Chapter 924 Abyss

"mythology figure???"

And when he heard the voice in the black smoke, the King of the North was even more horrified. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

Since being set up by Ye Fan, these days, he has tried his best to understand the past and present of Yuan Xing.

Among them, naturally we also learned about the power of the original star in the mythical era.

It was a time when entire galaxies could easily be enslaved.

"Didn't all the human races in the mythical age disappear? How come they still appear?" The King of the North was puzzled.

"There must be some left behind." A voice in the black smoke responded, like an old and knowledgeable old man: "Just like the roar, it is so powerful that it should not exist."

"Now what……"

boom!

Before the King of the North finished speaking, a huge fireball had already hit the city wall.

The next moment, the light blue fortress barrier lit up, followed immediately by countless artillery fire, elemental power attacks, and the brute force of giant beasts.

"This restriction cannot last long."

Such a scene made the King of the North feel terrified. It had only been a few hours since the war began, and his elite army was already in disarray.

"Let us out." A voice sounded again in the black smoke: "The methods of the Mythical Age must be fought with the methods of the Mythical Age."

"We can help you resist this blood sacrifice army."

"Why do you want to come out at any time?" The North King was dissatisfied, but this time, looking at the Lieyang army that had already arrived at the city, he really hesitated.

He went on a personal expedition, but he encountered such a tragic failure.

"You guys are really capable of..."

"Father, let's evacuate now." A voice interrupted the Northern King again. He looked up and saw that it was Lingbao who had retreated from the battlefield.

He was obviously injured, and the wound on his left shoulder was frighteningly deep.

Even the weakest of such a mythical legion is not invincible to Xingyao Gaoxing. In the battle just now, he almost died in battle.

"Didn't I tell you to sit back and watch the battle?" Seeing that Lingbao was so injured, the North King was also a little anxious.

"My father is leading the expedition in person. As the heir to the throne, how can I be so timid?" Lingbao replied.

"You." The North King was stunned, looking at the Lingbao in front of him, and for a moment, he was a little dazed.

"Father has no intention of worrying, it's just a minor injury." Lingbao urged: "The top priority is to preserve the remaining main force. There are still a large number of northern cities behind. After gathering together, we can look for a decisive battle."

"Yes." Lingbao's words seemed to be the finishing touch, suddenly waking up the still hesitating King of the North.

Victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists. This defeat was a defeat, but the power of the Northland was still there.

"It seems you haven't come out yet."

The North King spoke, turned around, and looked at the King of Life in the military formation from a distance, with blazing fire in his eyes.

"This world war has just begun."

Rumble.

Without the main force of the North King, the fortress was soon breached by Lieyang's legions.

"This is the fourteenth city."

King Ming rode into the fortress, and beside him, Duga, shrouded in a cloak, looked very excited.

"At this rate, the Northland will fall soon."

"When the north is unified, we will have more people and more mythical legions. Then we will send our troops south to defeat the Mingxin Sect and then capture Nanchuan."

"Unification of the world is just around the corner!"

"This duel cost tens of millions of Lieyang people." Listening to Duga's words, King Ming's expression remained unchanged. "I think our current strength is enough to unify the human race."

"King Ming, how can thousands of Xuanjia troops be enough to unify the human race..." Du Jia was dissatisfied. It was obvious that King Ming had no intention of continuing the conversation, so he had no choice but to shut up unwillingly.

The city is in ruins. In a battle of this scale, the casualties among the residents in the city are horrific. There are broken limbs and broken walls everywhere.

The Mythical Legion was not busy entering the city to collect resources or appease the people. They entered the city precisely for these broken limbs.

"Don't, don't eat."

On the street, a woman watched a monster with a horse face and a human body drag away her husband's body, crying and wanting to keep it, but what she got in exchange was the light of the weapon.

After the light passed, only a headless body was left lying on the ground.

"Now there's one more." Another monster walked over with a smile and also dragged up the headless corpse.

Scenes like this happened everywhere in this fortress.

Soon, the corpses in the city were collected together. This mythical army set up a large pot in the center of the fortress, boiled water, and then removed all the corpses, filled them with clothes, and brought various corpses. Rare medicinal herbs or spices were thrown in, and finally they were covered tightly with a lid.

At night, the bonfire was raised, and with the cheers of the Mythical Legion, the lid was opened, and a strange fragrance wafted out.

Human soup, this is the favorite ration of this mythical army. Everywhere they go, they will collect all the recently deceased humans to make this pot of human soup.

Fourteen cities were captured in the Northland, and fourteen pots of such soup were made.

"King of Ming, do you want to have a taste?" The Mythical Legion reveled around the bonfire, and Duga came to King of Ming, who was watching from behind, carrying a bowl of steaming soup.

"This bowl of human soup can increase your magical power if you drink it."

"Do you want to turn me into that kind of monster?" Mingwang asked, looking at Dujia coldly.

Duga didn't mind, just smiled, and then drank it by himself.

"King of Ming, are you still struggling with those millions of people?" Seeing that King of Ming never said a word, Du Jia asked after a long time: "Do you regret it?"

"It can't be called regret." King Ming shook his head and looked at the mythical soldiers in the distance holding their thigh bones and shouting like wild beasts. His eyes were a little condensed and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

"King Ming seems to hate his soldiers?" Looking at King Ming's expression, Duga smiled and said, "They are all sent by God to help you become the new king of men."

"Me? The new human king? Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe." I can see something.

He has entered the abyss to sacrifice the blood of thousands of people. Perhaps the next step is to sacrifice the entire human race.

"But it doesn't matter whether you are a human king or not, right?" Du Jia continued: "Anyway, King Ming did not raise an army just to be a human king."

"Isn't it your idea that your wife and children can live well in this troubled world? If it weren't for your daughter who wants to be a knight, maybe you haven't made up your mind yet."

"That's true." King Ming rarely agreed with Duga, but it was just one sentence. Then he stood up, looked at the mythical soldiers who were still reveling, and said coldly.

"After the Northland is captured, this army will be disbanded."

Snap, snap, snap.

The footsteps gradually faded away. On the same spot, Du Jia watched the King of Life leave, but his eyes gradually became colder.

"King Ming, why don't you understand yet?"

"The moment you embrace the abyss, you are destined to be with the abyss forever."