"Shield Guard comes forward!"

The general waving the inscription sword ran at the top of the city wall. On the stretched wall section around, the Black God Cannon was charging, slowly lifting the muzzle, and the hysterical sound was still resounding.

"Bow--"

The uniform light soldiers stepped forward, raised their arms in the roar of orders, and the shiny inscription arrow pointed at the slowly coming figure below.

The sunlight slanted down from the west, and the slowly moving steps stirred up circles of dust and spread around. Xia Yi's other eye was slightly closed, revealing a scarlet redness, and his lips curled up a sneer.

Facing the countless figures in the city, at one moment, the left arm was raised, the crystal spread, and five arms broke open their sleeves and grabbed them into the air. The Qinglong Sword, Fang Tian Painting Salute, Snow Drinking Sword, Frost Sad Frost Flying over and fell into his hands.

The storm behind him completely dissipated, and countless weapons were suspended densely, reflecting the afterimage of the slanting west, shimmering, and then, slightly trembling, making a resonant sound, forming a buzzing sound...

The soldiers of Huishui City who were defending the city wall stared at the strange scene in the distance. The general who was shouting was also in the tremolo of the distance. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his eyes turned to the emperor who was being guarded in the middle.

Karutudas, surrounded by the guards, pursed his lips tightly and reached out to hold the hand of the eldest son holding the hilt of the sword beside him, "As a royal family, never do stupid things like charging into battle, let him come over!"

The sleeves of the robe with gold thread were swung open, and the old man issued an order: "Then, kill him!"

"Your Majesty has an order, kill!"

Bang bang bang—

Countless string sounds vibrated one by one, and black shadows rushed into the sky from the strings, intertwined, covering the lonely shadows that were gradually approaching below like black clouds.

When the first inscription feather arrow fell to the ground and the blooming explosion inscription was lit to the extreme, the slowly moving figure burst out with a loud bang under his feet, and the soil exploded, and the whole person rushed out like a cannonball, rubbing the rain of arrows falling above and crashed towards the most conspicuous position of the city wall.

"Shield!"

Thick tower shields lit up the inscriptions, stretched and linked together, forming a towering iron wall. The old man standing in the middle shook slightly, but his steps did not move at all. The three sons beside him looked at the rushing figures and pulled out their weapons one after another.

The flying figure reflected in the eyes, rubbing the air and waving red light, like a meteor roaring.

"Protect my father and take down the city wall!" Among the three brothers, Batuo, the most brave, roared and rushed to the front with the guards with powerful martial arts beside him.

In his ears, a violent whistling came from the air. He grabbed a big shield and gritted his teeth and pushed it up: "Repel the enemy, honor of the Northern Kingdom!"

Artoli unfolded the inscription armor on his body, held the inscription sword and blocked his father behind. The shield wall tightened to the extreme, and the heavy guard stepped on his feet tightly, and his whole body was tense.

In an instant, the "meteor" in front of him bumped into him and magnified his sight.

boom--

The "meteor" rushing at high speed hit the shield wall. In the huge and terrifying sound, the defensive inscriptions of the blooming shields twisted and broke in the blink of an eye. The next second, the shield contacted the red figure, burst and tear open in an instant, and lifted high towards the sky. Under the terrifying rush, the bodies of the defending people flew backwards and leaned backwards on their companions behind. As they squeezed, the bones of the human bones broke inch by inch, or the body was flattened directly in the sunken armor, and blood surged out under the covered armor.

The city walls that were hit and the battlements were bursting, and the broken flying rocks were scattered everywhere.

The formation of more than 2,000 guards, nearly 300 people in the first two rows were killed, and the guards behind were also affected by this terrifying impact. One by one, the soldiers were injured and spit out blood, falling from place to place. The third prince Batuo was originally on the front line. At the moment of the impact, his martial arts also blossomed to the peak. However, a huge force came, his vision deflected violently, and his body collided with countless people. When his vision was frozen, he found that he was pressed under the lost heavy guards. He wanted to climb out, his arms broke, and his hand holding the hilt was still not far from him lying in a pool of blood.

The fear of losing his arm was screaming out, and the corpses centered around him were piled up to spread ahead, while the soldiers guarding the city on both sides of the city wall were rushing towards this side, standing among the corpses, stepping out into the deep gully, rubbing the overflowing blood, and looking at the guarded emperor.

The latter breathed hard, looked at the other party's six arms, and suppressed the horror in his heart and wanted to speak, but the eldest son Artoli, who was blocking the front, made a sound first.

"Are you a creature of the plane I have conquered?"

On the opposite side, Xia Yi was still walking, walking past the roaring Batuo and shook his head.

The emperor also spoke behind his son: "Then my northern country has no grudge against you, why do you..."

Over there, Xia Yi opened his lips lightly, using the language of this world to interrupt him casually.

"Because I... am perverted, I will hit anyone I want."

"you!"

I wonder if I was answered like this, but I was so shocked that I couldn't say anything later. Karutudas covered his chest and took a step back, almost venting his anger. He was supported by the close servants beside him and did not fall down.

Artoli yelled: "Take Your Majesty down first!" Then he looked at the remaining general named Black Scale: "Kill him with me!"

At this moment, Xia Yi's figure rushed over, and the moon swung away, and the winding dragon patterns on the blade streaked across the light of the setting sun, and the howling instantly turned into a dragon's roar and slashed out angrily.

Artoli and Black Scales, who were originally carrying the offensive, suddenly stopped and turned into defense. The weapons scattered across their chests exploded, breaking into two pieces and flew out. The blade, which was unabashed, drew a semicircle in the sunset, pulled out a long string of sparks in front of the two of them, and then slashed at the bodies of soldiers behind them, and hit the walls together, bounced to the floor tiles.

On the ground, the two bodies that were flying had difficulty getting up, and their armor and metal on their chests were cut and deformed.

"Can a person like you conquer other worlds?"

Xia Yi lifted the dragon sword inverted, and the tip of the knife cut across the sticky blood on the ground, and also cut the rocks of the floor tiles. He stared at Artori who was struggling to get up, and knocked the other party's helmet away, revealing his blood-stained face.

"Your god Grash is just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong... he only chooses some planes that cannot resist her."

Artoli raised his face and gritted his teeth: "Talk the name of the gods, and you will die!"

"No...I've killed her once."

Xia Yi kicked him to the bottom and stepped on him. His eyes were bright red and a phantom of a knight with black armor dyed with blue flames appeared behind him.

"Xia Yi... gives him to me, and there are various painful ways to make him die."

The blade slowly raised, Xia Yi turned his face slightly, looked at the floating phantom, ignored it, turned his head and looked at Artori who was struggling to use the inscriptions in other parts of the armor to break free, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Don't be afraid, I won't torture you in such pain."

Artoli twisted and was about to raise his armor. The inscription flashed in his open palm for a moment.

The dragon roar sounded in the air first.

The blade cut off with a sharp edge, and the sharp knife cut through the flesh and blood, and the floor tiles were gone and splattered with gravel. Artori's head rolled onto the ground with a loud bang.

"Ha ha....."

Hei Lin covered his injured arm and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, staring at the rolling heads and eyes without blinking, and stopped at the groups of soldiers coming here, staring at the heroic invincible eldest prince, where his headless body was placed.

No one dares to step forward.

"Soon you will witness the death of Grash, and here will be a new god!"
Chapter completed!