Chapter 409 He is dead

Colin of Iceland stood on the vast and chaotic battlefield, his eyes dull and his hands and feet stiff.

In the sky above his head, a dragon was flapping its wings, stirring up a strong wind, trying to raise its position.

But it had experienced many heavy blows, and more than ten spears and arrows of varying depths were inserted into its body, tearing its flesh and bringing it an unbearable weight.

The dragon scales were broken, dragon blood spilled on the ground, and the dragon wings were also torn, and the whole body was like a kite full of holes.

Wow!

It struggled in the sky, unable to reverse its downward trend. It only had time to make a wail, and then tilted from the sky to the ground!

"Run! Run!" At this time, Colin heard Martin's voice, distant and inconspicuous.

Boom!

The dragon fell to the ground with a bang, the ground trembled, and smoke and dust filled the air. Colin was hit and fell to the ground.

He sat on the ground, staring blankly, unaware that he was almost crushed to death.

Colin's sight just met the dragon's pupil.

The dragon was close at hand, closer than ever before, with steam coming out of its teeth and its breath blowing. He could feel the burning waves coming towards him.

The latter's life force disappeared rapidly in his eyes, the blood flowing out quietly gathered into a stream, and the flames deep in the dragon's pupils gradually dimmed and extinguished.

Nothing is over.

...

Black smoke rose everywhere on the battlefield, rendering this place like purgatory.

The Ego warriors fought bloody battles on the battlefield and killed all around.

The dragons swooped down to the earth, spewing flames, and their wings controlled the storm, driving the flames to sweep across the entire battlefield, turning it into a sea of fire.

The army of believers of the Church was like wheat straw, harvested in large pieces, died in large pieces, and sent a strong smell of burning into everyone's nose.

Even so, the knights of the gods continued to rush over. They rushed over in groups, risking their lives, fanatical and fearless,

[Demon Hunter Mark]!

The Knights of the Gods cast spells at the same time.

It was as if a pair of ruthless eyes opened in the void, staring at all targets.

This spell can not only locate, but also improve the hit rate.

"Eyes of the Gods! Guide the direction! Glory of the Gods! Give me divine power!" The Demon Hunter Knight tightly grasped the short spear, and the whole body armor emitted a dark light, and the short spear also emitted a sharp breath.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

More than 30 short spears shot from the ground to the sky, rushing up! These are all the units of the Demon Hunter Knights stationed in the Immortal Fortress.

[Power of Chaos]!

The Witch of Egg, Geouin, took action.

She recited an obscure spell, interfering with the spells of the Demon Hunter Knights, causing most of this round of attacks to fail.

A dragon that just swooped down endured several short spears and almost fell. It swung its dragon neck, and flames swept out.

Another sea of fire rose up, covering the demon hunters!

"Ah!" A demon hunter was the first to bear the brunt!

The dragon flames of the greatest power burned his whole body, making him feel the horror of the rapid temperature rise. Although the extraordinary metal had a magic resistance effect, the scorching heat penetrated the metal and quickly melted his flesh, causing him to scream in the armor!

On another battlefield.

The judgement knights wearing blood armor rushed on the battlefield, invincible.

It was useless for any naked warrior to come, whether it was a mid-level or high-level warrior. Facing multiple judgement knights, as long as they were naked, they would only die.

The judgement knights who once brought nightmares to the valley warriors wore heavy mountain copper armor, and their war horses were also fully armed. They waved three to five meters long lances and harvested lives very quickly.

Whether it was the first level or the third level, any flesh and blood body without protection would only have one end when it hit the spear blade of the judgement knight!

Wherever they passed, pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and no one was able to stop them!

Until the Judgment Knights encountered the Berserkers - the Axe Guards who were fully armored, tall and burly, and each of them held an axe weighing thirty to fifty kilograms.

They all drank the secret potion of Ego, which was made from poisonous mushrooms and could enhance strength and relieve pain.

Behind them, the witch of Ego quietly chanted a spell.

[Power of the Storm]!

A group of Berserkers stood here, and the secret potion briefly turned them into killing maniacs who knew no pain, were tireless, and were extremely bloodthirsty.

And the spell of the Ego priest made the axe blade made of dragon steel fade and turn red, up to hundreds of degrees.

"Power of the Gods! Judge evil! Light of the Gods! Kill evil!"

[Judgment of Blood]!

The Judgment Knights also used spells, and all of them were covered with a layer of blood light, as if forming a magical halo.

Its posture is extremely cold and ruthless, which can bring great fear and trembling to the enemy. If mortals look at it, they will see the surging sea of blood.

At this time.

Alex, the King of the North, stood on the high platform and blew the dragon horn to Ego!

...

It is Mid-Autumn Festival now. Summer has passed, grain has been harvested, and the autumn is clear and refreshing.

It is time to fight.

The world of gods launched an attack, and the world of dragons blew the horn and resolutely fought.

In the north of Tiehua County, outside the wall of the Immortal Fortress, a large land became a battlefield.

In the 16-9 book, the correct version!

This is a terrible fight.

It is difficult to calculate the number of people involved.

Those who are in it only know that people die in this battlefield all the time.

Either being hacked to death, burned to death, stabbed to death, or shot to death...

Dragons are no exception...

Colin's mouth and tongue were dry, his hands were shaking, and his vision became incredibly narrow. He could not see anything. There was only one thing in his eyes - he looked at the dead dragon. It took him a long time to realize what happened. He rolled and crawled away from the dragon corpse that had just died and was still emitting heat.

Ah! Ah! ! He took a deep breath, tears streaming down his face for some reason, and felt that his heart was grabbing his throat fiercely.

He felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to scream hysterically, but he couldn't.

The cruelty of the battlefield was directly exposed in front of him!

Horns, high temperatures, thick smoke, melee, shouting, burning smell... All the information was impacting his brain, and everything was pressing towards him in an instant!

Mom, save me! Mom! Mom! I feel so uncomfortable!

A pulling force came from behind, and Colin was dragged more than half a meter away.

Colin turned around and saw Martin's face full of pus, showing resentment. He just wanted to get by, but seeing the panic of the young man, this nominal commander reminded him of his child who died on the battlefield. He wanted to pull him out and drag him away from the vortex of war, but half a bloody pitchfork suddenly pierced his chest, taking away all his mobility.

Colin saw Jaeger being disemboweled, and the noseless man slumped on the ground, trying to stuff the dusty intestines on the ground back, unaware that there was a figure behind him who wanted to swing a weapon;

Colin saw that little Ailor had already fallen in a pool of blood, and the unfortunate child didn't know how he died;

More people died here.

More tribal slaves like him.

The corpses he saw were just a drop in the ocean on the huge battlefield.

Only those extraordinary units were still fighting to the death, with a strong fighting will and no fear of life and death. They were the core of the battlefield.

But countless small people were ignored. Like a blade of grass, harvested, and tortured, he was completely reduced to a foil on the battlefield.

Colin looked at it blankly, and before he could stand up, a scimitar chopped him down.

The whole world was split in two in his eyes.

He was dead.

The smell of death on the battlefield became stronger and stronger.