern for first-class merit.
"Old Wang, don't do anything in front of me! What if you are beaten to death? This is first-class merit!"
"Brother, let me go to the front and support you! I also want to get first-class merit!"
"Company Commander, please switch with me for high-level artifacts. Let me push you to the front and squeeze in!"
"Squad leader, I didn't participate in the first few battles. I'm the only one in the class who has no military merit! You give way, I'll go first! I'll treat you to a foot bath for a year later!"
"Squeeze gently at the back, these gods will be squeezed to death! Holy shit, this one will make you roll your eyes!"
"Oh, this one dares to resist! Here are two buddies with high-level artifacts, kill him half to death first!"
Of course, the effects of force are reciprocal, and warriors whose strength is only that of lower gods are actually being squeezed.
But it doesn't matter.
This piece of equipment is not afraid of being squeezed at all... just like a heavy tank, just squeeze it as hard as you can and it will be done.
Some soldiers even started greeting with loudspeakers: "Treat prisoners preferentially, surrender without killing them! Give up resistance!"
"As long as you fight for me in Great Xia from now on and are willing to accept transformation, God, we can provide you with Geneva
Treatment stipulated in the convention!”
"As long as you surrender, you will be my prisoner in Daxia. You will be provided with food and accommodation, and your daily working hours will not exceed eight hours!"
Some winter gods have been squeezed into unconsciousness, and some winter gods were so squeezed that they almost vomited blood and shouted forcefully towards the wind and snow in the distance: "Lord God, help me!!"
And the other side.
On the first battlefield.
The winter goddess Chione and the sword-wielding Shura still looked at each other in the white ice and snow and the dark abyss, the howling of the cold wind and the gasping of ghosts and gods.
Chione was not in a hurry to fight Lin Fan, but stared at Lin Fan.
She just needs to be careful about this Shura God.
Although she knew that there seemed to be someone who became a god in this world, Chione believed that the God of Winter she had trained was quite capable.
How can it be compared to ordinary gods in the lower planes?
Furthermore, it is impossible for there to be too many gods in this plane! Only a dozen at most!
As for the Winter Temple, in addition to Chione herself, there are nine high gods alone. What can these humans who dare to resist the gods use to stop them? With their heads?
Chione is a cautious god. Although the Shura God in front of him is only at the peak of the twelfth level, he is still a Shura God with weird methods.
Chione always has a sense of danger. If they really fight, even if they can win, they may have to use [Winter] to withstand the backlash again, in order to kill the Shura God who is dying to fight back.
This is unacceptable to Chione. After all, she came here just to find a place to survive the crisis. How can she bear the backlash of [Winter] again?
The backlash of the rules is no joke. This time, she is lucky to be able to recover, and her strength may even increase slightly, but next time she may be completely assimilated by the cold winter!
Now, she only needs to hold back this Shura God.
When the battlefield in the distance collapses and the city wall is broken, the Shura God will no longer have the will to fight, and he can take advantage of the victory to pursue him!
"You are very confident." Chione smiled: "But you are also too arrogant, and you are standing here confronting me."
"Aren't you worried that your human comrades will be killed one by one by our Winter Temple?"
"Aren't you worried that this Great Wall will be trampled to pieces?"
"You have such a big flaw, are you not worried at all?" Chione looked at the Great Wall behind Lin Fan: "I am not in a hurry to take action, I am waiting for my subordinates to report the results of the battle, what are you waiting for?
"
Lin Fan was not in a hurry to take action. He looked back at the Great Wall and said with a smile, "You may have made a mistake."
Chione frowned slightly: "Huh?"
Lin Fan glanced at the towering Great Wall behind him: "This land and my brothers are not my weakness, but my backing."
"Because they are here, I can stand in front of you and confront you."
"And I am their flaw."
"As for what I'm waiting for... Haha, just like you, I'm also waiting for your winter gods to report the results of the battle, waiting for you to feel restless, waiting for you to panic and reveal your flaws."
"Haha, ignorant lower beings are always so humorous." Chione seemed to have heard some joke: "Do you think those lower beings can defeat me, the God of Winter?"
"joke."
"What do you think is the difference between the God Realm and the Lower Plane? For so many years, only the country called Daxia has allowed the gods to return in vain!"
"Do you think you are from that country called Daxia?"
"If that's the case, let alone the invasion of Winter Temple, I, Chione, will turn around and run away without even saying a word!"
Chione was stunned.
suddenly.
There were sounds coming from a distance!
"The Blood Demon of Great Xia is waiting for the gods!"
"Kingdom of Great Britain, King Arthur, welcome the gods to Great Xia!"
"Great Sage Qitian, waiting for the gods!"
"Great Qin Yingzheng is waiting for the gods here!"
"Xiliang Lu Bu is here, waiting for the gods!"
"The Confucian school of Daxia is the path of virtuous people! We are waiting for the gods!"
"Great Qin Baiqi, waiting for the gods!"
"Great Qin Mengtian, waiting for the gods!"
"The Great Xia Medical God, the descendant of Hua Tuo, Zhang Chengfeng! We are waiting for you!"
"There are thousands of Taoist gates in Daxia! We are waiting for the gods!"
"Daxia Confucianism, everyone knows! We are waiting for the gods!"
"Daxia...waiting for the gods!"
Roars came one after another!
Names that make the gods change their colors!
Auras that frightened the gods rose into the sky!
A cry of "Great Summer" and a cry of "Waiting for the Gods"!
At the same time, the wails and exclamations of the winter gods also came from afar!
"Lord God! This is Daxia!"
"Summer!"
Lin Fan smiled crookedly: "Aren't you very curious about who we are?"
