I wish you all a good mood every day Chapter 1402 The Wind Rises 2 With his hands behind his back, Ying Zheng raised his head and sneered: "Well, those who fail me and use me will die."
At this moment, Ying Zheng completely forgot the fact that his soul was manipulated by Lin Qi, he was just very proud of the wonderful scene of him unifying all the continents in the world in the future, commanding countless soldiers to attack the legendary god kingdom, killing all those male gods, and making those goddesses kneel under his crotch in pain and cry for mercy.
Thinking of the smugness, Ying Zheng couldn't help laughing out loud: "Come here, pass the decree, and summon the concubine to meet." ” Ying Zheng only felt like a fire all over his body, and now he had to find some fun to extinguish the evil fire in his body.
After thinking about it, Ying Zheng shouted loudly again: "It is recorded in the living record that I have ordered Zhao Lu to lead people to return to Blood Qin, go to the Oriental Ocean to carry out confidential matters, and wait for the upper and lower people, not to leak a word, and those who dare to commit crimes will be beheaded all over the house."
Not long after, a young beautiful woman wearing a blood Qin palace skirt, a dignified and gorgeous appearance, and a slender and moving figure slowly walked into the watchtower, Yingzheng laughed and greeted him, and soon there was a moan like a song and a cry in the watchtower.
And the fact that Zhao Lu, the palace manager next to Ying Zheng, was ordered to take people to the eastern ocean to act was also recorded in the accompanying book.
As time passed, the Blood Qin army continued to attack the Desert Temple like a tide, and the old eunuchs of the Royal Worship Regiment of the Blood Qin Empire disappeared day by day.
But no one noticed this problem, what happened in Yingzheng's palace, how could people from the outside court know that Yingzheng's power was getting stronger and stronger, more and more unfathomable.
At the same time, outside the main altar of the Milo Divine Cult in the Eastern Subcontinent, tens of thousands of high-ranking priests of the Milo Divine Cult were worshipping the three blazing flames.
A red flame, this is the flame of creation of the Founding Shrine; A white divine flame, this is the flame of the protection of the guardian shrine; A cloud of black divine flames, this is the world-destroying flame that destroys the Divine Palace.
Since the founding of the Miro Divine Cult, the three-color divine flame has been burning in the depths of the main altar of the Miluo Divine Cult, and it has been an unknown number of years.
In the sky above the three clusters of raging divine flames with a diameter of tens of meters, dozens of strange depictions of gods and spirits were standing in the air.
Above these gods was a huge tree with lush foliage, and in the middle of the tree, in a small shrine-like hole, a humanoid figure emitting a faint golden light was sitting cross-legged.
A deep voice came from the humanoid light: "It's time to do it, my people, you are ready."
The Supreme Elders, Elders, Divine Lords, Hall Honors, and Altar Masters of the Miluo Divine Sect, as well as the many masters, Taoist masters, and mages under them, knelt down at the same time, and they didn't say a word, but there was a sinister aura rising up all over them.
Since the last time Lin Qi rebelled against the Miluo Divine Sect and forcibly robbed the Secret Demon Tower, some of the gods worshiped by the Miluo Divine Cult have issued an oracle to launch an all-out war against the Heavenly Temple.
This is not a war between one nation and one nation, it is a religious war waged by one continent against another In the area controlled by the Miluo Divine Cult, countless tribes have dispatched elite warriors and mages, and tried their best to prepare equipment, ordnance, food, and medicine, and frantically assembled an army of astonishing scale, even larger than the Western Expedition of the Blood Qin Empire.
After all, the Western Expeditionary Army of the Blood Qin Empire is only the power of a country, although Yingzheng is arrogant, but he still has some sense after all, at least he will not use the way to shake the country's capital to recruit the army to launch the Western Expedition.
But the Eastern Subcontinent is different, all the people here are devout followers of the Cult of Milo, all of them are extremely fanatical, extremely religious, and the Cult of Milo will give an order, as long as they can still move, warriors and mages will flock to the army, rushing to join the army with their own equipment, dry food and medicine.
Therefore, the Miluo Divine Sect has assembled a large and abnormal army, and they have gathered near the huge trench at the junction of the Eastern Subcontinent and the Eastern Continent, ready to divide into a hundred routes and launch an attack on the Heavenly Temple and the Blood Qin Empire at the same time.
The Heavenly Temple has already dispatched a large number of elite expeditions to the West, and most of the mobile forces of the Blood Qin Empire have also been transferred to the West.
"Remember what we have told you," the voice of the humanoid light and shadow in the big tree roared like thunder: "If you can win, kill as much as you can."
If you lose, kill as much as you can.
