Chapter 920: Battle dragonflight

The ambitious high priest of Artus. ?

In this way, he led the three thousand demon army resurrected by him and appeared in the sight of everyone.

His arrogant voice came from far away, and it made people listen to it with a particularly harsh feeling!

The lunar eclipse slowly receded, and it was replaced by a bright moon hanging in the sky.

The soft light shed, reflecting the extremely pale but murderous faces in front of him.

"The Demon Legion is finally resurrected!"

Gru took a deep breath.

There was an indescribable emotion in his expression.

The three thousand people in front of them are all warriors who have made contributions to the desert country in the past.

But now, it has become a tool for Artes to fight for power!

It made him feel very uncomfortable.

The hatred of Artes in his heart has also increased a bit.

"Glu, are you still competing with me now?"

The voice of Artes came from the other side again.

The black cloak on his body seemed to blend his whole person into it, making it impossible to see his expression.

It's just a gloomy voice, which makes people feel a strong gloomy breath.

"For your father's sake, I don't want to kill them all!"

"As long as you withdraw from the competition and let me become the next pharaoh of the desert country, then I can keep you alive!"

Artes' confident voice came.

"Artes, don't be wishful thinking! Even if it's you, I won't let you, a country thief succeed!"

Glu clenched his fists and looked at the opposite side with great anger.

"Haha! This is your own death, so come on!"

"You are not a pharaoh now, you cannot get the inheritance of pharaoh."

"Besides, I still have a demon army of 3,000 people. I want to see it. It's up to you to fight me!"

Artus laughed wildly.

A unique heritage of the desert state.

Once he succeeds to the Pharaoh, he will have an incomparable power of faith.

But Gru is still his Royal Highness now, and he has no upper position.

Because he is now unable to obtain the inheritance ability of previous pharaohs.

But Artus is different.

He was the high priest of the desert country.

He carries the faith of the high priest of the desert country.

Comparing the two sides, set a verdict.

"Okay, I can't stop it, can I start a fight?"

6 Tianlong really couldn't understand the silly fork like Artes, so he hit it happily, insisting that it was messy here.

You just want to show your majesty?

"Looking for death! Six Tianlong, don't worry, today all of you have to die here for me!"

"Furthermore, I will lead a 3,000-person demon army to your Huaxia, when the time comes..."

"Shut up your stinky mouth!"

6 Tianlong interrupted him with a cold smile.

With a wave of his hand, a burst of terrifying energy burst out of Wen Tianhao and others behind him.

"and many more!"

Glu suddenly spoke up next to him, interrupting the order of 6 Tianlong to attack.

"Denron, no matter what, this is the devil in my Sha."

"This matter involves some problems between us."

"So, can you let me understand some grudges with this Artes first?"

Ge Lu turned his head to look at 6 Tianlong, and said seriously.

His father, Old Pharaoh, is still in the hands of Artes.

The three thousand warriors of the desert country were turned into demons by this bastard.

Artes is also ambitious to steal the country.

Because of emotion and reason, the hatred between Gelug and him is naturally the deepest.

"it is good!"

6 Tianlong nodded almost without hesitation.

At the same time, he took a step back and stood as a bystander.

"The warriors of the desert country are out!"

Gru stepped forward, raised his chest, and suddenly shouted.

"boom!"

Just around the corner, a team of thousands of people suddenly appeared.

All wore military costumes unique to the desert country.

From what it looks like, it should be the force of the troops that His Royal Highness has secretly controlled these years.

Moreover, these people are burly stature and firm complexion, and each of them is a strong man.

It must be the elite selected by Gelug for this day!

"Kill me!"

Without any nonsense, Gru glared and uttered three words, and the thousand troops suddenly roared in unison and rushed towards the demon army.

"Things beyond self-reliance!"

"Thinking that these people can resist my demon army?"

"Divided into three columns, the left general led the team to attack!"

A smirk flashed across Artus's face.

With a cold voice.

The original demon army of 3,000 people suddenly turned into three teams from left, center and right.

There are 1,000 people in each team, and one person stands in front of the team.

"Unexpectedly, these demon legions also know how to queue and form!"

