The golden battle formation and the black battle formation confront each other, clearly distinguishing each other.Ω ＷｗＷ.\n ｂｉｽＵｗＵ.\nＣｃ
The huge battlefield fell into unspeakable silence, with only the sound of the war flags blowing in the wind.
The Great Elder looked at the sudden appearance of the black soul general corps on the opposite side in disbelief. His eyes widened. Where did the other party get such a soul general? In order to make up the holy flame soul general corps, he had to fill it with countless lives.
The opponent's soul generals were no less numerous than him. What made him find it even more difficult to accept was that the quality of these soul generals was much higher than the soul generals of his Holy Flame Soul General Corps.
How can it be……
Southern Cross Corps? Suddenly, the Great Elder remembered the origin of this name. It had appeared in the information about Tianlu. It was an ancient regiment that had long been lost in history. How could it still have so many souls?
Will it survive? Ten thousand years. The soul will be able to withstand the erosion of hundreds of years, which is already very powerful. Ten thousand years, what is the concept? It will be so long that even the soul will want to commit suicide.
He had never heard of a soul that could survive ten thousand years.
But, not only that, there are so many more!
The Great Elder felt that his understanding of Soul General had been completely overturned.
The soldiers of Soul General are fierce and fierce, with high fighting spirit and strict discipline. Every one of them can see the temperament of a veteran who has been trained for many years on the battlefield.
When these veterans gathered together, the killing momentum immediately suppressed the regiment with his holy flame soul.
Tang Tian was also shocked. He knew the qualitative transformation of the Immortal Sword in the sword whirlpool storm, and knew that these remnant souls had re-condensed their bodies. However, watching them come out of the Immortal Sword in silence, watching them carrying
Walking out with the battle flag of the Southern Cross Regiment, his heart was filled with indescribable emotion and sadness.
Because he knows how they got here in the past ten thousand years, and he knows that every hundred years, they will smash themselves to pieces like moths flying into a flame.
The Sea of Rest, this paradise that contains the hope and sustenance of the living, has become a battlefield that they have never given up for thousands of years.
The life and death of the regiment are unknown, how can we rest in peace!
When I see these soul generals who have fought for thousands of years in the darkness that no one knows, and have been shattered hundreds of times, they really break free from the sea of rest, really reshape their souls, and they really carry tens of thousands of years of unwillingness and attachment, and they never
Hai, who was willing to rest in peace, walked out and saw them standing under the battle flag of the Southern Cross Regiment and shouting. Unspeakable emotion stirred in Tang Tian's heart.
Tears burst out of Ashin's eyes. His comrade-in-arms, his senior, stood in front of him, fighting side by side with him.
——In the name of the Southern Cross Regiment, fight!
The years have been left behind us, and reality has been penetrated by us. Ten thousand years have passed, and we are reunited on the battlefield, and we stand side by side again. The oath of that year is still stirring in our hearts, and the battle flag of that year is still between you and me.
Flying above the head.
Hey, ten thousand years later, we are still us!
Hey, after ten thousand years, the Southern Cross Regiment is still the Southern Cross Regiment!
Ashin wiped away his tears, walked up to the big man, saluted, and said loudly: "General Ashin of the Southern Cross Corps, here to report."
The great elder's pupils couldn't help but shrink. He knew that he had really made a mistake this time. General Ashin, this was the general soul general who killed the Qiu Kill Corps last time. He did not expect that this man who looked confused
The soul general turned out to be Ashin!
The big man returned the gift and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, General, according to wartime regulations, you will be given the highest command authority. But, before that, Your Excellency, General, can you tell us whether the Corps is still there?"
For the first time, there was a commotion in the strict battle formation, and all the soldiers' eyes fell on Ashin.
"The Corps is gone." Ashin's voice was calm.
The eyes of all the soldiers dimmed, and sobs continued to sound in the battle formation. The figures of many of them were fading little by little. They were originally a remnant soul, but because of the obsession in their hearts, they were suffering.
The support has not been annihilated by the years. But now that they heard that the Corps was gone, they felt that their persistence for so many years was meaningless. Without the support of faith, their bodies would melt and disappear like ice and snow.
The rough man burst into tears and burst into tears: "It's too late, we're still too late... Yes, it's been ten thousand years..."
Ashin's heart suddenly throbbed, like a knife twisting. When he heard their self-blame and their sorrow and loss, what appeared in his mind was like a moth rushing to the flame. It was the endless "The life and death of the regiment is unknown, we are unknown" floating over the Sea of Rest.
How can we rest?"
He took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength, "But we are here!"
The soldiers raised their heads and looked at the weak general with blurred eyes.
"We are here, and the Corps is here!"
Every word of Asin's words was ringing and pierced into the hearts of the soldiers. They wiped away their tears, held their heads high, and held their chests high.
Ashin's eyes slowly swept over everyone and asked loudly: "We haven't been annihilated for ten thousand years. Why? Because?"
