Chapter 2257 Gentlemen, slow down!

Seeing this scene.

Above the sky, the remaining second and third divine messengers were furious!

"Asshole! Trash!"

The second divine messenger said angrily: "Charge! Break the city for me! Charge in! We have delayed the great plan of the Lord of God, and we will never redeem ourselves!"

Boom!

For a moment, except for those monsters that had no intelligence and only knew how to kill, the other two-armed divine servants and four-armed divine servants went berserk and rushed towards the barrier regardless of anything!

In less than a breath.

The remaining black-armored monks were completely submerged. In the chaotic battlefield, only the ancient war song passed down from generation to generation faintly echoed in everyone's mind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless divine servants and monsters crashed into the barrier, shaking the huge city and causing ripples on the barrier to spread continuously, but the seemingly inconspicuous and weak barrier could never be broken through!

Visible to the naked eye.

Before the servants in front broke through, the servants in the back had already squeezed in. In the collision of the mixed divine power, blood and flesh flew everywhere. In the end, the pile of corpses was half the height of the city wall. There was no telling how many people were killed or injured!

"Useless trash!"

The second divine envoy had a cold face. Just as he was about to force his move, the divine power in the sky rolled again!

"God?"

He paused, looked up at the sky, listened attentively for a moment, and suddenly said anxiously: "We still have a chance..."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be a faint roar from the divine power.

"Yes! I understand!"

Even though he was unwilling, the second divine envoy still said solemnly: "Everything will be done according to the orders of the God!"

While speaking.

He looked at Wu Chengfeng again and said coldly: "It's good luck that you have defended it again, but..."

His eyes turned.

He looked at the huge city in the distance again and said calmly: "This is your last resort, right? Next time, I'll see how you can resist my mighty army!"

After that.

He looked at the third divine envoy, moved his body, and retreated without any hesitation!

Below.

Endless divine servants and monsters seemed to have received some kind of instructions, kneeling on the ground, with fanatical faces and constant praises.

"My God! Glory!"

"Glory! Glory!!"

Like a tide, after an unknown period of time, after leaving countless corpses, the divine servant army also completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Seeing this scene.

Wu Chengfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to speak, his body trembled, his face turned pale, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Forced to attack.

Killed four divine envoys.

For him at this moment, the burden was naturally huge.

"Chengfeng! Are you okay?"

A flash of green light, a hundred-foot-long flag fell under him, stabilizing his body.

"You...are too badly injured."

The childish voice inside the flag seemed a little sad.

"Everything is worth it."

Wu Chengfeng sighed, turned his eyes and fell on the top of the city, and said with a complicated expression: "Besides, my injury is nothing compared to his!"

On the top of the city.

Gu Han was covered in blood and was silent.

In the consciousness space.

The movement of the small sword did not stop, but it was much smaller than before, as if to remind him in this way that the crisis has not been resolved and he may fall into a place of no return at any time.

Why.

He was too lazy to think for the time being.

Looking at the piles of corpses outside the barrier, and the black-armored monks who lost their lives outside because they did not retreat in time, he suddenly said: "Just now, they had a chance to come in."

Hearing this.

The black-armored monks nearby were stunned and silent, with even more sadness and guilt on their faces.

After all.

It was they who personally locked their comrades, comrades-in-arms, brothers... outside and pushed them into death!

"Don't blame them."

A voice sounded.

It was Wu Chengfeng who came behind him at some point. Just when he was about to get close, he seemed to sense something from Gu Han and kept the distance at ten feet.

"The battlefield changes rapidly."

Looking at the tragic battlefield outside the barrier, he said faintly: "No one knows what will happen in the next moment, so we dare not gamble, and... we can't gamble. After all, if those things are allowed to enter the city, all our hard work will be ruined!"

Gu Han was silent.

"Just now."

After a moment, he suddenly said again: "Who shouted to close the city?"

"Xuanbingying, the third commander."

"Where is he?"

"..."

Wu Chengfeng was silent for a moment, his eyes wandered around the battlefield for a moment, and suddenly pointed: "It's there!"

Gu Han took a look.

Ten feet outside the barrier, a figure holding a broken gun, with a broken body and crisscrossed horrible wounds all over his body, stood in the blood mud, his eyes closed, no breath, and had been dead for a long time.

Fight to the death!

Die of exhaustion!

Gu Han's eyes suddenly narrowed: "What's his name?"

"Xu Youde."

"..."

Gu Han stopped talking.

Xu Youde, like Li Zhi, is an ordinary name, but... what they did is not ordinary at all!

The servant of God retreated temporarily.

The battle was also suspended.

Everyone finally had a chance to breathe, but Wu Chengfeng did not move, and the other black-armored monks did not move either.

"Grand Commander..."

The boy with the broken arm glanced at Wu Chengfeng and said sadly: "Are we still following the same rules?"

"Old rules."

Wu Chengfeng looked into the battlefield and said softly: "They are our comrades, brothers, Paoze... How can we let them live alone, far away from their hometown?"

"Give me the order!"

Having said this, he used a bit of his cultivation and said solemnly: "Bring back these robes who died in battle...!"

A silent salute.

The black-armored monks jumped off the city one by one and went outside the city to collect the corpses of those who died in the battle. If there were no corpses, they tried their best to find their identity tokens.

In silence.

The black-armored monks returned to the city one by one and hung up their identity tokens one after another.

The token is very light though.

But their movements were very slow. After all, each token represented a figure as majestic as a mountain.

"elder brother."

"Let's go too."

While whispering softly to himself, the boy with the broken arm also jumped down from the top of the city and hung up the identity tokens of the suicide squad members.

"Wanshen."

"Xingxun."

"Heng Kuan."

"Li Zhi."

"Xu Youde."

"..."

The city wall is huge.

It's big enough for everyone's ID tokens to hang there, and there's plenty of empty space.

The city is very small.

It is so small that even though it is more than ten thousand feet high and endless, it still cannot carry their short but heroic life!

Raise your hand slowly.

Gu Han saluted the identity token that covered half of the city wall.