Chapter 357: Extinct

"puff!"
A young man from a big family was pierced directly by a long knife in a Chinese dress, and his entire body was almost cut into two pieces until he died. He still couldn't believe that he didn't die in the animal tide. In the middle, he died in the hands of his own kind.
"Master!"
The protector beside this young man let out a screaming scream, he was careless for a moment, just fighting with the beast, never thought that the young man like his own child would die like this.
It was not the army of mutant beasts who shot, but some humans who had been completely frightened. At this moment, they knew they had no hope of surviving, and finally played their role as Ailuo expected, began to kill frantically, spread the panic, and exploded the darkness of human nature.
In the escape, since the first killing has already started, there will naturally be a second and a third time...
The fighting spirit in a bearded mercenary was aroused to the extreme. After avoiding the predation of the beasts behind him, his eyes were flushed and his face was grim, he killed his fellow clan in front of him with a single knife.
"Don't get in my way!"
He was crazy, his selfish and dark human nature broke out, and he directly killed all the people of the same race who stood in the way along the road, so that he could escape more quickly.
The entire First City of Steel has been in chaos, and the decline is irreversible. Many strong men who hoped to save the defeat once again gave up when they saw it. They also began to flee, no longer resisting this boundless tide of beasts.
The last resister had given up, and the first city of steel was directly overwhelmed by the endless tide of beasts!
The entire city was turned into a harvesting ground for flesh and blood. Pieces of flesh and blood were as muddy as the mud after the rain, quickly spreading over the ground, covered with ballast, meat foam, muscles and bones, and broken corpses and organs.
What happened just now only served as an introduction, and it caused a mess in the whole city.
In the process of fleeing, there are more and more slaughter and betrayal of the same clan, even if the sea of ​​monsters recedes now, these people who kill the red eye can wipe themselves out!
"Well, I remember there was a saying,'The more people I meet, the more I like dogs'?"
Ai Luo and Lan Descartes stood on the head of the city, and all the sights in the city were in a panoramic view. The voice of the former was full of jokes and disdain for all humanoids in this world.
Lan Descartes also shrugged slightly: "This is nature, there is no way to change it."
"Yes, although it cannot be denied, there are still some people who will be exceptions, but most people are like this... hopelessly."
Ai Luo smiled, no longer looked down, but turned his gaze to the north.
"Speaking of which, Delan should have already arrived? The talent of the resurrected golden dragon seems to be very suitable for driving..."
Aside from mentioning Ailuo, now the whole city is turned into a Hell of Shura, where there are killings at all times, people are fighting, but they have lost most of their power, relying only on a small group of completely unorganized People can't stop the surging of the animal tide at all.
"what!"
Many people are screaming, their voices are stern, full of despair and nostalgia for life. The people in this city have been completely ruined, and now they fall to the ground like a stubble of wheat, quickly harvested by the tide of beasts.
There are beasts in all directions, endless wave of beasts, countless seas of beasts are devouring this city, like a behemoth that destroys the world, eating and destroying, everyone has no escape!
"I surrender! I surrender! Just ask the lord of the nuclear temple, spare my life!"
Finally, under the strong psychological pressure and endless massacre, these people could no longer hold it, and the protection in their hearts fell across the board.
They threw away their helmets and abandoned their armor, and bowed to the ground, with only fear in their eyes, and they felt the ultimate fear when they saw the sea of ​​monsters that filled the earth around them.
Tagavi City did not surrender, so all the people died. They naturally heard about this and didn't want to be the second Tagavi City, so now they plan to surrender in order to survive.
Unfortunately, their wish fell through. These monsters did not give up killing, they continued to devour them, slaughtering these people quickly, and fell in pieces.
"why……"
They couldn't figure it out, but Lan Descartes sneered.
The goal of this Warcraft army is no longer to conquer, but to bring blood, death and destruction!
After Ailuo conquered the Nuclear Temple and the Northern Kingdom, now there is no need for slaves. All he needs is to gain his fame and kill with boundless killings to create the Tokamak faction's invincible momentum to return to the world!
Don't think this is so and cruel, in fact, in the eyes of the gods, such behavior is nothing.
Ailuo knows some things between the gods, in order to fight for their own interests, even the gods of the light camp have done heinous things, not to mention the gods of the dark camp.