Facing everyone's gaze and the dazzling golden light, Ashin suddenly thought of the screws that had been howling in the ice coffin for thousands of years. He suddenly thought of the little ghost who wanted to reproduce the glory of the machine corps and wanted to pass on the tradition of the corps. He thought of his every life for thousands of years.
One day, I remembered that everyone spent hundreds of years of sleep in the Sea of Rest in exchange for moths flying into the flame.
For the first time, with arrogance and scorn on his cynical face, he pointed at everyone, pointed at his chest, and told everyone word for word.
"The souls of our soldiers will never die, and the Southern Cross Corps will never die!"
boom!
All the soul generals felt a shock in their heads. This sentence seemed to be nailed directly into their heads. The originally fuzzy and lost consciousness suddenly became clear. That's right! Your Majesty the General was right! They failed to catch up with the support corps.
, but it is also the Corps that is gone, and only their soldier souls are left, and the responsibility of defending the glory of the Corps also falls on them.
They are duty-bound!
Who else would I be!
The dull bodies of these proud soldiers became solid again, and they were solider than before, and their faces glowed with a different kind of light.
The surging fighting spirit soared into the sky, like a dragon rising into the sky, slamming into the holy flame light curtain in the sky.
Boom boom boom!
The holy flame light curtain in the sky shook violently, and the holy flames scattered in all directions.
Ashin's eyes were firm, looking at the newly born soldiers, his heart was also agitated, and a strong fighting spirit was burning in his body. When he shouted those words, all the haze in his heart was swept away, yes
, so what if the Corps is gone, they are still there!
They are here, and the Corps is here!
Ashin exudes a fierce aura. He is like an unsheathed sword, sharp and unstoppable. Looking at the golden battle formation in front of him, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. You guys can only drive the shell together.
Guys, come on, let me show you what a corps is!
He raised his arms and roared angrily.
"Southern Cross Corps, advance!"
Boom boom boom.
The black torrent advanced slowly and slowly. Their speed was not very fast, but they had an unstoppable momentum that was enough to crush all enemies standing in front of them.
The Great Elder witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. He wanted to interrupt several times, but he didn't know how. The attachment and identification of these souls with the Corps was really surprising. He was a little envious. How could he be like this?
Loyal subordinates?
He quickly put this idea behind him. For now, none of this matters. Only those who win this war will have a future.
After experiencing the initial shock, he had long since calmed down. The sudden appearance of the Soul Corps disrupted his deployment, but he was still confident. This is the Holy Continent, with endless holy flames, and this is his carefully arranged home field.
.
It is wishful thinking to want to defeat him here.
He smiled slightly, confidently and calmly, and said calmly: "Sophie, I leave everything to you."
Sophie bowed in response, turned around and led the Holy Flame Soul General Corps to attack. With a crash, the golden torrent also surged forward.
The Great Elder showed satisfaction. After the opponent showed his strength, Sophie was still unaffected, and her own soul general showed no fear and faced the enemy without flinching.
It doesn't matter if you lack training, just train more. It doesn't matter if you are injured. There is endless supply of holy flames here. It doesn't matter if you die. If you eliminate a group, the rest will be the elite. As for the cannon fodder, there is plenty.
Moreover, is your home court so easy to deal with?
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the great elder, and he flicked his finger in the air. It was as if an invisible string connecting the holy flame light curtain was plucked, and countless holy flames fell like raindrops.
The Holy Flame fell on the Holy Flame Soul General Corps. The momentum of the Holy Flame Soul General Corps suddenly increased. When it fell on the Southern Cross Corps, they were immediately melted away by the opponent's murderous intent. However, with the interference of the Holy Flame, their momentum suddenly increased.
Sluggish, slightly unsmooth.
Duke stood up without hesitation at this time and smiled slightly. The great elder's methods looked very powerful in the eyes of others, but in Duke's eyes, such small methods were really not worth mentioning.
He floated down around Ashin and drew a circle in the void with his palms.
Indescribable fluctuations spread quickly, and a faint halo of light appeared in the sky above the corps. The holy flame fell into the halo, and everything was annihilated and decomposed. The holy flame turned into strands of virtual energy, replenishing the losses of Ashin and the others.
.This is what he learned from Tang Tian's Sword Vortex Storm. However, his control over the laws is more advanced. He seems to be less powerful and cannot compare with Sword Vortex Storm, but he can still replenish the losses of soldiers.
The great elder glanced at Duke, and there was not much surprise. Although the previous confrontation between him and Duke was short and restrained, both of them knew the other's skill. Duke was able to change the energy of the holy flame in such a unique way, or
It made his eyes light up.
However, for him, controlling the holy flame requires almost no effort, but how long can the other party sustain it?
The opponent's arrangement is very targeted, and they have obviously carefully studied the Holy Flame. However, do you think I only have these methods?
The great elder sneered in his heart.
Below him, the golden torrent and the black torrent collided heavily.
