Defiant Martial God Chapter 9: Fighting the underground city

"Hoohoo...!"

The sky is screaming, and the shadow of the arrow is in the sky.

"No---Brother save me, I don’t want to die!"

Someone screamed for help from the grey-great man who ran out of the way, but their elder brother ignored them.

"Ah, ah..." The screaming sounded one after another. A sharp arrow penetrated their bodies. At the instantaneous speed, all but the lead transmigration master were shot into hedgehogs.

The arrows are poisonous, and the arrows begin to corrode after they hit their bodies. Immediately afterwards, a trace of strange black smoke erupted from the bodies.

In front, the leading Transmigration Master ran the fastest. While he ran, he danced the sword in his hands tightly, and covered him all over, smashing countless arrows shot at him.

It seems that the arrows will escape from the attack range. However, the sky is dark again, and more dense and crazy arrows are coming over the sky. This time it is specifically aimed at him, and the speed is faster than before.

"No-!"

He used his speed to the extreme. In order to make it faster, he even slowed down the movement of the dancing knife a bit, and used his speed to the full.

However, he is fast, and the arrow is faster than him. In his desperate roar, the dense arrows engulfed the area within 100 meters around him.

The distance of one hundred meters is a blink of an eye for him, but at this moment, this distance makes him feel out of reach.

The dead arrow fell, he had to stop and dance wildly with a big sword, and smashed a sharp arrow, but unfortunately, there were too many sharp arrows, as a stabbed into his shoulder, let him His movements were a little slow, and in an instant, countless arrows pounced. Then he also followed in the footsteps of those in front and turned into a hedgehog full of arrows, with a strange black smoke coming out of him.

After more than a dozen people were shot, out of the dense fog of the forbidden area came out more than two dozen short-skinned men in armor and swords.

A dozen or so little soldiers walked beside the bodies, chattering in their mouths, and then in groups of two, they dragged all the dozens of bodies on the ground into the valley of the forbidden land.

In the valley, it is another world than usual.

In the past, it was full of roaring and roaring poisonous mist, but at this moment, except for which area of ​​the valley mouth is still tumbling, the mist is bright inside. All the poisonous mist seems to dissipate without a trace overnight. , Only a little faint black mist was still floating in the air, drifting away towards the distance.

Here, it has been replaced by another stunning scene.

The flag is like a rainbow covering the sun and the moon, and the sword is like the forest. Battle robe hunting, silver and silver armor. The dust was billowing and the cry was loud.

"Tiger Tiger Tiger...!"

......

This is an army, a huge army of hundreds of thousands. No one would think that such a huge army would appear in this forbidden land.

The sergeants have thin, long ears and short stature. They come from the dungeon.

There are infantry and cavalry.

Those who are short in stature, but ride on tall monsters, appear quite powerful and scary, and give a visually powerful and powerful impact.

In front of these hundreds of thousands of troops, a high platform was temporarily built with an altar above it. An old man with a disheveled hair, the same short stature, a little ricket on his back, stood on the altar. His old hand held a skeleton scepter shimmering with green light above his head, and the soldiers watched the raised scepter scream from the mountain and the tsunami, and their eyes burst into fanatic light.

Under the altar, the three men kneeled down reverently, without knowing what they were talking about.

The old, hoarse voice of the old man on the altar shouted like a cry of ghosts, causing the soldiers below to burst into fanatical cheers.

The old man howled and stopped after a while, the scepter in his hand was slowly lowered, and the soldiers' cry stopped.

At this time, the following people carried up dozens of human bodies on the ground. It was the dozens of people who had just been shot by random arrows.

A dozen corpses appeared, and the scene became fanatical again. When dozens of heads were cut off and hung on the flagpole by the altar, the old man’s scepter was raised again, howling in his mouth. 'S hissing was sharper and harsher.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers rounded their arms, held up big swords and spears, and shouted loudly. In addition to fanaticism, there was also a fierce light of blood biting.

In the shouting of the sky, the old man's scepter pointed sharply in the direction of the valley. At the next moment, the vanguard of the army moved. The cavalry riding the tall monster first blasted through the thick black fog at the mouth of the valley. The wind-like speed rushed out of the valley mouth, rushed out of the Beast Mountain, and began their battle of conquest.

Looking at the mighty, warlike soldiers blasting out of the valley, the old man’s wrinkled face was full of excitement.

He excitedly looked at the direction of the army, and walked down the altar tremblingly.

The following three kneeling people saw the old man come down, hurriedly got up from the ground, and stepped forward carefully to help.

After the old man came down, he looked at the three people in front of him, and from the left to the right, the old voices called out their names one by one.

"Aesop, Uha, Lamuda."

"Dear Pharaoh, your devout servant is waiting for your decree." The three men put their fists in front of their chests and bent over ninety degrees, responding with a very devout voice.

"How many years have passed, I don’t know how many years of hardship and how many generations have been spent, and finally, today we can break that prohibition and curse and launch this great war of conquest against the inferior humans on the ground, From then on, no matter above or below the ground, we are the real masters of this land." The old man burst out loud characters from his mouth excitedly.

"Pharaoh is brilliant." The three chanted in unison.

"Hah, there is also your credit." The old man laughed, "This expedition is a historic moment. For those of us in the dungeon, it is an epoch-making moment. Me, you, and these great soldiers We will remember the history books forever, and they will be known throughout the ages."

"Pharaoh is wise." The three continued to chant.

"Okay, don’t sing praises to me, today’s protagonist is you." The old man looked serious, "Aesop, Wuha, Lamuda, this expedition is dominated by your three forces, you must be sincere Solidarity, this expedition can only succeed and not fail."

"Respect the Pharaoh's Law." The three replied with a rush.

"Very good." The old man nodded with satisfaction, his eyes fell on a short man about fifty, "Aesop, which city is the closest to us?"

The man named Aesop hurried forward and bowed deeply, sincerely and sincerely: "Dear Pharaoh~IndoMTL.com~ The nearest city is Lausanne. We expect that our army will arrive tomorrow morning There."

"Okay." The old man even said three "good" words. In the shrivelled eyes, the dark pupil exuded a sharp light. "Passing the law, we must take the city of Lausanne before noon tomorrow morning. .After entering the city, slaughter the city and kill all the inferior human beings. We are the masters of this world."

"Yes."

The three of them responded hurriedly, and the order was quickly transmitted.

"Okay, you can go, go back to where you should go and lead your sergeants."

"Respect the purpose of the law."

Several people bowed and retreated, but when he left, the man named Aesop remembered something, hurriedly stopped, and said respectfully to the old man: "Pharaoh, what to do with the 100,000 **** soldiers in the cave ?"

As soon as this question was raised, several people here reacted and almost forgot this force.

"That's the magic soldier left by the inferior human ancestors on the ground. It's useless to us, I suggest, all destroyed." A dark-faced man suggested that his name was Wuha.

"I agree." The man next to him who was fat enough to echo a sphere, his name was Lamuda.

"It's a pity that one hundred thousand **** soldiers are so ruined." Aesop showed an expression of regret.

"No, no, no..." The old man vetoed again and again, "That's a gift from heaven that can't be destroyed. Believe it, it won't take long for Ben Pharaoh to find a way to control them and let them become us God's soldiers, help me conquer the whole continent."

"Pharaoh is wise and wise." The three men once again sang in unison. Pharaoh's words were God's will, and they dared not have any doubts and objections.

However, they did not expect that the one hundred thousand magic soldiers left between this thought finally became their nightmare.