Chapter 683: Diary (below)

It was at this moment that the Oaks began to suffer trauma, and it was at this moment that I began to witness tragic casualties.
The mysterious black army released their evil spirits, the toxins in their blood.
The violent current leaped on the scepter and fingertips, and the filthy glare of the void and evil light rushed out of the eyes and palms, and the guards rushing to the front were torn into pieces by their combat magic and thrown into the air, Twisted or burned.
There are also some scorching fire pillars that are solidified into light smoke in the pain, the enemy's weapons are filled with the power of witchcraft, and the fire smoke and the evil light are thinned out, and the cursed soldiers then burst into the attacking line of Ouk.
A large number of lives broke apart like corn under a sickle.
Some lives are not only cut off, they are completely burnt to ashes, so that those soldiers' old lives no longer exist and are forgotten.
Some guards have no remains, only a pool of blood or unrecognizable remnants, some are divided into five corpses by invisible ghosts and gaseous evil spirits, and some are turned into chaotic bones and burnt black armor.
A guard who I am most familiar with was buried here, and he was opened by a sorcerer between his palms.
I also saw a guy who loves drinking drink split in half by an invisible giant blade, and his blood was suddenly ejected from the body like a liquid pouring out of a compressed container.
There was also the charred charcoal trapped in the armor, the blood was drained, and the eyes were blind, crushed into meat patties, and twisted into a mass of inhuman debris...
Too much, too much!
I felt filled with righteous indignation. The Sky Temple taught us to stay away from the temptation of Hanan’s evil forces. It is a poison that harms others and harms ourselves. It can only be used instead of sinking. The Benedict Empire uses such power with no scruples.
But I also felt fear because I did not believe that I could survive, let alone win.
Even though the guards are furious and their fighting skills are outstanding, they may still be wiped out by the whole army, which proves that Broca's mysterious army is a combination of monsters and wizards.
I made the mistake that the recorder should not make.
I stopped observing, and I looked away, unwilling to witness the destruction of this team of guards, and wanted to stay away from this place.
So I missed the victory.
I didn't immediately find the mad wizards of Ock who poured into the battlefield from the ruins of the ruins. Their eyes were bright and dazzling, and their weapons spewed pulsating beams.
The madness of the mad wizard swept across the fronts of the two sides, and the poisonous cloud of the evil spirits immediately disappeared, like the mist in front of the night wind.
The evil warlocks suddenly opened their mouths while casting evil spells, and the chanting of evil in their mouths stopped abruptly.
I saw them stagger back, hands clasped their throats, unable to scratch the helmet neck seal.
I saw blood flowing from their helmets, and scarlet, sticky blood oozing from the gaps in their armor. I saw the hands of the wizard suddenly spasm and froze, like crippled claws.
This terrible shock caught the mysterious legion by surprise, and the mad wizards followed.
They rushed to the enemy through the scattered front and began to kill with a metal stick in their hands.
Their raids are intertwined with madness and stupidity. Every hack, stabbing and turning show their inferior fighting skills, and that source of power is a heartless fanaticism, an indulgence of destruction and killing.
But this awkward attack still caused terrible damage. The metal rods smashed into the helmet, smashing their heads together, and the green lightning and whirlwind jumped in the crowd, scorching a flesh in their armor.
The guards also tried their best.
After the powerful offensive witchcraft dissipated, they immediately fought side by side with the mad wizard without showing any weakness.
This war has returned to the physical level, it is still a fierce shock, rumbling shock, splashing blood and fiery explosion.
The remaining lawn was dyed scarlet, and a thick blood mist fluttered in the air.
The overweight guards then appeared with the mad wizard. Their silver armor shone in the vortex of fierce battle. After leaving the ordinary position of the ordinary and embarking on the battlefield, they were as unstoppable as the ordinary guards. The edge blade craves blood-
They pressed hard, and the enemy kept retreating towards the grand squares and buildings of Broca.
A meteor shower-like rocket crashed across the dirty sky, and the light was terrible-I am not saying that the light is too weak, I am saying that the daylight has deteriorated like fresh meat.
The earth has been ravaged and broken.
Most of the streets are already indistinguishable from traces. There are only one rubble left in the buildings and monuments everywhere. The black gravel and debris are crisscrossed throughout the city, some are stacked into steep ridges, and some are bombarded by giant artillery into deep pits. .
The corpse was horizontal, the craters and gullies were filled with blood, and the scarlet gurgling water rushed between the broken pipes and the collapsed buildings.
The murky debris scattered all around, this is the only trace of those dead souls.
In each assault stage, I have to climb a newly emerged hill~EbookFREE.me~The steep composed of gravel is covered with dust, it is difficult to settle down, the air is filled with violent energy, flying bullets and Howling Rocket.
The fine debris swayed all the time, making the downpour heavy and greasy. It was the pond that had been wiped out by the bombing and fell back into this broken land.
The war machinery covered with smoke and water marks roared through the rubble and spit out death without stopping. The heavy artillery slammed back into the base every time it fired ammunition. Gram's roar.
Crowds of cavalry are like flying birds returning home.
I followed behind this team of guards and climbed a wreck ridge. I tried my best to catch up with their rapid pace.
When we reached the top of the hill, a magnificent clock tower just to the west just started to collapse. The blazing glow of light suddenly expanded and expanded, gradually engulfing the magnificent building in the arms of colorful glory.
Oak's howling voice echoed again in the air.
That voice overshadowed the roar of the battlefield, and even overshadowed the collapse of buildings, and completely flooded the city that was about to burn down.
It was both sharp and howling.
Future readers, I may just be an outsider, but I want to tell you that that is the most chilling voice in the whole world.
It was the original roar accompanied by death. Anyone who has heard it will not forget it, and few people have survived.
It shows the coming of destruction, it shows that it is too late to negotiate and surrender, it is the terrible sound of the life-breaker, let the blood freeze and melt the will.
To be honest, even the elite black legion as an empire can fight this fear, but I believe they will still feel panic after hearing this voice.
They frighten me, they will frighten everyone.