For example, in the early days of the glorious era, Ilnisis, the of light, dedicated to maintaining the rule of God and merciless to evil, once called on believers to launch a battle called "Divine Judgment" to divide the Western Continent by three. The dark races on one of the lands killed no one.
For another example, Cappadocia, the of justice, once gave the oracle with the acquiescence of the of light to order believers to eliminate the unbelievers.
There is also the eternal Rodmano, who has always advocated that there is no kind of education, and is lenient. In fact, he has also used almost brainwashing methods to interfere with the dark races of the Eastern Continent...
As for the God of Darkness, that is not to mention. During the War of the Gods, in order to weaken the strength of the bright camp, he even launched a curse and wiped out several races.
The essence of all gods is the same, that is, interests are above all else! Different camps are just because of inherent differences.
"I fought with you demons!"
In the silent killing, everyone finally burst into glory and lost their hope of life. They burst out with great power, wanting to bring the beasts to the funeral, but it was just a dream.
In the end, all the people in the city were slaughtered, leaving only an endless wave of black beasts. They all squatted on the ground, bowing their heads in the direction outside the city, as if to pay their greatest respect.
Because there, Ai Luo is wandering casually, walking among the corpses on the ground!
At the same time, the former place of the Northern Kingdom hundreds of miles away.
"The resentment of subjugation will not only entangle people, but also entangle things."
The King of the North, who was reborn as an eighteen-year-old boy, is standing silently on the wasteland, behind him are his subordinates who are still loyal to him. And in front of him is a sword.
"Northland King Sword... you really are still here."
Jinlong Ozevinia looked at the man in front of him quietly, without speaking.
Although it is not easy for her to activate the talent "Xue Yuan" to directly span hundreds of miles, but now her body is not a living body in the full sense, but a state between life and death. .
Loss of taste, no food, no body temperature, except for a better appearance, the body is no different from a zombie-this is the price to be paid for a new life.
However, the advantage is that the body will not feel tired.
She knows the name of this sword. When she was a real living being, she had seen Delan wearing it many times.
Mirage Winter City-Frostfang
The King of the North, Shuangya has experienced fourteen masters, and each of them is the King of the North. There are more than a thousand notches on its sword-each notch represents a battle.
The latest one was carved with dragon claws. Now only a small half remained faintly visible-the blade had been broken.
She knew that this northern king sword was buried in the underground of Winter City. It is said that when the northern part of the Western Continent has not turned into wasteland, people often see the mirage of Winter City-some are war scenes, some are wind and snow, and some people claim to see the besieged city of dragons.
Even now that everything was turned into wasteland, Delan could still sense the will on the sword.
Those scenes are all experienced by Shuangfang, it is not only a sword, but also "many people". In the mirage it constructs, it plays the role of civilians, soldiers, officials, and even invaders-they all existed for real.
This has been repeated for an unknown number of years.
No one knows what made such a weapon, when it fell to the ground, it seemed like a city was born out of nothing. And when it was held, it was full of snow and rumbling drums.
In the lonely illusion, busy residents, fighting soldiers, and the broken sword on the throne are all calling for a name.
"Delan Roja."
And further away from Derain, there was a paleness that did not match the yellow tone of the wasteland.
This is the other one Delan has found, a subordinate who has been lost for many years.
Its name is: March of the Dead-Snowstorm. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com
Snowstorms are a very common phenomenon in the Northland. Like the black storm in the desert, snowstorms are known as the white gods of death and have always been feared by business travelers passing through the Northland.
People in the North are not afraid of snowstorms. For them, snowstorms are more like a symbol of the North, representing their bravery.
The Snowstorm Legion is named after this.
In the Battle of the King City, the Snowstorm Legion was almost wiped out, but no one can say that they are useless. According to legend, the emperor of the Longyan Empire once sighed, "If we also have such an army, why do we need the help of the dragon clan."
The annihilation of the Snowstorm Legion has brought an incalculable number of souls. They all have the same obsession. Therefore, after hundreds of years of accumulation and the king’s summoning, Snowstorm has become a distorted collection of dead souls, which can be manipulated into There are thousands of bones and there is no fear of death. Only the death of the "snowstorm" can stop the ravages of the undead.
When Derain and his subordinates found the "snowstorm", even if more than 10,000 years have passed, the first and only emotion that this assembly can express is--
King, die for you.