My God and the Holy See

Looking at the door of space that suddenly appeared in the sky, the Seraph fell silent, the Moon Demon Lord fell silent, and everyone fell silent.

The old general Voltaire looked at the gate in the sky with a solemn face. After a while, he sighed, and a decisive light flashed in his eyes, "Guards, inform the telegraph soldiers. Send a telegram to the imperial capital, 'Three people appear again on the western front. Super evil disaster, the first line of defense on the western front has signs of collapse, please prepare for the second line of defense. It is best to fight for my lord! My Holy See, implement the light, and the evil will be killed!' Hahaha, die in battle The battlefield? This is the best destination for a fighter."

Voltaire laughed, laughed heartily, laughed tears, and finally turned into howling and crying. He knew that once he made this decision, the mixed regiments of the [-]st, [-]rd, and [-]th Divisions on the Western Front All the soldiers and generals in the world will die here.

My Holy See, implement the light, and the evil must be killed.

This sentence is not just talking, Voltaire is sure that under the guidance of the golden sword flag on a white background, the soldiers under his command will fight until the last drop of blood...

There was an imposing roar from the space gate.

A huge black stone heavy ax flew out from the gate of space and hit the ground fiercely, causing the ground to shatter in an instant.

After the veteran Voltaire and the Moon Demon Lord saw the ax again, their complexions became ugly.

What Voltaire saw was a dreadful ax, which had caused countless murders.

The ax of the Black Stone Heavy Ax is filled with a strong and extremely bloody aura, and it seems that you can see countless wraiths howling at a glance. It is certain that the owner of this ax is definitely a super strong man who has stood out from countless fights .

"Today is really not a good day. My mother has already gone to the main continent. I will meet the idiot Alba." Although it was a powerful reinforcement, the Moon Demon Lord rubbed his temples with a headache. Obviously, the Moon Demon Lord and the handle The owner of the magic ax has some friendship.

"Hahaha! Lana, I didn't expect to be so lucky that I would meet you as soon as I came out. Well, this is a battle? I can't do things that require brainwork. Lana, you tell me to beat whoever you want me to beat! "The wild laughter reminded me of the wanton extravagance of the tyrannical magic power, announcing the existence of its master.

He grabbed the heavy ax on the ground and put it on his shoulder. He glanced at Seraphim and Moon Demon confronting each other in the sky. The newly appeared Limo Lord licked his lips and showed a bloodthirsty smile.

Wave after wave of demons poured out from the portal behind the Lich Lord.

Pure, yes, pure LIQUIC!This newly appeared demon corps is the same as the ice demon corps that appeared in Sylnia, it is a corps composed purely of a single type of demon!

Alba the Lich Lord.One of the new 33 magic pillars in the prison plane, he is the number one powerhouse in the entire prison plane.

Just as the soldiers on the west line of Crois were silent, there was a familiar booming sound in the sky. The bird-hunting troops from Thures appeared above the battlefield at some point, and the bombs seemed to cost nothing. sprinkled.

"Boom boom boom!"

The bomb exploded and the war raged!

"Who sent the bird-hunting troops out!? How's the defense? Has the accompanying guard been dispatched?" Voltaire's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and shouted at his messenger.

Every dispatch of the troops sent by the Ancient Asia God Religion and Thures is the result of joint discussions between General Voltaire and many staff officers.While trying to maximize its effect, it can also protect these precious bumps in good condition.

According to the old general Voltaire's original plan.The veteran general in the decisive battle was not prepared to dispatch this team at all. After all, the decisive battle was too chaotic, and the treasures like fighter jets could still keep one by one.

The powerful action capabilities of the hunting bird troops have been fully demonstrated in front of old General Voltaire in the recent contact.

In addition to the recent offensive on Crescent Mountain, the Bird Hunting Troop also carried out several low-level disaster support tasks. The excellent capabilities shown by the Bird Hunting Troop in these operations made old General Voltaire red-eyed several times.

Recently, the old general's dreams at night are clamoring for the Holy See to buy some alchemy flying machines from Thres and the Ancient Asia God Cult.

"The accompanying guards are dispatched. Marshal. The captain of the bird hunting unit 'Lightning Snake' has something to tell you. He said that this is the last thing they can do. I wish us luck." A staff officer took over a soldier Handed over the note, walked to the old general Voltaire and said.

"The guards are dispatched? That's good..." Voltaire exhaled reassuringly, and looked up after dropping the bomb.The group of fighter jets gradually leaving safely in the distance.

The old general clenched his fists, scanned the officers in the military tent with sharp eyes, raised his hand and waved heavily towards the sky, "It's our business to come down... Boys, fight, for my lord!"

"Bright Glory!" xn.

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The brilliance of the morning light spread across the land, and the Crescent Moon Mountain area fell into silence. The smell of blood could be smelled from afar, and greedy vultures were circling in the sky.

Death is permeating here.

The corpses were piled up layer by layer, turning into mountains of corpses one by one.Blood was left from the mountain of corpses and gathered into bright red streams.

In the center of the battlefield, there is a mountain of corpses that is higher than the surrounding area. At the top of this mountain of corpses, there is another person panting!

It's old Voltaire!

Finally, the battle has come to an end, the entire battlefield, probably only the veteran standing on top of the mountain of corpses.But even veterans are about to step into Hades...

One of the old general's hands was cut off, and a blood hole was opened on his thigh, and the blood kept gushing out. He leaned against the golden sword flag on a white background, his eyes were cloudy, and he was already on his deathbed.

"Ahem... have you fought to the end? They are all good boys." The old general grasped the broken battle flag with his remaining hand, turned his head with difficulty to scan the battlefield, "Am I the only one left? But I It's almost here..."

Glancing at the Limo Lord and Moon Demon Lord who had stopped slaughtering in the sky, the old general turned his attention to the battle flag he was holding firmly, dyed bright red but still fluttering in the wind.

"As long as this flag is here, the soul of the Holy See will still be there!"

The only remaining hand firmly grasped the battle flag, the old general Voltaire slowly closed his eyes, and the blood-stained battle flag fluttered in the wind.

Fighting until dawn, Voltaire, the commander of the first defense line on the western front of Chloe, was killed, and all the soldiers on the western front line died in battle!

Limo Lord Alba raised his ax and was about to fly to the top of the mountain of corpses to cut off the unsightly battle flag, but was stopped by Moon Demon Lord Lana, "They are heroes, just like that, we have already won .”

Alba glanced at Lana whose hands were burning with purple flames, shrugged indifferently, and put the magic ax on his shoulders, "You are smart and listen to you."

Throwing down the purple flame in his hand, the strange purple flame spread to the entire battlefield, covering this land of death.

On the second day after the Battle of Crescent Mountain, an unbelievable news spread throughout the entire Shenen Continent through telegrams, causing a huge wave.

The western front of the Chloe Empire collapsed, all soldiers of the Chloe [-]st Division, [-]rd Division and [-]th Division were killed in battle, and Voltaire, the commander of the western front, died tragically on the battlefield! (To be continued..)