Chapter 13940 Demon Legion
At the same time, at the front fortress of the Demon Sea.
On this day, inside the fortress, tens of thousands of elite soldiers lined up on the parade ground.
They were dressed in neat armor, holding sharp weapons, with solemn expressions and imposing manner. The leader was the cold-faced general Xiong Zhengdao.
He stood tall, with a stern face and a pair of eyes as sharp as cold stars, exuding a chilling aura. He stood at the front of the team, looking forward firmly, as if waiting for the upcoming battle.
Beside Xiong Zhengdao stood a hundred warriors wearing black armor.
They were all strong and sturdy, with eyes that revealed determination and madness. They all had poisoned short blades hanging from their waists, which flashed a cold light in the sun, as if they could take someone's life at any time.
Their eyes were like knives, staring closely at the western mountain pass, as if they wanted to tear the upcoming enemy into pieces.
The entire army stood in silence, all looking towards the mountain pass to the west.
The entire parade ground was silent, with only the sound of the breeze blowing the flags. The soldiers' breathing became especially clear, and their heartbeats accelerated with the tense atmosphere.
They knew that a fierce battle was coming, and they were fully prepared.
Soon, smoke and dust rose from the mountain pass, covering the sky.
The smoke rolled in like a giant black dragon, instantly covering the entire mountain pass. A giant python covered with red scales rushed out first. The giant python was three hundred feet long, and its huge body was like a moving mountain. Wherever it passed, the ground shook.
Its scales glowed red in the sun, as if dyed with blood. When the tongue was inhaled, there was a pungent smell of sulfur that made people want to vomit.
Red-scaled python! This ancient species is said to exist in legends, but there are only a few of them in the world today. Its appearance made the soldiers on the training ground change color.
Their hearts were filled with fear and awe, but more of a resolute fighting spirit. They knew that facing such a powerful enemy, the only way to survive was to fight to the death.
And on top of the python's head stood a girl in red and a boy in black.
The girl had a jade flute hanging from her waist, which was crystal clear and emitted a soft glow. Her black hair was rustling in the wind, fluttering in the air like black silk. There was a chill between her brows, like an iceberg that made people afraid to approach.
The young man in black stood tall and straight, with a stern face, and his eyes revealed a deep wisdom and strong confidence. The two of them stood on the python's head, overlooking the fortress and soldiers below, as if they were looking at a group of ants.
Behind the two men, several grey-robed old men stood with their hands behind their backs, like a few silent mountains, exuding a chilling aura.
Their grey robes fluttered gently in the wind, but they were not at all messy, as if they had merged with the world. On each of their shoulders was a three-inch green snake, which was small but exuded a spooky and strange aura.
As the snake's tongue flickered, a cold light flickered, like a sharp blade, ready to bite anyone at any time. These grey-robed old men were mysterious and powerful beings in the sea of demons. The skills they practiced were strange and unpredictable. The green snake on their shoulders was their most capable assistant, and it was unknown how many lives' blood and essence it had devoured.
About ten feet to the left of the two men stood a man and a woman.
The man was wearing a moon-white robe, which was light and fluttered in the wind, making him look even more elegant. He held a folding fan in his hand, swaying it gently, with a cynical smile on his face and an unfathomable cunning in his eyes.
He seemed to regard the upcoming war as a game, and was full of disdain and contempt for everything around him. The woman was dressed in green, like a touch of fresh green in spring, fresh and moving.
There was a mechanism hidden in her sleeves, which was delicate and exquisite, and who knows how many deadly hidden weapons were hidden in it. Her fingertips were still stained with cinnabar, and it was obvious that she had just rushed from the painting boat. Perhaps in the painting boat, she was immersed in her own art world, but was interrupted by this sudden war.
Although she was standing here at this moment, there was still a hint of laziness and casualness in her eyes that had not yet dissipated.
Below the giant python, a cavalry was slowly approaching the Iron Gate.
The thousand riders at the head were all wearing platinum armor, which shone with dazzling light, as if it was made of the stars in the sky. They held two-meter-long silver spears, which flashed coldly in the sun, like silver dragons.
Under their crotches were fine horses that could tread on snow without leaving any footprints. These horses were agile and muscular, and every step they took was steady and powerful, as if they contained endless power. On the armor of each cavalryman was engraved the three-legged golden crow totem of the Demon Sea, which was lifelike, as if it would fly out of the armor at any time and soar into the sky.
In the sunlight, the totems shine brightly, demonstrating their noble status and powerful strength.
These are the personal cavalry of the Seven Kings of the Demon Sea, also known as the "Seven Kings Guards."
Each knight was carefully selected from a million-strong army. They had gone through countless life-and-death tests and possessed iron will and extraordinary combat skills. The lowest level was the high-level Star Realm. On this continent, high-level Star Realm warriors were rare, but there were a thousand of them.
Their war horses are psychic beasts that have been matured with secret medicines. These horses are not only extremely fast, but can also sense the minds of their masters and communicate with their masters, making them as flexible as their own arms on the battlefield.
Thousands of cavalrymen marched in unison; the sound of their horses' hooves was like the beating of war drums, shaking the earth.
The sound was like the call of the god of death, making people shudder. The dust raised by the horse's hooves filled the air, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was going to shroud the entire Iron Gate Pass in darkness.
Wherever they passed, it seemed as if even the air was frozen, and there was a murderous atmosphere in the air.
And three hundred feet behind the iron cavalry, there were four square formations ready for battle.
The Monster King Army and the Demon King Army! Each of these two armies has 10,000 people. They are like two steel torrents, standing there quietly, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. Each is divided into ten battalions, and the commanders of each battalion are directly loyal to the Monster King and the Demon King. They only obey the orders of the Monster King and the Demon King and are loyal to the Monster Sea.
Their armor was made of black iron mixed with secret gold, and was extremely hard, making it difficult for ordinary swords to hurt them. The spears in their hands were quenched with a deadly poison that killed people instantly. Once stabbed, there would be no chance of survival.
These soldiers all had stern expressions, their eyes revealed a resolute killing intent, as if they were ready to die at any time. In the upcoming war, they would become the sharpest weapons of the Demon Sea, launching a fierce attack on the Iron Gate Pass.
And a few feet behind these menacing and murderous armies, there lurks a fleet that can change the world! (End of this chapter)
