"Kill the evil god and save Shuangyue!"

On the side of the noble coalition, dozens of extremely strong Hulk warriors came out, raised big hammers more than three meters long and yelled.

In the propaganda of the noble coalition, the old king has become the incarnation of the evil god in the world.

He is a monster who wants to destroy the whole world.

Most of the Hulks who are soldiers cannot read a single word, and all their lives they have been exposed to are the stewards of the nobles and the nobles themselves.

In their eyes, whatever the noble lord says must be what it is.

They don't need to think, they just need to obey.

Moreover, as the nobles started to use propaganda.

These Hulk warriors all attributed all their misfortunes in this life to the old king.

It seems that as long as they win this battle and kill the old king, they can happily return to their hometown, get married, have children and have enough to eat.

"Not bad, morale is available!"

"This battle must be won!"

The masked man hid in a tank and nodded slightly.

Beside him, several border nobles raised their heads proudly.

Accompanied by the long and desolate horn blowing all around.

The noble coalition troops roared and launched a full-scale charge.

Um……

Speaking of which, no nobles ordered the attack, and the nominal commander of the coalition forces, a highly respected old earl, actually had no command authority.

Naturally, there are no orders.

But that's not important. It's always right to charge forward anyway.

After all, the Hulks are never afraid of war! Don’t stop, just be reckless has always been their fighting style.

It is through this style that they occupy the best land on the Double Moon planet.

On the royal family's side.

The old king did not play the trick of getting angry all at once and then getting discouraged.

Regarding the organization and officer and soldier system of the Hulk civilization.

Fight and retreat at the same time, or fake defeat and fight again.

None of them exist.

After all, faking defeat is a technical skill. Let alone the double-moon planet, it is the ancient water blue star. Don't look at the novels where they often fake defeats to lure the enemy deeper.

In reality, once the forward loses, it is truly defeated.

Even if you agree in advance, no one in the rear army will care whether you are really defeated or fake. They can even scream because of a strong wind.

Then came the great chaos caused by the overwhelming defeat.

In fact, before the emergence of the modern military system, when being chased, you could also reorganize your army to fight back in a rapid retreat.

They are all worthy of being regarded as world-class generals!

In other words, if it is not the appeal and appeal of a first-class general, how could it be possible in ancient times when there were not enough non-commissioned officers?

"Kill all these rebels!"

"For the Supreme Being!"

The old king roared, pulled out a dagger made of bronze, and then rushed to the front with a large shield raised.

The old king had no command and no need to command. The royal family was also rushing forward in a swarm.

The archangel looked bewildered.

I secretly sighed that it was indeed the fighting style of the barbarians, primitive, brutal and direct.

The Archangel lowered his height, just when the old king was about to collide with the big Hulk on the front line.

The archangel's entire spiritual body submerged into the old king's body with a swish.

At this moment, the old king felt that his whole body was wrapped in an invisible layer of hot springs.

At the same time, a gentle male-female voice came to my ears:

"The Supreme Being is watching you."

"The divine power will make you invincible!"

boom!

"For the Supreme Being!"

The old king was bent over by the archangel.

With his strength soaring, he shouted the name of God, raised his big shield and collided with the opponent.

At this moment, the three-meter-tall Hulk opposite him flew backwards with a look of disbelief on his face. After hitting several of his companions, he fell to the ground, feeling dizzy for a while.

Boom, boom boom boom!

The old king laughed loudly, and charged into the enemy's formation brandishing his shield and dagger.

Although the dagger was sharp, it quickly broke and turned into a short stick.

The old king simply threw away the bronze dagger and snatched the sledgehammer from the hand of a big green giant.

This three-meter-tall hammer uses a solid obsidian for the hammer head.

Given enough weight, a stone hammer is much easier to use than a bronze weapon.

After the old king took hold of the hammer, he struck more powerfully.

With one strike of the hammer, the enemy's bones will deform, fly upside down or fly high, becoming the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

The nobles on the chariot stared wide-eyed at the old king who was killing everyone, and their outlook on life was collapsing.

An old count looked ahead and suddenly whispered:

"Look, it's my Baron, the strongest warrior in our Western Region!"

"His mount, the one-horned bull, is so powerful that it can even knock over a chariot!"

The words just fell.

The nobles saw the Hulk Warrior, who looked like a gorilla, being smashed to the ground by the old king with a hammer, including the man and the unicorn, and then he could not get up again.

"That's a red-haired troll! It can tear apart a saw-toothed elephant alive!"

"The secret weapon that the Grand Duke of the North managed to tame with great difficulty!"

The old count's sunshine brightened immediately after it dimmed.

But he saw a gorgeous chariot approaching the old king. Next to the chariot, wrinkled was a five-meter-tall troll with red hair and blue skin.

The troll is humanoid, with hands, feet and eyes.

They are much taller and stronger than the Hulk.

It's just that they have low intelligence and usually live in twos and threes, so no civilization has been born.

Is it enough of a threat to the Hulk clan?

But in terms of individual combat power, newly born trolls are much stronger than the warriors of the Hulk tribe.

"Roar!"

The red-haired troll heard his master's order and rushed towards the old king.

Boom, boom, the footsteps hit the ground with a dull and loud sound.

It caused a murmur from all around.

They retreated unconsciously and gave way to the battlefield.

Even the warriors on the royal side were looking forward to seeing a fierce battle and seeing the old king defeat the red-haired troll after all the hard work.

The old king looked at the red-haired troll, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

The archangel sighed secretly and suddenly said to the old king:

"Supernatural power is not wasted like this."

"You don't understand, leave it to me."

"OK……?"

When the old king heard this, he was shocked and unconsciously nodded in agreement.

Suddenly!

The old king's eyes burned with golden flames.
To be continued...