The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 116: The beginning of the storm (part 1)

Yekong’s gray eyes pierced through the blue crowds, smoke and flames, and fixed his sight on an ordinary blue officer. The entire battlefield disappeared in front of him, and the heavy infantry swarming up were just Buddha's teeth waving. There was a small obstacle in the path, and the famous sword screamed joyfully, splitting armor, shirts and flesh and blood, leaving the evil black fire in the enemy’s soul,

"You're dead this time, you're dead...I'm going to kill you ten thousand times..." Sibi gritted his teeth to creak, followed Toba and Elliott, and rushed towards The indomitable back of the southerners,

"Why is the disease so serious this time." The Rose Knight frowned, "Does your Excellency Yekon find any clues?... In any case, we must stop him from going deeper. The main generals of the battle caster and the two major legions are here. In the front, if he enters the canyon, he will definitely be irretrievable."

Jonah panted and used his long sword weakly to block the enemy's attack, "Chang." The heavy infantry's sword bounced his sword high and almost let it go. The little grasshopper came from behind and picked it up. The snake bow stabbed, with a pop, the pointed cone at the end of the bow penetrated the cloak and plunged deeply into the unprotected lumbar spine of the Lanxun infantry, immediately stifling all the enemy’s ability to move.

"Rookie buddy, pay attention." Sibi shook his hand and glared at him.

A dark fireball quietly passed over the head and landed on a densely packed area, triggering a silent explosion. A black shock wave that violated the principles of physics slowly swept across the Blue Order. The heavy infantry’s steel armor was Corrosion and weathering visible to the naked eye, the soldier who lifted his right foot and moved forward, when the sole of the foot fell, the whole body was broken like a sculpture of sand and turned into flying ash scattered all over the sky.

The strange magic with the same breath as the Moon Halo Mandala, the fallen dark fire mage Jeff Tower shot it,

The Lanxun soldiers who have experienced many battles did not shrink a little because of the heavy casualties of their companions. More infantry gathered here. Jonah just took the opportunity to take two deep breaths, and the enemy appeared again in front of him. A sharp sword,

"Ellie..." Just screamed, a z-shaped twisted gray shadow crossed the battlefield, and the unsuspecting throats of the two soldiers passed the sharp blades at the same time, and arterial blood took them to death. Roaring out of blood vessels, Jonah felt hot on his face, stretched out his hand and touched, his hands were full of hot blood plasma,

"Go ahead and don’t worry about the sides." Sigma? Tree snake appeared on the left side of the unicorn. Even though he was running at a constant speed, his body was constantly swaying, twisting, and back and forth, and he couldn’t see exactly what was happening. Location,

"Sigma." Although this was the first time we met, Jonah was impressed by this superb stealth thief in the battle scenes seen through other people’s memory.

"Pitchfork's friend." The thief greeted briefly, disappearing, turning into a tortuous gray lightning.

The whistling sound of power bombs sounded on Jona’s right. Omi Keron Touma was running hard. The power releaser rolled up his sleeves and raised his hands. Every time the palm of his hand lit up, there was a thought. The power bomb roared away from the palm of its owner and turned into a notice of the feast of death,

"Omi Keron..." Jonah stared at the robe mage, who was not good at moving and rushing, and his footsteps seemed a bit stumbling.

Ebenezer’s traitor showed a smile from his messy tousled beard,

Toba took the lead, sinking his shoulders and knocking over the two heavy infantry in the way. The big feet ran over the enemy's helmets. He anxiously wrapped his hands around a trumpet and shouted: "Yekong, stop."

The soldiers from Lan Xun kept coming in. The southerners could not hear the call of Mr. Shi. The red hair fluttering in the fire and wind was like a flag, which was more vividly set off by the blue tide.

"...Blood, blood, blood." The long-silent spiritual warlock spoke, and the sharp voice resounded across the battlefield. The wounded Lanxun soldier was horrified to find that the blood from the wound turned into a bright red ribbon. , Responding to Hasalchin’s call, quickly pulled away from the master’s body and flew into the air. The infantry wailed, trying to reach out and grab the flying ribbon, but the blood band drew every bit of strength from their bodies. The pale enemies fell one by one, and even the smallest wounds can drain the last drop of blood.

The blood bands gathered in the air, entangled and danced, and turned into a large flowing blood red ball. Without warning, the blood cell burst, and a pouring rain of blood fell on the ground, drowning the blood master's corpse. Eyes,

"My lord, rush over to subdue him. This is the best time." The Rose Knight raised his gun and pushed an enemy away, shouting with all his strength,

The strongest remaining combat power of the cherry crossing teamed up to open up a path of blood and fire, "understanding." Toba strode to chase Yekong's footsteps, and smashed all those who dared to stop them with his fist.

The southerner appeared in the Pitchfork team's field of vision. He has stopped and is standing in front of a corpse dumbly. The famous knife and Buddha's teeth pierced deeply into the corpse's chest, nailing the deceased and the earth together.

