God Emperor of Sword Domain

Chapter 1992 The Last Desperate Situation (Third)
the next month.

The Allied Forces of the Seven Realms used the space fault as a barrier to defend with all their strength, desperately resisting the attack of the undead army.

Every battle is extremely tragic.

Allied forces from other worlds want to evacuate every day.

World Master Xingtian almost begged, asking these allied forces to stay.

There is only one last hope left in Xingtian Realm, the last little hope.

Apart from waiting for Yin Jieluo to realize the mystery of the Heavenly Emperor rank, there is no possibility of turning defeat into victory.

However, as time passed day by day, there was still no good news from Jinlin Temple.

Not even a little news came out.

The more silent you are, the more hopeless you feel.

However, no matter how slim this hope is, it is the only light in the dark night.

The world master Xingtian can only hold on to this slim hope and hold on desperately.

Even if he no longer believes that any miracle will happen to Yin Jieluo, he can only lie to himself that there is still hope.

No.20 eight days.

The Necromancer Corps once again invaded the second space of Xingtian Realm.

And there is a dark sacred tree that penetrates the space fault and grows into this layer of space.

The Lord Xingtian tried his best to fight and stop.

A melodious soft voice, like a reminder, told him that the time left in Xingtian Realm was running out.

The Lord Xingtian yelled at the person playing the piano on the sky: "Shut up! Shut up!"

The Lord of the Cangyan World looked at him indifferently, and said indifferently: "Have you lost your composure to the point where you can't distinguish the sound of the piano from the voice? At this moment, do you feel the pain of the destruction of your homeland? Once upon a time, the Cangyan World was in the When you were reduced to ashes in your atrocities, did you ever think that I suffer as much as you do."

The Lord of Xingtian Realm roared: "You have succeeded now, are you satisfied? The Xingtian Realm is about to be destroyed in your hands, are you satisfied?"

"satisfy?"

A stern look flashed in the eyes of the Cangyan Realm Lord, and he said, "At the moment the Cangyan Realm was destroyed, I had already died with it. Everything that happened now is just atonement for the atrocities you committed in the past. Xingtian Realm is just a In the beginning, none of the seven upper worlds can escape!"

"what!"

The Lord of Xingtian roared angrily, and swung his sword to chop off.

The two sides fought together.

This time the undead army's offensive was extremely fierce.

Of course, when the three demon gods, the Demon Dragon and the Eclipse Demon Yuan, entered the second layer of space, the Allied Forces of the Seven Realms began to be defeated.

Lord Xingtian hurriedly sent his personal guards to Jinlin Shengjia to invite Yin Jieluo to fight.

However, Jinlin Shengjia directly lifted off, retreated to the last layer of space, and ordered the entire army to retreat.

The Lord Xingtian was furious, but he had no choice but to protect the army and withdraw to the last space.

He tried his best to keep the Xingtian Realm, and did everything he could, but he finally reached this point.

After half a day.

When the flames of war were extinguished, Xingtian Realm lost another layer of space, leaving only the last layer of space.

This layer of space is the last and smallest layer.

The size of this layer of space is less than one-twentieth of the Xingtian Realm as a whole.

On this one-twentieth of the land, tens of billions of Xingtian Realm civilians gathered.

More than half of the civilians in Xingtian Realm are here.

These tens of billions of civilians did not originally live here, but slowly migrated here after the war started.

If each layer of space is lost, the civilians in Xingtian Realm will be the first to move to the next layer of space.

Because the space at the forefront of the war is facing ruthless flames of war, these mortals who have not cultivated have no power to resist in such flames of war.

Therefore, these tens of billions of civilians are constantly migrating and migrating again.

Layer after layer of space migrated down, and finally reached the last layer of space.

This is the last barrier, and there is no way to retreat.

Once the last layer of space is lost, these tens of billions of creatures will also die in the flames of war.

Standing on the edge of the space fault, Lord Xingtian looked at the people standing in front of the temple, feeling helpless and guilty in his heart.

These ordinary creatures, like him, have flesh and blood and live on this land.

However, when the flames of war came, they had no power to resist.

All they can do is kneel in front of the temple and pray, or pray for miracles, or wait for death to come.

Those civilians kneeling in front of the temple put their hands on their chests, prayed devoutly, and sang a song together: "Our homeland was baptized in the flames of war... Our warriors never took half a step back..."

The singing sound spread out, causing countless people to respond in unison.

The singing is like lights, lighting up temporary villages one by one.

Those weak and helpless civilians gathered in the village, held their hands on their hearts, and sang to the sky together: "Our homeland was baptized in the flames of war... Our warriors never took half a step back..."

Thousands of voices, billions of voices singing at the same time.

The voice is like Hong Zhong Da Lu, like a galaxy rushing, echoing in the sky.

Hearing this Sanskrit singing, Lord Xingtian's heart finally collapsed. He knelt down in front of the space fault, propped his hands on the ground, and tears filled his eyes.

He knew that his people sang the unyielding war song of Xingtian Realm, and their last hope was entrusted in the song.

He knew that the last thing his people hoped for was the news that he, the world lord, could bring them victory.

However, when he heard the singing, he fell to his knees weakly.

Because, he knew in his heart that he alone could not stop the army of undead.

He broke down and burst into tears.

When hot tears fell on the rocks and stirred up dust, he no longer remembered how many years he had not cried.

At this moment, when Xingtian Realm was on the verge of destruction, he finally couldn't bear the despair.

When night falls.

The people of Xingtian Realm held the lights and continued to sing.

The singing echoed between heaven and earth, expressing their most pious wishes.

This night is not destined to be peaceful.

When midnight passed.

The time has come to No.30 days.

It is also the last day of the month Yin Jieluo promised.

After the Lord Xingtian cried bitterly, his emotions gradually calmed down, he calmed down, stood up, and walked towards the Jinlin Temple.

He wanted to see Yin Jieluo and asked about the final outcome.

He has experienced the collapse of his heart, and he can face it calmly. If the end is death, he decides to be buried here with Xingtian Realm and hundreds of millions of people in Xingtian Realm.

at the same time.

In the Jinlin Temple.

Yin Jieluo shattered the desk table with a "bang" and roared: "Sing, sing, sing... these lowly ants, they have been singing for a whole day, can they stop? Ah! Can they stop!"

At this moment.

Yin Weinu walked into the gate of the palace, and said respectfully: "Son of God, Lord Xingtian, please see me."

"See what? Let him go!" Yin Jieluo pointed at the door of the palace and roared loudly.

(End of this chapter)