Chapter 1972: Landing city

The transmission channel suspended above the Black Desert is like a black hole in the sky, which looks shocking.
The black gas condenses together, resembling a huge tentacle, dancing on the edge of the black hole.
A huge object, a corner from the black hole, is just this corner, but comparable to a giant mountain.
When you look closely at this object, you will find that its material resembles bronze, and the details are exquisite and terrifying.
Even in the square inch, there are still layers of runes, and there is no waste in a single space.
If you have a master who is good at rune, you will recognize it at a glance. This is the top rune.
A glimpse of the whole leopard, by this corner alone, you know how terrible the defensive intensity of the entire object.
At the same time as the object appeared, the transmission channel also violently trembled, and the surrounding space was broken, as if the entire sky had collapsed.
The constantly rising Mozu saw this scene, and raised a horrible fear from the bottom of their hearts. They had a hunch that there was a hunch. When the object completely entered the devil plane, it meant the end of the day.
"Block it and say nothing to get it into the world!"
There was a roar in the void, and I didn't know who the master was, but it must not be an ordinary demon.
Only after this roar, the servants who were already timid and fearful immediately became red-eyed, and it seemed that there was only a desire to kill.
Like a wild beast that is out of control, the mouth screams and screams, and the tide generally flows toward the transmission channel.
At the moment of approaching the transmission channel, these demons quickly turned into fly ash, but even so, there are still countless Mozus coming and going.
At the moment, they are flesh and blood, and they don’t know what death is. Under the control of an invisible hand, they are launching a suicide attack on the transmission.
The demon who commands all this does not care how much casualties will be paid, as long as the transmission channel can be destroyed.
Just as these grounds launched attacks, the flying servants in the sky, as well as the demons who always commanded the war in the rear, also flocked to the transmission channel.
Whether it is the sky or the ground, there are densely packed figures everywhere, and numerous attacks such as landslides and tsunami slammed into the transmission channel.
When the building appeared, it meant that the invasion war was really hot.
If you can't destroy the transmission channel and prevent the building from entering the demonic plane, the consequences will be unimaginable!
Just as countless Mozus were manipulated as shackles and launched a suicide attack, a sudden figure flew out of the transmission channel.
They are all giant beasts like mountains and peaks, with shiny scales all over them, with a and ferocious atmosphere.
At the moment of rushing out of the transmission channel, these giant beasts raised their heads, and a large group of mist-like grease was sprayed from the mouth, falling on the crazy people who came in.
These oils are burning in the wind and have quite terrible heat. Even thick metal armor melts into molten iron in the blink of an eye.
The demon who was wrapped in flames was miserable, and instantly became ashes, and the air was also floating in an indescribable smell.
When the fire-breathing beast completely rushed out of the transmission channel, the surrounding Mozu discovered that it was standing on the broad back of the behemoth and standing with a tall figure.
These figures were wearing heavy armor and carrying swords and spears, and they were looking at the ground with indifference.
When the eyes of the two sides touched, the devils had a glimpse of their hearts, and their legs could not help but tremble.
Only after experiencing countless killings and witnessing the extinction of countless souls will this terrible indifference be seen.
A look at it will make people feel badly hurt and become a nightmare in their hearts.
Countless Mozus were shocked by the atmosphere of the Loucheng monks, and they were in a state of sorrow for a time, and they could not move in place.
However, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of giant beasts have appeared in the sky. They rushed into the camp of the Flying Mozu, and countless bodies fell like raindrops.
The Loucheng monks standing on the back of the behemoths also leaped from the heights at the moment, and then dragged an energy stream, like a cannonball, falling into the camp of the Mozu.
The deafening bangs continued to come, and the position of each building city monk landed, there was no living in a few tens of meters, and all the demons were shattered into flesh by the violent shock wave.
Without any superfluous words, these monks in the city are like tigers entering the flock, waving their swords and slaughtering them.
Compared with those who only know how to use light energy and rely more on instinct to fight, these monks who have gone through countless kills and walked out of the blood of the corpse are even more terrible than killing God.
In the process of fighting, there is no one Mozu is their opponent, the sharp sword is waving and cutting, and the coming Mozu falls down.
In the black tide, as if the waves of raindrops are constantly appearing, they are smoothed by the enemies that followed.
In the process of the emergence and disappearance of this wave, it is not known how many Mozus have been killed and become the souls of the Loucheng monks.
At this time, the center of the Black Desert has been covered by thick flesh and blood. No matter the Mozu or the foot of the Loucheng monk, there are layers of corpses.
Centered on the transmission channel, the surrounding area became a huge corpse wall, and the Mozu could not cross one.
The low-lying area of ​​the desert has already accumulated countless blood and water, and even formed a meandering river, which is slowly flowing towards the distance.
Ten thousand years ago, the Terran and the Devils competed for the hegemony. There was a great battle here. As a result, the devil won a great victory. Countless Terran monks were killed here, and the skeleton was buried under the black gauze.
After the same place in 10,000 years, the Mozu was invaded by the invading masters of the city and became bloody. There was no power to fight back.
This may be their retribution. After ten thousand years have passed, it has already consumed all the gas of the Mozu, and the world has reached the time of re-leading.
The appearance of giant beasts and floor monks greatly eased the pressure on the transmission channel, and in this process, the area of ​​the black hole expanded again.
The mysterious object is moving forward, and more and more parts are slowly appearing in front of the indigenous people.
It turned out that this is a giant ship that can only be described as horrible. The first part that appeared just now is just the corner of the ship.
With the appearance of the bow, the devils in the air were horrified to find that there were countless Loucheng monks standing on the deck of the giant ship.
They wore uniform armor and formed a square array, like a statue of gold stone, standing still in motion.
The terrible breath emanating from them, picking out a monk at will, has the same strength as the Lord.
This is a group of monks composed of king-level monks. At the moment they saw them, the demons finally realized how big the gap between themselves and the monks in the city.
A monk with the same strength as himself is only a member of this huge army. He may not even be able to beat a floor monk. How can he face this horrible monk army?
Fear rises from the heart, and then becomes uncontrollable. These originally imposing demons are now scared and shivering.
Seeing that the battleship was entering the devil plane at a terrible speed, the devils still dared to hesitate, they left their own servants to accept, and did not hesitate to turn and flee.
I am afraid that if I take a step back, I will be like the servants. Become entangled, regardless of each other's body.
Just as these demons turned and fled, on the deck of the giant ship, the unrestrained masters of the city were in a command, while raising their guns and investing in all directions.
Countless guns wrapped in terrible power, like black clouds across the sky, falling in the camp of the demons.
The screams of one after another, resounding in the Black Desert, the Loucheng monks are just a round of attacks, let the Mozu die and hurt more than half!