The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 205: Blood soaking Pingyin City (middle)
"You promised me, absolutely can't go back, otherwise even if I die..." Asai groaned weakly,
"I see, what I promised you will never go back." Jonah yelled, holding back tears,
"...oh, that's good."
Asai suddenly laughed and jumped up easily. As soon as the back muscles contracted, the bleeding stopped automatically. The wound instantly turned into a white mark that was not clearly visible. He patted the dust on his body and squeezed his eyes narrowly. : "That's it, Brother Jona, don't forget today's agreement."
"..." The astrologer was stunned on the spot, tearfully looking at the blood-stained bandage in his hand, and at the lively oriental man, the dragon next to him was so scared that he sat on the ground.
"...You are okay." The 17-year-old asked slowly,
"It's okay, it's just skin injuries." Asai replied with a grin,
"...The conversation just now..." The boy dropped the bandage and medicine bottle, wiped his face with his sleeve,
"It made you play." Asai grinned proudly,
"..."
Jonah was ashamed and angry. He flicked his sleeves and strode down the hill. When the Oriental saw it, he rushed to catch up and said with a smile: "Just kidding, Brother Jonah, the injury is real, not that serious. That's it...Hey, don't go, what are you going to do."
"You don't need to worry about it." The astrologer replied loudly, leaving Asai a bit of grief and anger in the back of his head,
The Assassin King slowed down and walked behind, shook his head lightly, and muttered: "Just treat it as a joke, Brother Jona...If that day really never comes, how good would it be? ."
At this time, the Jin Ge cavalry, who had lost their commander, arranged their formation and began to withdraw from the battlefield from the east. From the red cursed soil of the distant Targu Mountains, there was no one living person, tens of thousands of resurrected people. Crowded, growl and gnaw at each other, the terrible sound of chewing flesh and bones resounded in the plains, Jonah stopped and watched those soulless bodies dancing funny dances in the plasma quagmire. A moment ago, they were still The heroic and heroic elite troops of the Liang Sui State, with a cold face and shiny armor, only a pile of squirming and self-eating flesh and blood is left at this moment. This situation makes the heartstrings of the teenager tremble constantly,
"The strong can change the course of a war, but not in this way... Anglican... The Brotherhood... This is downright evil..." Jonah gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Absolutely Can't forgive."
Long Shenlin asked: "Master Long Chang, will they continue to do this, and will always be immortal resurrected..."
"How is it possible." Asai shook his head and said, "You forgot the corpses you saw before. I guess there is a time limit for thought art. When the time comes, the cursed land summoned from the Western Continent will eventually disappear. The resurrected person will die completely,,, I have to say, no matter who invented this spell and used it in war, he is a true genius. There has never been such an effective war in the history of mankind. Mode, the Jin Ge cavalry with high mobility and strong individual combat effectiveness caused limited damage. Sacrifice the white-robed priest to launch spells and wait for death to spread in the enemy's formation. With mobility to prevent the enemy from escaping from the battlefield, in a frontal battle in the plain, this way His tactics are almost unsolvable."
Jonah turned his head away and signaled that he didn't want to talk to the Easterners, "I don't know what happened in Pingyin City. There was such a fierce battle under the city, but the'Black City' didn't react at all."
Asai frowned and said: "The worst estimate: Pingyin is already a dead city. Judging from the cruelty of the Brotherhood, it is entirely possible for them to use thunder to wash down the capital of the Sui Kingdom, resulting in a killing effect." /
The astrologer snorted and continued to walk towards the battlefield, "We have to act quickly, maybe the dragon family is in a crisis, these resurrected people are not aware, as long as they are far away there should be no danger."
"Be careful, Senior Jonah." Xiaolong waved his hand and shot out a beam of "flying light", the glass beads smashed the head of a resurrected liger, "Roar..." The riding beast shook his head. He opened his blood basin and yelled out loudly, "It's useless to hit the key, destroy its form." The Easterner shouted from the side. Long Shenlin responded and drew the famous sword "Jai Sui" and leaped over it vertically and horizontally. The sword cut the liger into four pieces, the stump thumped to the ground, the flesh twitched violently, and suddenly a burst of red smoke erupted, and it stopped moving.
Jonah suddenly thought of a question: "If the cursed soil does not discriminate the freshness of the body, then even the corpses that died thousands of years ago may be resurrected. If the extremely powerful beasts are sleeping underground, then is it not even The post-Qin army also suffered from it."
Asai replied: "Although this continent is full of ancient legends, the probability of this is very low..."
