Chapter 1222: The Battle of Kamo - The Battle of Legions (Part )

In the First Army of the 27th Legion, the commander of the Holy Light Shield Legion, Names, looked at the Shadow Blade Legion as it began to charge, a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Let me offer a small gift to my mother and my God."

As soon as the words fell, countless silver cubes appeared in the air, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.

Sensing the fluctuation of space, the purple-haired black orc looked up and his face changed drastically.

"Bait!"

"It's actually a bait!"

Albert, a high-level dark blade warrior of soul, who was standing next to the purple-haired black orc, looked at the battlefield. The more than 2,000 humans lying on the battlefield were not illusory.

"It's really cruel."

"I can only fight."

Jamos, who was standing on the right, had a solemn look in his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

In an instant, the silver block quickly decomposed and turned into countless tiny silver light spots, condensing into figures above the ground.

In just a few breaths, more than 3,000 Holy Shield Warriors appeared on the battlefield.

Under the glow of morning light, the black fog surrounding the Black Orc Dark Blade Warrior was suppressed, and his body was oppressed to varying degrees, forcing him to devote part of his strength to resist this pressure.

Names came into the air and looked at the three high-level Black Orc Dark Blade Warriors standing in the air in the distance, with madness in his eyes.

With a thought, a golden shield appeared.

The next moment, the golden shield began to split, one into two, two into four, four into eight...

In just a few seconds, five hundred and twelve golden shields appeared beside Nemes and revolved around him.

At the same time, a thick purple-black fog emerged from behind the purple-haired black sub-orc, and figures walked out of it one after another, some in human form, some in orc form, and some in elf form...

Hundreds of figures appeared and gathered in the air, standing behind the purple-haired and black orc.

Looking around, the strength of every figure is at the soul level.

Namus looked at the purple-haired black orc, suppressed the crazy fighting spirit in his heart, put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly and said: "Namus Sainsbury, the 63rd commander of the Holy Light Shield Legion."

Seeing this, the purple-haired black orc bowed and saluted, and responded, "Cassellus, the 29th commander of the Shadow Blade Legion."

As soon as the words came out, the two figures disappeared from the spot.

Ten thousand meters in the air, Names and Caselles looked into each other's eyes.

One person saw madness in the other's eyes, and the other person saw determination in the other's eyes.

In an instant, hundreds of purple shadows of the Soul Level appeared around Names and launched an attack.

Five hundred and twelve golden shields glowed with golden light and transformed into sharp blades, slashing towards the purple shadow attacking Names.

On the ground, many Soul-level Holy Shield Warriors of the Holy Light Shield Legion took action one after another, and began to hunt down the Soul-level Dark Blade Warriors of the Shadow Blade Legion with a many-to-one combat strategy.

As long as the opponent's strong men are eliminated, the dark blade warriors below the soul level will be lambs to be slaughtered and they can do whatever they want.

"Jiamos, I will stop these three people. You take the opportunity to rescue some of the seed warriors and take them away." Albert looked at the three high-level Holy Shield warriors who were attacking them and spoke to them in a secret voice.

"I see."

Jamos looked solemn as he responded.

In this battle, whether the Shadow Blade Legion can continue to exist depends on whether these three people can fight desperately.

Cassius was stopped by the commander of the Holy Light Shield Legion. Albert was ready to stop the other three high-level Holy Shield Warriors with the determination to die. He became the only hope for the Shadow Blade Legion.

On the battlefield, under the siege of the Holy Light Shield Legion, more than a thousand Dark Blade Warriors were beaten into minced meat, and the result of the battle was that only more than a dozen Holy Shield Warriors were seriously injured.

As time passed, the First Army of the Dawn Wings Legion evacuated the battlefield, leaving the battle to the Shield of Light Legion.

"Roar--"

"Break it for me—"

"Break it!"

A low-level gold dark blade warrior kept hacking at the three silver shields at the cost of overdrawing his life, but only left a shallow mark on them.

Looking at the black orc who was gradually exhausted, the low-level gold holy shield warrior controlled three silver shields to imprison him, then flashed in front of the opponent, clenched his right fist, and punched through his body.

Looking down at his pierced chest, the low-level gold dark blade warrior felt himself gradually losing control of his body. He took a few steps back and finally fell backwards.

The black sword in his hand slowly slid down, and before it hit the ground, it was purified by the light of the morning light and turned invisible.

Coming to the body of the gold low-level dark blade warrior, the gold low-level holy shield warrior showed disdain: "Heretics, they all deserve to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver shield fell and smashed his body into a pool of meat paste.

After doing all this, the low-level gold holy shield warrior scanned the battlefield and began searching for the next target.

In the sky, several soul-level dark blade warriors were surrounded and killed, and their bodies fell to the ground, constantly undermining the morale of the Shadow Blade Legion.

Ten thousand meters above the sky, Cassellus gradually fell into decline, and the purple phantoms he condensed were constantly killed.

The damage that the phantom suffered when he died kept coming back to him.

More than eighty purple phantoms died, and the damage they carried was so severe that his body was on the verge of breaking.

"Hahaha, Caselles, you are the second person who made me fight so happily." Namus looked at the purple-haired black orc whose expression kept changing and laughed loudly, "After you die, I will remember your name for a hundred years."

"It is still unknown who will live and who will die."

The purple-haired black orc snorted coldly and continued to control the purple shadow to besiege Names.

Thousands of meters high in the sky, Albert fought against three people alone, and even though half of his body was completely shattered, he successfully allowed another high-level black orc soul, Jamos, to take away the seeds of the Shadow Blade Legion.

Looking down at the earth, there are only a thousand or so Dark Blade warriors left out of the tens of thousands. In less than half an hour, they will all be killed in the battle.

"it's time."

After whispering this, Albert forced back the three high-level Holy Shield Warriors and four mid-level Holy Shield Warriors who were besieging him at the cost of overdrawing his soul, and then flew straight into the sky.

A powerful force came from below, forcing Names to temporarily retract the golden shield that was attacking the purple-haired black orc.

"Caselles, the Shadow Blade Legion is now in your hands."

"Tell my grandfather I didn't bring shame upon him."

"See you in my God's kingdom, my brother."

"boom--"

A gust of wind swept around, shattering the clouds over tens of thousands of square kilometers.

Names, who was at the center of the explosion, lost consciousness instantly. Only thirty-three of the five hundred and twelve golden shields remained, and the rest were all shattered.