Inside The Black Mist Chapter 1440: The end of the grave (seeking tickets)
Tomb world.
On a plain somewhere, a war is taking place.
War is an eternal theme in the tomb world. Even if the black people here die, they will be reborn in the abyss and quickly fill up the world.
Therefore, from the lords to the black people, they are not afraid of war.
At this moment, on the plain, there is a figure that is very eye-catching. It is a black citizen who looks like a human female. A very charming female face, unfortunately, no black people in this world know how to appreciate its beauty.
As for the horse part, it is quite strong, and the six horse legs are strong and powerful, which makes it able to dash through quickly and possesses full mobility.
At this time, the centaur was holding a long spear, rushing to the forefront of the battle formation, forming a front arrow in a square formation. A blood-red halo bloomed from the tip of its spear, and within the blood-colored light were black electric lights lingering and dancing.
It raised its head to look at the enemy line ahead, its eyes were charming and charming, but unfortunately, these eyes, which can seduce any male creature, are useless in the tomb world.
In the battle formation led by the centaur, a troll and a tall black armored warrior are obviously the bottom corners of the triangle. The battle formation formed by these two high-level black men and the centaur in front Among them, there are black people who are the same centaurs but wearing dark gold armor. These black people almost fill the battle formation, but they obviously protect a group of special black people in the middle.
Among the group of special black people, there are strange black people wearing dark robes with gold trim, but with no face or hands and feet, and a human shape supported by the boiling black breath; The black people with gray skin and round stomachs kept beating the war drums.
These black people in the middle seem to play an auxiliary role, the most obvious being the black people of war drums. The formation raised the aura of all the black people in the battle formation.
At this time, two figures rose into the air from the opposite enemy formation. They were two black people with wings on their backs. One opened six pitch-black wings, and the other opened two wings condensed by flames. These two are obviously high-level black people. As soon as they rise into the air, they release a deep or fiery aura.
On the battlefield, a thick black shadow spread from the sky, like a curtain to cover the centaur battle formation.
The black folk who flapped their fire wings on their backs formed spheres around them that were as hot as miniature suns, and then threw those spheres over one after another.
But at this time, the strange black people in the centaur battle formation, whose robes were supported by black breath, emerged from the darkness of the robes a thick scripture, which was fastened by golden chains , the cover is pitch black, with many blood-red symbols on it.
After these scriptures emerged, the golden chains were untied, the scriptures were flipped, and obscure and illusory language sounded in the sky, **** aura immediately appeared around the two black people above the enemy line, and their shapes shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye In the end, even the wings behind him either withered or disappeared, suddenly lost the ability to float, and fell to the ground with a bang.
As for the black air that shrouded like a curtain, and the sphere like a miniature sun, after the two black people fell to the ground, they quickly lost their power and could not have any impact in the end. A long whistle sounded.
The front arrow of the formation, the female centaur's body was full of breath, pierced with a spear, pulled out a bright light, rolled and charged, and went straight into the enemy's formation.
When the centaur legion splits the enemy formation from the middle, the next step is to defeat and hunt down.
The war is over.
The ground is littered with dead bodies and remains.
As the victorious side, the centaurs are cleaning up the battlefield and reclaiming materials that can be used to strengthen them. In a camp, female centaurs, trolls, black armored warriors and a **** aura rolled to support the dark gold. The black people in robes gathered together.
They are communicating and discussing the next battle.
Suddenly, the whole body of these high-level black people trembled, their eyeballs rolled up, and then the pupils that did not belong to them rolled up, as if they had encountered some kind of terrible invasion.
Obviously, the black man with the **** aura in the robe has a strong resistance to this aspect. It caused lightning to explode in the **** aura in his body, and made something in his body grunt, and then it flickered Next, it wanted to flash out of the camp, but when it reappeared in the next second, it only flashed out by less than one meter, which was far worse than it expected.
Soon, it calmed down, and the blood energy under the robe gradually changed, became thicker, darker, and finally turned into a thick, liquid-like dark red halo.
The other three black people also changed.