"Yekong." The head of the room grabbed a head, and the upper body of the last enemy who lay between him and Yekong slammed into the ground. He was about to reach out and pat the southerner on the shoulder. "Wait a minute. ." The Rose Knight quickened his pace to catch up with Toba and blocked him with a gun.

"What's the matter." The Bazelal farmer stood up straight, breathed out a breath, scratched his head suspiciously,

"Your Excellency Yekong...It's okay." A warm smile appeared on Elliott's tired face,

Kalan holding the sword looked a little hesitant, slowly squatting down, watching the corpse, judging from the equipment and body shape, the corpse that was getting cold under the sword of Yekong was the one who just swung the sword to defeat the psychic warrior. The low-level officer of Hasalqin’s wind sickle spell,

"What? What?" Sibi caught up with everyone, jumped on Toba's shoulders, sat down comfortably, the room manager snorted, showing a momentary painful look, "Uncle, what? Now." The little grasshopper opened its green eyes,

"It's okay, I've been bitten by a mosquito a few times, just scratch it." Toba smiled, and quietly contracted his muscles, hiding a hideous wound on his back out of Sibi’s sight. When attacking at full force, the body cannot provide enough muscle strength to defend against the sword. He is unavoidably injured. Although the blood vessels can be contracted to stop the bleeding, the severed muscles and fascia turn out like a baby's mouth. This wound is placed. It’s deadly enough on any other person in the Pitchfork Squad,

"Oh, don't be aggressive, uncle, hurry up and say where you are uncomfortable." Xibi looked up and down, left and right, but didn't find the injury on the head of the room, patted his head and said,

At this time, Yekong stretched out his hand to open the cloak of the low-level officer, freed the metal buckle of the breastplate from the side, took off the front half of the armor and the lining cowhide, and with force, tore open the officer's shirt, exposing the skin on the chest.

Jonah asked puzzledly: "Elie, what is he going to do."

"We don't know, Lord Jonah." The Rose Knight replied truthfully, "But obviously, he has recovered his sanity. When he finishes his action, we will leave immediately."

A crimson bird-shaped tattoo appeared on the upper left chest of the officer’s corpse. A two-headed bird with simple lines and fluttering wings was deeply tattooed on the skin with red paint. It looked bright and dripping, as if just used Painted in blood,

An expression of excitement appeared on the face of Kalan Gujing Wubo with the sword. He stretched out his finger, dipped the blood from the wound of the corpse, and slowly brought it to his mouth, "It's close... very close..." The southerner stood up awkwardly, clenched the handle of the knife, the famous knife and the Buddha's tooth shuddered, slowly rising from the corpse,

For some reason, Jonah held his breath involuntarily,

"Very close...where." Ye Kong held a long knife in his hand and looked around the battlefield.

Everyone who met his sight chose to avoid it. The sword-holding eyes showed lonely enthusiasm, like burning ice, like chilling fire, his scarred body couldn't help trembling slightly, I don’t know. Because of my excitement, I’m still exhausted from a long battle,

"Hey, let's go." Toba walked over and said to Yekong tentatively,

"Go, where to go." The southerner asked back. Jonah had never seen him in such a normal conversation,

"Go home, go back to Cherry Crossing." The head of the room smiled, "We have done everything we can, and now go home, okay."

Yekong lowered his head and stared at the blade of the Buddha tooth, "No, I have to look for it, it's very close, I can feel..."

"What to look for..." Toba failed to complete this question. His voice was interrupted by a deep drumbeat.

Boom, boom, boom, boom,

The ground vibrated, and the drum-like heavy percussion sounded rhythmically. The attack of the Lanxun Corps stopped. The remaining heavy infantry slowly lined up on both sides of the canyon entrance, lowering their swords and shields, and lowered. Head, dragoons also gathered on the periphery, "Go down." Qiaopu appeared in the back row of the cavalry, raised his lance and issued a command, "Walalala", the cavalry jumped off the mount neatly and stood on the ground to walk the dragon. By his side, press the thick neck of Zhanlong to the ground with his arm,

The head of the guards jumped off the "Pearl" saddle and stroked the panting Golden Land Dragon, "Pitchfork friends, and unknown attackers, it seems we don’t have a chance to fight. I’m sorry."

"Why... I'm sorry." Jonah felt confused,

Boom, boom, boom, boom,

The thunder of the earth became louder and louder. The Lanxun infantry in the front row took off his helmet and put it under his armpit. His face was full of awe and fear. Elliott suddenly turned and shouted: "Hasar Your Excellency Qin, don't take any action, don't leave the cave, and protect the safety of Miss Long Ji for us. This is our life's entrustment."

Suddenly the battlefield became silent and silent, only the flames were burning and crackling, and the rose knight's voice echoed in the devastated miracle grassland. There was no response, and the psychic warrior did not give feedback, but Elliott spit out relaxedly. Take a breath,