Victory, homeopathic destruction of the Temple of Heaven.
If we are defeated, naturally someone will mediate, but I am not afraid that the gods of his Heavenly Temple will dare to really turn against us."
The clergy of the Cult of Milo looked at each other in silence.
This is a bit demoralizing, and before the war started, I was thinking about what to do if I failed.
Fortunately, this was said in front of these high-ranking members of the Mira Divine Sect, and if it was said in front of those conscripted tribal forces, it is estimated that there would be at most thirty percent of the morale left in ten.
A Supreme Elder of the Founding Divine Palace hurriedly shouted loudly: "Please rest assured that we will fight to the death." ” The figure in the big tree waved his hand lightly, and laughed slowly: "Those people below can fight to the death, their lives are not worth anything."
But you cannot, and if anything is wrong, retreat at once.
The Cult of Milo is still indispensable to you, and we are indispensable to you.
Work hard, do your best, and you will have the hope of becoming a god in the future."
The ordinary words made the faces of the high-ranking members of the Miluo Divine Sect present turn red with excitement, and their eyes instantly turned terrifyingly bloody, and they all screamed as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.
Regardless of men, women, and children, they kowtowed and bleed, hysterically vowing that they would fight to the death with the Heavenly Temple, and that no one would escape.
The figures of the gods gradually dissipated, and in the void that these crazy Milo God Cult leaders could not hear or feel, several ridicules suddenly sounded: "This is an ethereal promise of human beings, a little hypocritical care can make them grateful, and let them sacrifice their lives to work for us."
"I really can't understand that their ancestors were like that, but now, they know that this is the case, why did we fight like that back then, so many of our companions have fallen, so many clansmen have died in battle, why bother?"
"Don't talk nonsense about the secret demon tower of our secret demon clan, find the secret demon tower for us as soon as possible, damn it, without the secret demon tower, what should we do with the reproduction of our clan Although we still have a spare secret demon tower, but...
Do you know how difficult it will be for us to reproduce?"
"Alright, shut up and get ready to act.
Start an all-out war and see what those guys in the Temple of Heaven think.
If they are tough, we'll stop, but they'll have to return the Tower.
If their attitude is shaken, then fight and take the opportunity to harvest more souls of believers, so that we can recover a little more. ” "Send messengers to the group of hypocritical long-eared people to see what their opinion is.
They took the biggest advantage back then, and this time I can't let them go easily.
The benefits they get, they must give us a share of the profits, otherwise, the war" Words full of conspiracy echoed in this small space, and countless strange and twisted figures loomed here, many of them with a large number of heads and more arms, and the aura they exuded was so hideous and vicious.
Just when the gods of the Miluo God Sect instigated their followers to wage an all-out war against the Heavenly Temple, a change finally occurred on the Undead Continent.
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At the core of the vast Undead Continent, a mountain composed of white bones came out of the ground crazily, accompanied by a huge roar, this mountain peak quickly rose tens of thousands of meters high, and the peaks with a radius of thousands of meters at the base were piled up with countless huge halls made of white bones, and an ancient and evil aura erupted from those halls, quickly enveloping the entire Undead Continent.
What is surprising is that these ancient and evil breaths can only be felt by those real undead creatures, and those necromancers operating on the undead continent cannot feel the existence of this aura at all as long as they still retain the characteristics of humans or other life races.
Among the countless ancient tombs all over the Undead Continent, one huge coffin after another was opened, countless names had been annihilated in the long history, and even the oldest undead emperor in the Undead Continent did not know their names, and the powerful undead slowly crawled out of the coffin.
Whether it's a skeleton monster or a zombie knight, a ghost or a lich, a dragonbone witch god or a nightmare banshee, these undead crawl out of their coffins, they all wear a small crown on their heads.
Black iron, bronze, silver, gold, mythril, pure gold, and even the gem crown carved from the highest level of magic gems, relying on these crowns of different materials, these undead are divided according to their strength, and the strict division of classes shows the rudiments of a large and well-organized force.
I can't tell how many undead with crowns on their heads crawled out of the coffins, and they walked slowly, but they moved forward for miles, tens of miles, or even thousands of miles at a time.
Soon, countless undead powerhouses gathered under the white bone peak, and a ghost dragon with a huge body size and a body length of at least about 10,000 meters did not know how to get out of that mountain, and lazily lay on a gentle slope of the peak.
The huge ghost dragon lay lazily on the hillside, and the faces of countless twisted wraiths could be faintly seen looming in its pale gray translucent body.
Two clusters of red light flickered in his hollow eyes, and he looked coldly down at the dense and boundless undead below.
There was a loud click, and a gray lightning bolt slashed down from the sky and slammed into the mountain.
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