Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1829: The Devil Reappears

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The wind is choking.

Dense clouds are densely covered, and the light is dim. A tribal flag was blown by the wind, and the flag was stained with blood. The blood had condensed, and the flag was stained with dark squads. Suddenly the flag was blown by the wind, and it rolled and fluttered in the air with a desolate dance. The battle flag was finally hung by the tip of a corner, and then the flag was torn off with one hand. It glanced at the banner, then opened its mouth and spit out a flame. The flame touched the flag, the flag was lit, it was thrown away, and the flag was burned in flames. The fire light illuminates this strange beast, which is a horned demon, a flame suddenly rises between the two corners of the horned demon, and then rushes away, it leaps over a low mound. Standing on the hill overlooking, below is a vast battlefield.

At this moment, a bright light flashed in the sky, and the fangs of lightning pierced the clouds and landed on a distant hillside, immediately illuminating the battlefield. Countless figures appeared in the bright light, they were intertwined together, making a cry of killing. On this battlefield, the Burning Legion was approaching steadily, and the front of the ground composed of the Flamingo and the Flame Knight shrank the front, driving the natives on this planet to the foot of a volcano in the center of the battlefield.

In the sky, flying alien beasts formed an echelon to impact the aboriginal birds. These flying creatures are entangled together like a thick cloud. Every second there are corpses falling in the thick clouds, and blood pouring to the ground like clouds.

From time to time, a dazzling beam of light exploded on the earth, which was caused by the power and source of energy released by the strong. There is no shortage of strong people among the natives of the planet, but there are also kings in the Burning Legion, and the confrontation between the groups will always blow up the flames of various colors.

Looking from high above, around the volcano, tens of thousands of natives on the planet are resisting desperately. These aboriginals are aliens with beast heads. The weapons they use are very old. This shows from the side that the civilization of this planet is still in the primitive stage, but the origin of the aboriginals is that everyone is not weak. It is impossible to block an enemy ten times as many with this number of people.

But even so, the situation is quite unfavorable for the natives. If the strong as the mainstay of the battlefield is brought down, then the planet natives will usher in the end.

On the mountainside of the volcano, there is a man-made gap, where a huge space is dug out from the middle by using the natural rock wall. That is the holy temple where the aboriginal spirit is located. From the holy temple to the foot of the mountain, there is a mountain road hovering among the volcanoes. At this moment, an indigenous person with the head of a sheep is rushing to the holy temple. Along the mountain road, he flew into the holy temple. The hall of the holy temple was very dim, with only two fire pits illuminating the surroundings. In the dim light, someone walked out, a goat man with a beard almost growing to his feet. The alien looked pretty old, but his eyes were very bright.

"The Great Elder." The young native warrior knelt down, buried his head on the ground in front of the elder and said: "We can't hold it anymore. The great Kinotan asked me to tell me that he will die with the enemy, please elder Leave the temple immediately with the others, and Avis and I will **** the elders away."

"What about after leaving?" The elder sighed lightly, "Our land has been invaded by demons, and the people of the tribe have been killed. Where else can we escape? Unfortunately, we have nowhere to escape. If you are destined to die, then this is my only destination. I believe that other people think so too."

"But the elder..."

"Needless to say, neither I nor the others will leave, but you can send our guest away. He does not belong here and does not need to face death with us."

The elder elder walked toward the depths, where he sat cross-legged with his back to the elder, as if entering meditation. The great elder snapped his fingers, and that person gradually had a breath of life instead of just a dead thing as before.

He slowly opened his eyes, thinking about the new buds emerging from the mud, perceiving the surrounding environment, and then constantly feeding back information to his brain. He focused on the brazier in front, and then asked: "How many days have I been sitting?"

"Forty days, dear guest. But unfortunately, we can't entertain you anymore. The demons from the gates of **** have attacked here, and we are powerless to resist. Death will come to our entire tribe. Now, I You can only let the strongest warrior in the tribe **** you away." The Great Elder said solemnly.

He stood up. The man was wearing a cloak woven from animal skins and cloth, his face was hidden in his hat, and a few strands of silver hair dangled from the brim of the hat. He appeared extremely tall when he stood up, the fire shining on him, and the figure pulled out on the ground was so long, he covered the fire, and the entire holy temple seemed to be hidden in the shadows. He spoke in the native language of this planet. He had just learned it recently, so the pronunciation sounded a bit awkward, but the communication was not hindered: "It is rare that you are willing to give me the deed for me to read, so that I bypassed a lot. Problem. This helped me a lot. In return, I will expel these so-called demons for you."

