Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1673 Chaos Returns
Missing a hit, the pupils as huge as a city gate slowly closed.

Then, within a few seconds, the mutation happened again. The figure that was still plump and bright red just now suddenly seemed to be sucked clean from a bag of soda, until it withered into a piece of gray dead skin.

After a moment of dead silence, a dark purple devil's hand suddenly protruded from the inside, like the owner's house opened the curtain, Ozma tore off the dead skin, and walked out calmly.

He coldly looked down at the many pretenders kneeling below, and slowly raised a demonic smile at the corner of his mouth.

After more than 600 years, he came back, this worthless world, is it ready to meet the real chaos?

Although Ozma still maintains most of the human posture, his stern cheeks covered with magic patterns, sharp claws, horns on the top of his head, ferocious devil thorns protruding from the surface of his skin, and a pair of devil thorns behind him Wing... everything is showing the perfect posture of his current demon body.

"I was noticed, but it's okay."

Ozma withdrew his interested gaze, and the tens of thousands of pretenders who were kneeling underneath also stood up at this moment. They roared to the sky in a fanatical posture, mixed with the noise and roar, and spread outside the Chester area .

A thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the sky, thick clouds swirled together, dazzling red thunder flashed, and the black pressure covered the sky and covered the earth.

"Astros, Berias, Taimat?!"

Ozma summoned his knights, but there was no response.

He frowned, and looked around the entire black land. After his rebirth, he saw all the dead ends at a glance. He was loyal and defended the God of Chaos. Now, none of them have disappeared.

Taimart and Belias can still understand that they should have failed to break through the human line of defense before, especially in the presence of the strongest trial blade... But Astros, who is best at stealth assassination, why today? Chaos came again, and she disappeared?

Could it be that Astros also suffered misfortune.

The army of pretenders has been assembled, and he will lead it personally, which will inevitably make this hypocritical world pay the most painful price, but the loyal and sincere Dark Three Knights are not by his side, and Ozma has a moment of contemplation.

Could it be that he is doomed to be severely mocked by fate, whether it is relatives and friends around him, or his former lover and current subordinates, they will all encounter misfortune in the end.

Thinking of this, Ozma's eyes suddenly flashed a fierce look, fate... Hehe, let me end everything by myself, turn the whole world into chaos, and then see if there is any "fate" left. Word.

The apostle "Michel" who is hostile by fate has fallen, and the blade of trial that pierced the apostle's heart will break him.

"Lord Ozma..."

Among the army of pretenders, came two illusory "ghosts and gods". One was as tall as a cow, with one eye covered with a blindfold, and the other bound his hands, his white hair stained with blood.

"Karenin, Leonit...it's a relief to see you all." Ozma smiled comfortably, borrowing the power of another self, even if Kazan didn't need to be revived, he forcibly broke free The chain seal of the underworld.

Now that he can see two old friends from the past after waking up, he suddenly misses the past for a moment.

In the disaster of the mad dragon Hess, he and Kazan went to the front to find the source of the disaster. General Karenin and his adjutant Leonit led the army to intercept the countless dragon army.

But the memory is just a thought, and it's just a momentary thought.

He has completely abandoned the past!

The city of Eloreno, which had been turned into ruins, suddenly rumbled. A huge centipede with a body length of one thousand meters walked on the ground with potholes, and its scales rubbed against each other to make strange noises. Lifting his body in front of him, three pairs of eyes were shining with a gloomy and cold light.

The huge head has partially mutated, and at the top of its head, the shell naturally forms a bone throne, bowing its head respectfully to Ozma.

"The original pretender, Embinol, my friend..." Ozma walked towards the head of the giant centipede as if he was on the throne, and sat down slowly, very satisfied with the obedience of the other party.

"Unfortunately, Master Kazan's resurrection plan failed." Karenin was very unwilling, he was extremely eager to see General Kazan again.

It is his great honor to ride the battlefield with General Kazan!
"Kazan... my best friend, I wonder if you still insist on your stupid choice after so many years in the underworld."

Ozma snapped his fingers casually, because the underground lava in the Chester area was boiling, resulting in the harsh environment of volcanic ash, suddenly like the power of a saint to divide the sea, they automatically separated to both sides, revealing a "clean and clear" road .

The end of the direction pointed by the road is his failed plan that was thwarted by Michelle and the mysterious woman more than 600 years ago... The capital of the Perus Empire, Vetalon.

Just as Embinor's writhing body was leading the army of pretenders to move forward, somewhere in the ruins of the black earth lay the corpse of a patient with a dilapidated ghost hand.

His bright red and twisted ghost hands seemed to come alive, with many red blood dripping out, and a shadow of ghosts and gods with extremely violent and violent breath emerged from it, staring at the direction where the army of pretenders left.

"Ozma, my dear friend..."

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First, the black earth collapsed, and then the volcano in the Chester area erupted, turning it into a land of ruins stretching for hundreds of miles. There was thick smoke billowing all day long, and there were few people inside.

The Holy Order has always been patrolling and deploying defenses nearby, and the empire's legions, including reinforcements from various places, are also pulling a defensive front in a large area.

As for when it will return to the normal state of the past, no one can guess the exact answer. If I have to say it, I must make sure that all the pretenders inside are dead.

But no matter how you think about it, it seems a bit too far-fetched. The concept of a pretender is written in textbooks.

The "pretender" seems to have become something similar to a cold. Because it is too familiar, it is really hard to imagine that it will disappear completely one day.

The soldiers guarding the direction leading to Veltalon are the most, and all of them are well-equipped and well-trained, because the relationship involved is of great importance and cannot be sloppy.

One of the centurions took advantage of the spare time between shifts, lit a cigarette for himself, puffed, and couldn't help complaining: "The aristocratic gentlemen sing and dance to make peace and enjoy wealth and wealth. Let's put this dry watch, Not much extra allowance has been given.”

"Come on, think about the good, at least it's not a war now, and no one will die." Another centurion asked him for a cigarette, and just as he was about to light it, the ground under his feet suddenly shook.

Accompanied by the violent friction sound, the barracks began to tremble like an earthquake, the sky, the earth, and everything in front of them were cast in shadow, as if the centipede that was about to cover the whole world blocked the sun's rays with its body.

The soldiers who had interesting training were suddenly filled with fear, and their bodies almost convulsed from fright. Such a huge monster was no match for human power.

Ozma looked indifferently at the humble ants fleeing for their lives on the ground. They were similar to the past, but they were not.

The standard armor of the empire is the result of the improvement of the equipment of the former Perus Empire, and there are still some shadows of the ancient empire in the past.

"Unfortunately, the end of the Perus Empire is not in my hands."

The Empire's 3000-strong garrison suffered heavy losses with Embinol's tail flicks, not to mention the swarming army of pretenders behind them.

Except for some guys who grabbed the horses and were still running away, the others were overwhelmed by the pretenders, and after a short time, they stood up again covered in scars and became a member of the pretenders.

The massive pretender army's attack naturally attracted the attention of defenders in other regions, including some Xuzu anti-magic groups and priests.

If it is said that when they saw Embinor's huge body, they could barely accept it in terms of cognition. After all, the sky-veiled behemoth roamed the continent of Arad. In contrast, Embinor was just a caterpillar.

But when they stared at Ozma on the throne above Embinor's head, they all showed shocked and incredulous expressions, because everyone now knew that Ozma had been killed by Yelin.

Legend has it that the apostle Ozma's title is "resurrected from the dead", so he cannot be resurrected again because of this!

(End of this chapter)