Six Tianlong who watched the battle from behind frowned slightly.

The three demon legions on the left, center and right, the leader is naturally a demon general who will only appear in a thousand people.

According to Artes' current meaning, they are the left general, the lieutenant general and the right general.

I saw the left general wave his hand coldly, and a thousand people behind him turned around, turning the Death Scythe in his hand, shining coldly in the moonlight.

Directly rushed to the thousand troops of Gelug!

The two sides clash!

Fight together thoroughly!

Shattered!

Thousand people versus a thousand people was originally an evenly matched battle.

But when the two sides first touched, the defeat on Gelug's side suddenly became apparent!

These thousand people are elites, all of whom are carefully selected by Gelug.

Each one is a strong fighting guy.

But these demon soldiers of Artes are a group of monsters.

Although they have a low IQ of almost zero, they have extremely powerful combat capabilities.

Two thousand people are entangled together, almost covering the entire desert.

Angry shouts, shouts, screams.

The sickle cuts into the person's body, cuts the person's skin, cuts off the person's limbs, and resounds throughout the space.

The blood was soaring, and the strong smell of blood spread quickly.

The thousand men of Gelug had long been mortal.

So in the face of almost unilateral massacre, no one escaped, no one flinched.

They just stared with red eyes, and fought desperately with the thousand demon soldiers who didn't know what death and pain were in front of them.

They regarded death as home, and even made Liu Tianlong and Wen Tianhao awe.

It is a pity that on the battlefield, victory is not achieved through desperate efforts.

Just ten minutes.

Most of Gelug's thousand troops were beheaded.

The completely dead body lay there coldly.

There were also those who had not completely died, holding their incomplete body, rolling on the sand and screaming.

The scene before him is like purgatory on earth.

"Gelu, if you keep going, your 1,000 people will be over!"

6 Tianlong hesitated for a moment, and finally he reminded him softly.

Gru clenched his fists in front of him.

He also knows the situation now.

But can he back down now?

"The warriors of the desert country are out!"

He raised his head again and shouted again.

"boom!"

Another thousand troops appeared!

"Kill me!"

The battle begins again!

Artes sneered again.

Send General Right to lead a thousand-man demon army to fight.

The fierce battle begins on this battlefield!

"The warriors of the desert country are out!"

Grutong's eyes were red, his fists clenched, almost roaring.

"War! War! War!"

Another thousand troops appeared!

"Kill me! Kill! Kill!"

Ge Lu suddenly pulled out the long sword around his waist and pointed it at Artes!

Because before, 6 Tianlong has already fought with ten demon soldiers.

Know that ordinary injuries pose any threat to their disadvantage.

He also told Gelug about this.

Therefore, all of the three thousand men Gelu prepared were armed with spears or swords, just like ancient armored warriors.

Ordinary guns are useless to hit these demon soldiers.

Besides, once the opponent gets close, it will be completely useless.

So this battle is a clash of cold weapons!

The battle scene looks even more tragic!

The cruel battle continued, but one after another Ge Lu fell down.

The blood flowed, and almost the entire desert was dyed red.

An elite force of three thousand people encountered a demon army of three thousand people.

It completely turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The body of the ordinary soldier could not stop the attack of the death sickle.

Often a warrior's sword pierced the body of a demon soldier.

The demon soldier is not affected at all, and with a scythe in his backhand, he will completely kill the warrior!

6 Tianlong originally wanted to persuade.

According to this situation, it won't take long for the three thousand warriors of His Royal Highness to completely become the ghost of the demon army!

But after hesitating, he remained silent.

Just looking coldly at the battlefield where blood soared, killing intent was surging in his heart!

When the last of Gelu's men was hacked to death by several demon soldiers with death sickle.

Artes' arrogant voice finally sounded again.

"Hahahaha!"

"Gru, I said, in front of my demon army, your people are insignificant."

"give up!"

"Give me the throne of Pharaoh, and I will protect you from the prosperous life, how about?"

Gru clenched his fist tightly.

The body was shaking uncontrollably.

In the face of Artes' provocation, the highness of this desert country has nothing to do!

The hatred in his eyes was brewing.