The three people walked through this **** battlefield, they were getting closer, and they felt the cruelty of the curse. The ground has been soaked in blood plasma and turned into a quagmire. Every step of the way, the boots sink into the mud, and the gurgling pink appears next to them. A cool breeze cavalry was sitting alone next to him, gulping his right leg with big mouthfuls. The meat poured into his throat, and then bounced out from the wound in the abdomen. In the other direction, two infantrymen were walking together. Fighting in one move, they were still holding their swords and shields tightly when they died. Perhaps the remaining memories were imprinted in their bodies. The two corpses waved their arms mechanically, and the long swords cut sparks on each other’s shields. /
A survivor opened his mouth and rushed over. Jonah pushed him away with his staff, but the astrologer didn’t expect the opponent to be so strong, "Woohoo." The living corpse forced Jonah to Two steps back, Sirafauna's tail pierced into the corpse's chest cavity and exposed from behind. The living corpse unconcernedly stretched its teeth and danced its claws to move on, "...Sorry." Jona gritted his teeth and turned his wrist. "Boom." A mass of flames burst out, wrapping the resurrected in the burning fireball. He suddenly retracted his staff and took two steps back. The corpse lit by the "scorching rays" fell to the ground and howled bitterly. As the body gradually shrinks and shrivels,
The sound and heat attracted the attention of more resurrected people. Thousands of living corpses began to gather here. As they walked, they bite and bite each other. The sound of creaking and chewing sounded so impressive. The horrifying symphony, "This is great." Asai spread out his hands and said helplessly: "We are going to fight a battle where there is no winner at all."
"No." Yona solemnly said, "Since just now, I have been capturing the magic wave of this evil circle. For some reason, I can clearly feel the frequency of the wave of magic elements through the staff of Syrah , Just like the pulse of a person is constantly beating. From just now, the fluctuations of the Cursed Land have been disordered, and the frequency has been accelerating at a geometric speed. If it is estimated to be correct, the magic is about to collapse."
"You are not a magician. How can you catch the fluctuation of the magic circle? It's really strange." The easterner looked at him suspiciously,
Jonah ignored him. He just discovered this peculiar phenomenon. Sheila Fauna has become a medium for collecting elemental fluctuations. Like a mirror, it faithfully reflects the fluctuation characteristics of everything around him. There is an extra pair of astrologers. Eyes that can see through the essence of things, even if you close your eyes, he can still depict the outlines of mountains, rivers, flowers, trees, and the human body. This is a very strange feeling,,,, is it because this artifact has a new function, the original instructor Gilberto Gilbernaion only said that it has the power of "spirituality", which can make the soul power of the holder continue to grow. Could it be that when the power of the soul is strong enough, it can open up a new face of the imprint of the gods, The teenager vaguely felt that someone had talked about the awakening of the ability of the artifact, but after thinking about it carefully, it became more and more vague, and he could only put the problem aside for the time being.
Resurrection Zha gathered from all sides, Asai and Long Shenlin were ready for the battle. Jonah stood in the center of the battlefield, silently listening to the increasingly rushing waves of magic, "...is the limit. It's...now." He said, and as soon as the voice fell, the red thorns emblem on the ground began to shrink inward rapidly, crossing the plains and hills, across the wasteland swamp, and returning to the origin of the magic, with the area of the red curse. Shrinking sharply, the densely packed resurrection began to fall down in circles from outside to inside, "swish." The thorn pattern finally shrank into a two-yard square red circle, followed by a crisp sound of "ping", the red mist rose, and the ground Back to true colors, the curse magic is completely ineffective,
The living dead fell to the ground like a wheat field blown by the wind, the nearest corpse fell to the ground, the head fell from the broken neck, and the grumble roll to the foot of Yona, straight Only three people stood still on the battlefield. 19,000 soldiers from the Liang and Sui died here. For these soldiers, this was not a battle with real swords and guns. The humiliating death obliterated the war as a professional soldier. The glory of death battlefield,
"Let's go, the Long Family Mansion is not far away, right." Jonah said,
"Yes, Senior Jonah." Long Shenlin swallowed his saliva, and led the way first through the battlefield filled with corpses,
"Wait a minute." Suddenly, Asai stretched out a hand to signal "Wait a minute", he looked left and right, his eyes looked in one direction: "There seems to be a different breath, Xiaolong, use your breath-watching technique. Check it out."
Long Shenlin turned and replied: "Yes, Lord Long Chang." He put the sword on his back, his hands quickly changed several handprints, and his left eye was plated with a layer of gold, "...huge death like a mountain. , Ah, there is a trace of anger in the dead breath, the color is blue-purple, it will turn to black soon, and his life will be short, but he is indeed a living person." He was surprised,
The oriental figure shot at the pile of corpses on the side, with his hands out, he picked up the corpses one by one and threw them aside. At the bottom of the pile, he found a scribe with a high crown and beautiful clothes. Even though he was dying, he Still maintaining a noble demeanor,
"Lu's family." Asai said, "the guy who wants to save face."