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Chapter 1972 Resurrection from the Dead (Supplement)

Chapter 1972 Resurrection from the Dead (Supplement)

At noon, when the trampling sound of two million beasts shook the northeast and east, when the threat of death quickly hit the eastern battlefield, when countless spectators sighed for the war alliance, an unexpected, exaggerated and weird drastic change occurred.

It left countless forces waiting for the Alliance's defeat to be completely dumbfounded.

The strange drum sound is faint and weak, and the ghost's ghost words are like weeping and complaining.

In this mountainous area surrounded by violent storms, on this battlefield where shouts of killing and thunder compete for supremacy, the sound of drums and ghost whispers are too vague and weak to attract any attention at all, let alone attract anyone's attention.

But it was this ignored voice that, in just half a stick of incense... affected the entire audience...

Then……

The exhausted Zhan Alliance troops became crazy and irritable without knowing it.

Their blood was boiling, their fighting spirit was surging, all fatigue and pain were forgotten, the desire and enthusiasm for war occupied all consciousness, and even their eyes turned blood red unknowingly.

All worries and timidity are weakening!

Their bodies are full of power, and their oceans of consciousness are filled with the desire to kill!

The originally tired and angry troops quickly transformed into monsters that knew no pain and despair.

One or two, ten or a hundred, up to more than a million War Alliance disciples!

All the War Demon disciples were affected. When millions of people collectively shouted and their blood boiled, the scene and the momentum erupted with unimaginable power, and it was enough to affect the overall situation.

At this moment, the overall defensive offensive in the eastern part of the Alliance quickly rose to a new level, and with constant persistence, it tenaciously and violently withstood the intensifying offensive of the Pangu tribe. In the decadent situation of the entire Alliance, what can be done

It's an absolute miracle to see these.

If the sound of drums and ghost whispers did not attract the attention of the Pangu tribe, the changes in the war alliance aroused the close attention of the Pangu tribe's war troops and the rear military academy.

Too strong, too abrupt.

This bloody and fiery heat is completely unreasonable.

In many areas, the Pangu clan assault teams that were attacking were caught off guard and were instantly submerged in the wave of alliances.

and……

Gradually, the fierce and manic momentum increased instead of decreasing, becoming more and more terrifying. The more than one million troops of the Alliance were shouting, roaring, roaring, venting their full blood, ferocious, crazy, and eager.

The taste of blood.

It's like infused with magic!

They seemed to be no longer satisfied with defense, and many troops went crazy and attacked the Pangu troops.

And then……

Something even scarier and scarier happened.

The corpses that had fallen in the ruins and the corpses that had fallen in the pool of blood, whether they were from the War Alliance or the Pangu tribe, unexpectedly... stood up one after another amidst the struggle and twisting.

The strange situation not only alarmed the distant spectators, but also frightened the attacking Pangu team.

The direction of the war alliance was not affected much because of confusion and constant killing.

"That's...that's..." The elders of the Pangu Tribe's military affairs department were completely confused. Looking at the corpses standing up one after another from a distance, looking at their red eyes, everyone felt a chill.

From the soles of the feet straight to the forehead.

One or two, one hundred or two hundred, one thousand or two thousand, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, nearly one million...

Excluding the completely destroyed corpses, excluding some of the fallen superpowers, most of the corpses who died in the battle were 'resurrected'. Of the more than 1.7 million people who died in the battle in six days and six nights, there were actually 800,000 or 900,000 people.

Wan stood up.

They climbed up in different battle circles in different areas, their eyes turned red, they twisted their necks in an exaggerated way, and moved their bodies.

And then……

"Ouch!!" Nearly a million corpses suddenly burst out, raised their arms to the sky, and roared wildly. The voice was hoarse and low, like a cry from the depths of hell, with cruelty and bloody corpse aura.

The scene was shocking to the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers.

Roaring and trembling with heavy rain and wind and thunder.

"Hiss." In the Emperor's Palace, Xu Pojun and others turned their heads in shock, staring blankly at the ghost monk in the surging ghost energy, watching him hit the drumsticks one after another.

Niya performed a great sacrificial ceremony and knelt down outside the Emperor's Palace. She was kneeling before the corpse of the 'resurrected' Alliance Alliance outside.

The strength of the scalp drum is very terrifying, but the ghost monk has not yet reached the level of complete control. Naturally, he cannot choose who to resurrect or 'omit', nor can he determine how many people can be resurrected with the power of the ghost monk. Therefore, Niya is very clear about Tang Yan's concerns.

, once the scalp drum beats, many brothers and sisters of the Alliance who died in the battle will stand up again.

Including, Little Golden Monkey, Yin Xiyue, etc...

This approach is not only extreme, but also desecrates the bodies of brothers and sisters who died in the war alliance.

This was also Tang Yan's biggest worry when he handed over the ghost monk's secret to Niya before leaving.

Niya responded to Tang Yan's concerns by kneeling down at this moment.

She had been strong all her life, kneeling to the sky and to her parents, but she would never kneel to anyone else. Today, during this war-torn period, on the occasion of the mourning of the dead, she took the place of Tang Yan, knelt down to the dead and begged for forgiveness.

"Can anyone tell me what happened??"

At the rear of the Pangu tribe, the elder of the Military Academy roared and asked, sensing a strong crisis.

No one could answer, but Endless Corpses gave him the most direct answer.

