The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Near the Tower of Magic Energy, all the ruins were cleaned up. The foundations originally buried by the Magic Council for the construction of the Tower of Magic Energy, and the remaining magic circles were also swept away one by one to prevent the remnants of these different systems from affecting the magic circles of the cultivators. make an impact.

Every time a place is cleared, a large piece of rare materials will be transported and placed on it. After waiting for the scientific research team and the president to deduce an accurate large formation diagram, the formation will begin immediately.

The personnel of the military department such as the long spear are in charge of guarding, surrounded by many figures in black armor and red cloak, the long spear stands like a javelin with its sword pressed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth pours into his body and the flying sword at his waist from the surroundings. The sword is accumulating bit by bit, waiting for a common qualitative change in decades and hundreds of years.

The same is true for the surrounding nine squads, the aura of heaven and earth was gathered on the squad leader and the flying swords in their hands, and then quickly spread to all members of the squad. So many people pumped out their spirit energy with all their strength, forming a slight tide of spirit energy, bringing gusty winds, and under the inertia, everyone's cultivation speed was increased by 10% to 1.20%.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were hundreds of thousands of cultivators from super sects with true immortals practicing at the same time. The scale was so large and spectacular that it was enough to roll up a tidal wave of aura thousands of miles away. The aura at the center of the tide was atomized or even liquefied like a fairy world However, the cultivation base of the sect disciples is advancing rapidly, which is beyond the reach of the disciples of the various small sects.

The long gun who was practicing suddenly opened his eyes, and the ultra-miniature spiritual energy tide covering one hundred and twenty people in ten teams disappeared immediately. "Be vigilant, prepare, the refugee wave is coming in half a minute."

After looking around and confirming that the team leaders digested the information, he continued: "We don't take the initiative to attack the refugees, but we don't allow them to attack our positions. Those who still don't obey the warning and still want to forcibly attack the positions, kill them."

"Yes, received."

"receive."

...One kilometer away, Prince Gresta looked at the trembling official mage in front of him, covered in blood, and couldn't find a piece of good meat all over his body: "Are you sure, the heretic Speaker is dead?"

A cruel smile appeared on his face: "The welcome just now is just an appetizer. If you let me know that you are trying to deceive me, you will know the true enthusiasm of our imperial knights."

There was a horrible scar on his face, which almost split his handsome face with the white brain inside.

And this is just the aftermath of the speaker's rush to kill the two sky knights Cass. In the eyes of such a big man, there is no ant like Prince Gresta and Bishop Ollie.

No matter how honorable they are in their respective camps, and how much power they hold in their hands.

The mage tightly covered his right ear, and looked at the handsome Prince Gresta in fear. Blood flowed from his fingers like a fountain, and fell to the ground.

Just now, this seemingly sunny and noble boy tore off his ear and threw it at his feet.

He suppressed the pain and said: "My lord, it is indeed the case. The speaker... summoned the blood devil, received... the wrath of the world, and was smashed into pieces by endless thunder."

Prince Gresta was expressionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Lost lamb, don't be afraid, how strong are those blood devils?"

Bishop Orly, who was behind Prince Gresta, asked gently. Compared with Prince Gresta, who was almost killed, he was in good condition except that his golden priest robe was slightly stained with mud, and he was handsome and warm. A smile is very easy to trust, just like meeting a strange and enthusiastic elder.

Confusion appeared in the mage's eyes, and he said blankly: "I... I have seen that there are thousands of them, but only a few hundred of them have the aura similar to that of a formal mage, and their strength should be about the same as mine."

Bishop Ollie's voice was as vague and ethereal as in a dream: "Is there a devil beyond the official mage rank? My child.

"

"No...no"

"Are you sure? Son, think again, is there anything missing?"

"Really, really gone... Uncle, my whole body hurts, it hurts..."

The mage shook his head hard, like a child who was afraid of being punished by his parents.

"Oh, dear, I'll set you free, heretic."

The voice of the last two words suddenly became extremely cold again, the mage suddenly opened his eyes wide, but before he could react, the holy light filled his head, and his head burst open, hot blood, sticky brain, pale bone fragments Spilled all over the place.

A red wall of light appeared in front of Prince Gresta, blocking the filth, and said angrily to Bishop Ollie: "Ollie, don't be so disgusting!"

He said coldly: "Also, I have promised him before. If he tells the truth, I will let him go. You made me break my promise. I hope it won't happen again."

A holy light appeared in front of Bishop Oli and burned all the filthy things that shot at him to ashes. Hearing this, he was a little surprised: "Are you really going to keep your promise? I thought you were lying to him."

"My Flaming Sacred Lion family is a king's family. I will do what I say, not like you despicable priests."

Bishop Oli said indifferently: "For the glory of the Lord, I am willing to bear the sin. Do you think what he said is true?"

When it came to business, Prince Gresta calmed down: "It should be true. He is just an official mage, and he has no ability to hide his thoughts from an earth knight and a bishop priest."

"Well, but it's not certain whether what he saw was the truth."

The two looked at each other, and both fell silent. To be honest, the thunder just now was too weird, and the names of hell and devil were too loud. Prince Gresta didn't want to go to that place at all.

As for Bishop Ollie?

According to Prince Gresta's understanding, these priests seem to be the supreme light and dedicate themselves to the God of Light at any time, but they are actually more disgusting than the most disgusting nobles. It is impossible for them to dedicate themselves to the God of Light Well, those low-level pastors with their brains burned out are still possible.

"Go, kill those blood devils, that mage is not lying, their strength is indeed very weak."

Just as Prince Gresta was hesitating, a completely business-like voice came into his mind, making his face quickly bitter.

For Sky Knight Cass, the task of recovering the Magic City must be completed, which is related to his wealth and further hopes.

And he didn't lie to Prince Gresta. According to observation, the strength of those blood demons is indeed very weak, and he can kill them all by himself.

Of course, after all, it bears the name of hell and the devil in the legend. In order to prevent possible weirdness and danger, it is necessary for Prince Gresta and the others to test it out. This is exactly the meaning of their existence as low-level knights. . It was their task to conquer the city of magic energy. Even if something unexpected happened, the emperor would have nothing to say, and he didn't just have one son.

Bishop Oli on the opposite side also showed a bitter expression similar to that of Prince Gresta.