Chapter 1944: last moment

"You will pay for your actions."
The 'Gudi' of the Master's Camp stared at Lin Beichen fiercely, and said, "In the organization, you are just a lowly role, how dare you pinch me and kill 'Assange', you …

Huh.
The sword light flashed.
'Guti''s head flew up.
Lin Beichen shattered his body directly, absorbed the cathode energy, refined it into 'Yin Dan', put it away, glanced at the other ten cathode ancestor monsters, and said, "Do you have anything else to say?"
If it is in the cathode universe, it is not easy for Lin Beichen to deal with these cathode ancestor monsters.
But in the prehistoric universe, with his terrifying power, which now increases when he eats, sleeps, and drinks, it is too easy to kill a few cathode ancestor monsters.
The cathode ancestor monsters gritted their teeth secretly and hated it to the extreme.
But no one resisted.
They could see that the new ancestor of this ancient tribe was a lunatic. He seemed to have a brain and a disease. He could do anything.
"Don't be afraid, speak out boldly. I am a very clear-headed person, and I will definitely consider everyone's opinions seriously and give simple and direct feedback on the spot."
Lin Beichen's smile is like a spring breeze.
But the ancestors of cathodes kept silent.
Who would believe a mentally retarded.
"Ugh."
Lin Beichen sighed and said, "Is there no one talking? It seems that everyone has a deep misunderstanding of me."
Pity.
I can't find an excuse to kill another one or two.
Lin Beichen became serious again and said: "Since everyone has reached an agreement in harmony, please join the army as soon as possible. Our goal is not only to eliminate Beichen rebels, but also to cause casualties as much as possible. The 10 billion imperial army is the best. All are consumed, but there is one thing to be careful not to destroy and pollute galaxies and planets... Because after thousands of years, we still need to harvest again."
Everyone in the Master's Camp agreed in silence.
Lin Beichen said: "I hope everyone can do what I say strictly, and don't bother me to clean up the disobedient garbage for the organization."
……
……
Dr. said.
Void gap.
The twenty-first hall is uncertain, hidden in nothingness.
Inside the hall.
There is a faint smell of blood.
The Eternal Furnace spewed eternal flames, driving the entire 21st Hall to 'escape', which could avoid the pursuit of the Imperial Army.
Although the beheading operation against the left wing army was a great success, it also suffered heavy losses. There are less than 5,000 doctors repairing in the main hall.
Among them are some seriously ill numbers.
Atmospheric games are depressing.
Everyone was silent.
They are all taking the time to regain their strength.
Crash.
There was a sound of flipping the book.
The chief priest Qin was no exception.
With long silver hair draped over her shoulders, she sat beside the Eternal Furnace, holding a book in her hand, flipping it gently.
For the monks of Doctor Dao ~EbookFREE.me~ is cultivation.
Read the book a hundred times and see its meaning.
The book has its own tower to the sky, and the book has its own road base.
Bai Zongyun is not a doctor, but he is patrolling around the main hall, and when he encounters a scholar who needs help, he will lend a helping hand.
Although the atmosphere was silent, it was not decadent.
The scholars who can stand firmly beside the chief priest Qin and choose to fight against the ancient tribes have already thought clearly, put life and death aside, have great perseverance and great wisdom, and will not turn against the tide because of this kind of thing.
But the difficulty of the situation is beyond everyone's imagination.
The most important thing is that you can't see the light.
The final result that can be met is only defeat.
pity.
Sigh.
The human race has a great foundation, but now it has to be replaced by the ancient tribe. It is really hateful.
"Fighting in battle, you are surrounded by divine armor, your ships are in the wrong mast, and you are short-handed. The flags cover the stars, and the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows fall, and the warriors compete for the first place..."
There was a sound of reading.
Is a girl scholar who looks only eighteen years old.
She broke an arm, and the blood stopped, but her arm could no longer be regenerated, her complexion was sallow, but her eyes were extremely firm, holding the book in one hand, her voice was crisp, like swords striking each other.
This voice suddenly aroused everyone's emotions.
Some people reconcile unknowingly.
More and more people joined in and sang poetry with the girl with the broken arm.
"You can't go in and out, you can't go back, and the Xinghe suddenly has a long way to go."
"Bringing a long sword and holding a divine bow, the head and body are far away and the heart is not punished."
"Sincerity is both brave and martial, and in the end is strong and unstoppable. When the body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute as a ghost..."
The sound of reading aloud resounded throughout the hall.
Priest Qin put down the book in his hand, looked at the doctors in front of him, and couldn't help but feel infinite emotion in his heart.
She is someone who has experienced war.
Whether it was the old battle of religious beliefs or the battle of the empire, she had witnessed and participated in it with her own eyes.
The essence of war is always killing and death.
But what it defends is different.
It is no exaggeration to say that such a situation has never happened before.
Even if they knew they were going to die, the scholars were still calm and generous, and the hall was filled with an atmosphere of dying.
They are not fighting for their own interests.
Instead, they fight for the survival of the race and for the succession of their beliefs.
The head priest Qin's gaze looked towards the gate of the twenty-first hall.
Eyes calm.
In this war, the news from Han Bubao has always been stable and firm. The information conveyed by the first military of the prehistoric universe has always only been three words
possible.
Priest Qin couldn't see where the hope was.
But she chose to believe.
Turn on the phone.
The person's avatar in WeChat remained still, and no new news came. It lay quietly in the friend list, as if it really didn't exist in this world.
Sudden--
Boom!
Boom.
The hall vibrated violently.
Priest Qin put away the book, stood up abruptly, and looked towards the main hall door.
With a faint gaze, he penetrated the wall of the hall, and saw three figures outside, which had already escaped into the void, and were bombarding the door of the hall at the same frequency as the twenty-first hall.
The enemy has come to the door.
A terrifying enemy.
Judging from the breath emanating from the other party, it is definitely close to the ancestors.
Master Qin, who has completely mastered the twenty-first hall, even vaguely felt that these three figures contained a more dangerous aura, as if they did not belong to this world.
"Enemy attack."
"Prepare to meet the enemy."
The scholars shouted.
The crowd gathered quickly, formed an array, and moved towards the gate, making preparations for the battle.
At this moment, a terrifying overcast wind whistled.
There seemed to be thousands of ghosts roaring outside the main hall.
Even across the wall of the temple of the ancestors, everyone can still clearly feel the icy cold, as if they suddenly came to the underworld, the atmosphere of despair, violence, anger, melancholy, hesitation, etc., instantly filled the air. the entire hall.
"No."
An old scholar with white hair said: "This is not the power of the prehistoric universe, it is similar to the aura of the underworld creatures recorded in the [Yaoshu]..."
Everyone was shocked.
The scholars who survived the war by chance are the elite of the elite. They have read a lot of books and have vast knowledge. Naturally, they know what 'underworld creatures' are.
"Are the ancients and the cathode creatures in harmony?"
"Eat inside and out."
"Forget your ancestors!"
Some of the scholars cursed in an aura.
Priest Qin glanced at Bai Wuyun beside him, and walked slowly to the front of the array. His flying silver hair was as crystal clear as snow silk, and he reproduced the 'fortune pen' in his hand.
"Everyone, the final moment has come."
She looked back at everyone, smiled calmly, and said, "It's my honor to fight side by side with you in this life... Lords, fight for the sake of the human race!"
The voice did not fall.
Boom!
The gate of the twenty-first hall was finally blasted open by that terrifying cathode force.
The gloomy wind howls.
The ghost laughed again and again.
The three figures rushed in with endless purple and green ghosts.