Click! Click! Boom!!

Nearly a million corpses turned over collectively, heading towards the direction of the Pangu clan, and rushed forward violently. They had no weapons, no martial arts, no emotions, no pain, and some were still jumping on one leg.

They were like cruel beasts, charging towards the Pangu clan's team in a rampage.

The most critical factor is that there are a large number of Pangu corpses inside, which are the former comrades of the two million Pangu troops.

At the time of the drastic changes, the wind and thunder exploded again, matching the sudden burst of blood and killing in the direction of the alliance.

At this point, the eastern battlefield that had been defended for seven days suddenly showed a trend of major counterattack.

Scalp drum, the spawn of hell!!

Different from the shabby old scalp drum that the Eldar took away, this one is a brand new scalp drum reborn in hell, its power can be imagined!

The ghost monk's realm is limited and cannot activate the strongest power of the scalp drum, nor can it affect the semi-saint and holy battlefields. However, with the power of a large amount of hell fire left by Tang Yan, it can still forcefully activate nearly a million corpses.

, and even affected the teams of the Alliance.

Although it is far less than the two million that Tang Yan expected, this is just the beginning. Once the scalp drum beats, disasters will follow one after another. This terrifying ghost weapon bred from the hell world will truly unleash its power.

.

"Everyone in the alliance is listening to the order, the time to counterattack is coming! Kill!" Niya stood up and returned to the battlefield. With a cry, she awakened the absent-minded high-level battlefield, and also inspired a wave of counterattack from the high-level officials of the Emperor's Palace and the Beast Spirit Palace.

"Haha, kill, it's time to counterattack."

"God bless the alliance!!"

"Use the corpses of our enemies to pave the way for the rise of our alliance!"

"Revenge!! Revenge for the dead brothers!!"

They didn't know exactly what was going on, but it was in a good direction, so the eastern battlefield of the Alliance was boiling again.

This drastic change lasted for nearly an hour, causing the Pangu troops who were caught off guard to pay huge casualties.

They don’t know the situation, let alone whether these ‘corpse’ are dead or alive.

How could they kill their comrades and the same race if they have emotions?

It was this hesitation, it was this intolerance that combined with the bloody killings that broke out from the Alliance, causing nearly 300,000 casualties.

The millions of corpse troops were like countless sharp swords. They used their unique method to break through the "joint formation" of the Pangu tribe's offensive phalanx, cutting the complete Pangu tribe's team into pieces.

The scariest thing is...

Many of the more than 300,000 fallen corpses of the Pangu clan stood up again, turned around and rushed towards their own team.

This situation clearly declares to both the enemy and ourselves—one dies, one lives, one hundred dies, one hundred lives.

The more you kill, the more you live.

This strange situation drove the Pangu tribe almost crazy, and even made the Alliance members excited and excited.

The entire battlefield was in complete chaos. It was no longer an attack by the Pangu clan, but a quagmire where the Pangu clan struggled. Facing their "resurrected" comrades from the clan, they could hardly make a move, or they would always hesitate.

And their retreat and hesitation equals to giving more opportunities to the Alliance.

At this point, the power of the scalp drum affected the entire battlefield, turning the battlefield situation around, alarming both the enemy and ourselves, and even dumbfounding the forces watching the battle from afar.

Xu Pojun witnessed such a "grand occasion" with his own eyes, and his surprise and shock were indescribable.

"It's so scary!" Nalan Yanran covered her mouth in surprise, watching in disbelief as the living warriors on the battlefield in the distance fell down one by one and then got up one after another into corpses.

That situation is simply heart-wrenching.

"Is this left by Tang Yan?" Watcher No. 5 looked strange. He had seen this ghostly black monk before, but he had never seen such a terrifying power.

"Black Monk! Your strength is limited, let me help??"

Xu Pojun risked his life and hurried back to the inner hall to replace the ghost monk in playing the drum.

With such a heaven-defying magic weapon, what kind of battles are there to be directed? What kind of battlefields are there to be controlled?

The Alliance really has hope of victory!

The ghost monk slowly raised his face covered with black lines: "Except me and the Underworld Lord, any living being who uses the scalp drum will lose his energy and blood, his lifespan, and his blood vessels. The price will be heavy. You, please

try??"

Xu Pojun was stunned for a while, so cruel?

The ghost monk slowly beat the scalp drum with his right hand and continued to control the corpses on the battlefield, while his left hand slowly moved to his left rib.

Before Xu Pojun could prepare, he cracked two of his own ribs.

Bloody and cruel, it made Watcher No. 5 frown.

The ghost monk held up two ribs and placed them in front of Xu Pojun: "Here."

The ribs were pale and stained with flesh and blood, which was shocking and made Nalan Yanran's scalp tingle as she followed.

"Okay!!" Xu Pojun gritted his teeth, took the two ribs, and sat down resolutely.

"General!!" Watcher Five exclaimed.

"What are you afraid of?! The war alliance is defeated, and we all have to die! What's wrong with losing some energy and blood? What's wrong with losing some longevity? What's wrong with losing blood? I, Xu Pojun, am still afraid of this all my life?" Xu Pojun

With a tough look on his face, he clenched his ribs, pumped up his pride and blood, stirred up his madness and power, and hit the scalp drum without hesitation.

He has always been a man of war and strength, so how can he be afraid of danger and confusion?


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