Don't wait for the great elder to agree, he has already walked towards the exit. Only then did the great elder react, chasing after him and shouted: "Wait, there are too many demons, you can't get rid of them. This is the fate of my clan, you don't need to intervene, you should leave now."

He stopped and said, "No one has ever let me go if I want to stay. No one has ever dared to let me stay if I want to leave. No one can change what I have decided. . You can’t, no one can. So all you have to do is stay here and stay well."

He walked out of the holy temple, and there was wind blowing. He unbuttoned the cloak, so the wind blew the cloak away, drifting into the void outside the mountain road, and slowly drifting down the mountain. The man under the cloak had long silver hair fluttering in the wind, like a cloud of volatile blue flames! His red pupils reflected the scene of the battlefield below the mountain, and there was no expression on his cold face. He was draped with a set of hideous and heavy armor, the thorns on his shoulders, and the short spikes on the iron gloves, all made people feel tingling.

Then he walked out of the mountain road, stepped into the void, but never fell off the cliff. There seemed to be an invisible platform in the void for him to step on. The great elder in the holy temple and the young native warrior were stunned. Even the strong men in their tribe could not walk the void like him. He just walked down step by step, the distance getting bigger and bigger, the last step was a kilometer, and in a blink of an eye, he was already standing on the battlefield.

A dozen fire-horned monsters rushed over.

He passed these strange beasts and traveled far away.

The fire horned demon only fell, just as if dead. It's just that their corpses are very weird, as if they had been reassembled. Some heads stick out from the abdomen, but some have their arms sticking out of their mouths. As for the inside of the corpse, it has long since become a mess.

He walked into the battlefield and waved a colorful light from time to time. When the light passed, the "soldiers" of the Burning Legion all died strangely. At this time, a desolate horn sounded from the holy temple. Upon hearing this horn, the indigenous warriors began to shrink, and their lines of defense gathered towards the volcano, giving up more battlefield area.

Give it to the strange guest.

The silver-haired man walked on the battlefield like a walk, waved away, and a large number of enemies fell, and all the fallen corpses were in a state of chaos. Maybe it was too slow to kill like this, he raised his hand, the light surging in his hand. After the light disappeared, the man already had a war gun in his hand. The shape of the gun is simple, the whole body is pitch black, and there are several etched symbols on the gun body, and I don't know what it means.

He raised his gun to the sky.

The thick clouds in the sky turned around, and light spots of different colors gradually appeared in the clouds. After each spot, there were beams of light hanging down, and the beams of light fell on the battlefield. In an instant, thousands of fireballs were exploded on the ground near the volcano. Flying beasts in mid-air, flame knights galloping on the ground, and huge fire beasts, among those hanging beams of light, no matter the order is high or low, the fireball detonated by the beam of light is engulfed and destroyed!

The beams of light are falling more and more, the distance between them ranges from a few hundred meters at the beginning, to a hundred meters, and then to the last ten meters. With such a intensive attack, there is basically no other method besides carrying it hard. Defense and avoidance became a joke at this moment, those beams of light falling from the sky, considering the level of combat power of all creatures in the Burning Legion.

When the beam of light in the sky no longer fell, the land was almost plowed again. There are only a few kings who can still stand. Without any suspense, several kings rushed at the man at the same time, and the man greeted him with guns.

The previous kings that the strong of the indigenous tribes couldn't easily defeat, at this moment, were picked one by one on the man's gun and stabbed to death one by one. In a blink of an eye, the last king was pierced in the chest by a man, and then the source force in his body burned uncontrollably, and the source fire burst out of his body every inch. He asked with difficulty: "Who are you?"

"Me?" The man showed a look of remembrance, "A long time ago, I had a mother, she called me Nabo. Then I left her, in order not to let her find, I changed my name, so now everyone They call me Spinak."

"Spinak?" The king had obviously heard of the name, and he was shocked: "Why is the demon king Spinnak here..."

Then a ball of flame exploded, blasting him to pieces. Spinak put away his gun, and said lightly: "I am not obligated to answer you this question."

After the king's death, the remaining Burning Legions on the outskirts of the battlefield began to retreat, and they left quickly like a low tide. Spinak also had no plans to catch up. He looked back at the holy temple, as if saying to himself: "There is no need to stay here anymore. If the deed points to that place, maybe..."

"I can find the answer there!"