Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady Chapter 638: : Bewitched (1) Replenishment
Pingcheng, once peaceful and comfortable, has turned into a Shura **** today.
The corpses and bloodstains can be seen everywhere on the ground. The high-level monsters fight to kill every human that appeared in front of them, and the low-level monsters also re-enter the battlefield. Their dexterous figures shuttle on the battlefield flexibly, biting every attempt Rebelling people.
Young children with open horrified eyes, clumsily biting their paws with their immature teeth, they don’t know what happened, the only thing they understand is that they have to fight and attack by all possible means. All the monsters in front of them.
A ferocious low-level monster rushed to the child’s side, bit the child’s calf, frantically tossing and shaking his head, large swaths of blood flowed from the child’s thin legs all over the place, painful His tears slid down his eyes, but he didn't want to loosen his clenched teeth.
The Yaozu killed his parents, he wants revenge, he will not let go...
"Beast! Die to me!" The gray-haired old man lifted the stone beside him and slammed it on the head of the monster!
The brain splashed down, and the old man hurriedly caught the trembling child.
A shadow hung over the heads of the young and old.
The high demon race stepped on it, and the blood burst under its feet. At its feet, there was still the bitten bloody, child's leg...
The **** scene took place in all corners of Pingcheng. The Wolfsmoke Legion desperately resisted the attack of the Yaozu. The injured people were dragged to the side of the house. The smell of blood filled their noses, and more people climbed aside. The roof of the building jumped down from a high altitude, and with the power of falling from a high altitude, he inserted the farm tools in his hands into the body of the monster race.
Ten people can’t change to a higher monster clan.
A hundred people cannot be replaced by a low-level monster.
However...
When this number reaches thousands, the advanced monster race has thick skin and thick skin, and it is already scarred.
These monster races have never imagined that the people who will only shiver when they see them, will one day fight them desperately.
The chaos on the battlefield and the ubiquitous deaths made it a hell.
Monsoon Smoke was panting, and the hand holding the evil sword was already faintly trembling. The soybeans she took out from the farmhouse beside her had been turned into vines and joined the battle, but There are too many high demons...
It's really too much...
In this battle, the number of monster races may not be as large as in the Imperial Academy, but the number of advanced monster races far exceeded that time.
The combat power of a high-level monster clan is on top of hundreds of low-level monster clan. Under this kind of battle, even a general who has experienced many battles~IndoMTL.com~ I am afraid that he will fall into death.
Monsoon Smoke gritted his teeth, slashed the head of a Yaozu with a sword, and stretched out his hand to pull the child who was thrown to the ground by the Yaozu from the ground.
Her eyes swept across the battlefield.
The Wolfsmoke Corps suffered serious casualties, and there are only a handful of people who can continue to support the battle. Now they can still stand there, all with a belief.
[It's so pitiful...]
The voice with a smile suddenly sounded from the depths of Monsoon Smoke's soul.
The monsoon smoke shook slightly.
[Need it? I can lend you my strength. 】
That is the figure of the demon god.
【Save these poor lives, kill those ferocious monsters, I can help you. 】
Sounds full of bewitching sounded in Monsoon Smoke's heart.