The troll wore a pitch-black robe, and a gray-white crown appeared on top of his head. The pitch-black robe was condensed from a rich black aura, and the gray-white crown was inlaid with many tiny faces of various creatures. Kong, the troll's aura became dead, its majestic body aged rapidly, and finally became skinny, and pale flames burned in the deep-set eye sockets.
The black-armored warrior's figure stretched a circle, and some armor plates on the back and arms were lifted, and exhaust pipes protruded from the inside, and they spewed out gray smoke to the outside world. The smoke wrapped around the black-armored warrior as if it had its own spirituality.
The armor on the body of the female centaur has increased, and there are sticky tentacles with strange patterns extending from the back. The air around it became obviously humid, which quickly wetted the ground, and there were also a little more water droplets on its face and body.
After these high-level changes, they exchanged glances with each other, then left the camp, abandoned their army, went deep into a mountainous area, and finally came to a cave.
They knelt down or bowed in front of the cave, and all lowered their heads, as if they were welcoming someone.
A moment later, a figure came out from the shadow of the cave. It was a handsome man with long black hair. His eyes were light purple, and a long silver scarf was tied around his neck. Under the silver robe were black clothes and pants. On the hands are black gloves with a silver flower design on the back of the gloves.
He blocked the sunlight from the blazing sun of the tomb world with his hand, then swept towards the four black people in front of him, and said slowly in a strange language: "Even if I do it myself, Let you be able to attach to the black people, but unfortunately the black people's body can only be used for a while, but it is enough for you to transition."
"During the long deep sleep, Qin Ya, Yi Sen, Shaman Emperor, and Black Wing all died."
"Bo Xun and Shamen have fallen."
"Now, only you are still by your side."
"Ming, Yago, Tiya, Xumo, the new home is ready, come with me to meet those old friends."
The man with light purple eyes touched the air casually, and the space twisted, and then separated up and down, tearing out a huge crack!
He turned around and stepped into the crack, and four high-ranking black men also got in. Afterwards, the crack did not close, but gradually expanded, and they tore out more cracks. From that crack, deep Red, indigo, light purple, grass green, orange... Bands of light of various colors escape from the cracks.
These bands of light swept randomly, creating raging flames and thunderstorms, shaking the earth, collapsing mountains, and causing the tomb world to begin to collapse and destroy.
In an instant, the ancient wills in the tomb woke up one by one. They screamed and desperately searched for a 'skin' that could possess them, but they couldn't find a suitable body. They could only be unwilling in the flames and thunder. Roaring, gradually dying.
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In a market in Zhonglu, there is a very obvious red tent, but people who come and go don't seem to notice that tent, only one or two notice it.
They found the tent, saw an ordinary old man, and in that tent, they found what they needed most and could change the status quo.
For this, they all paid some 'prices', and these prices included keeping the tent a secret.
After seeing off another guest, the ordinary old man stretched himself, pulled up a chair, and planned to stay there until sunset.
Suddenly, his movements paused.
He raised his head, and his gaze fell on a point at infinite height, where there was nothing, but in the eyes of the old man, a scene like the end of the world was reflected.
There are cracks in the space, flames and thunder are all around, countless black people died in a daze, a world is dying.
"Ouch..."
The wrinkles on the old man's face were almost squeezed together: "That guy still came out."
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Fortress of the God of War.
Having returned to Jinxi Manor, Tianyang took a shower and changed his clothes before seeing Qianhong.
Qianhong hugged Tianyang's arm tightly, and said in a low voice: "I have reached the full progress of my ascension, and I can try to reach rank 7."
"Because he knew that the hunter's 'Ultimate' was Adi, Tianyang was not worried that Qianhong would become a 'lamb' for the time being. He said, "I can prepare a sublimation medium for you. There is a possibility of failure and even a reduction in rank. "
Qian Hong raised her head and said firmly: "No matter what, I will try to be promoted, and I want to help you share more things."
Seeing that she has made up her mind, Tian Yang nodded and said, "Okay then, I..."
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in his ears: "He is coming... He is coming... He is coming... ..He is coming...."
Seeing that his expression was different, Qian Hong asked with concern: "What's wrong?"
Tianyang came back to his senses, looked at Qianhong, and smiled: "It's nothing, I will ask Adolf to prepare the sublimation medium for you tomorrow."