Chapter 872 Victory! The glory that has been recorded in history!

‘Rumor!’

The sharp sword light mixed with the power of opening up the world swept past countless monsters. In an instant, the siege monsters within a radius of hundreds of meters on the right stopped moving at this moment.

‘Click!’

Thousands of heads landed at the same time!

Blood surging like a spring!

Snap instantly!

Complete instant kill!

The verdict of punishing angels is extremely fair and will never be favoritism. Whether you are a 1st-level skeleton soldier or a 14th-level ancient dragon, your life is uniformly cut off from the judgment of the super-large verdict sword.

‘Swish!’

Blood flowed into the ground from the extremely smooth sword of judgment, like the tears of a lover.

The appearance of the punishment angel seemed to shock these NPCs, which did not have any human emotions, and a kind of fear and deep fear appeared in their eyes.

"This 'higher god general'... is the one that the Chinese wings hit during the 'revenge of the Holy Hall clan'?" Di Valen shuddered, stood up from his position with a 'sweep', and his hands trembled slightly. Obviously, the strength of the high god general was much stronger than he imagined!

"China City... No, no, Yanhuang Kingdom, this time I really won. That's right, the Chinese wing used the fourth 'highest god general' among the 'six god generals', 10 million units... This is almost comparable to an elite combat unit of 10,000 people." The one who spoke was the brain of the 'Dark Holy See', second only to the second largest status of Divalen, and nodded heavily.

"High God General... Where did this thing come from?"

"No...I don't know, what I know is that we have really succeeded in founding the country this time..."

"It's more than just cruel! It's simply cruel!!"

Except for a few Zhang Mu's confidants or the guild bosses who are paying attention to Zhang Mu, the members are still full of mist. However, none of these matters. What is important is that in this defensive battle, the winning rate of Yanhuang Kingdom has been invisibly increased to 80% or even higher.

"Ha, I didn't expect that the twelve-winged angels could be promoted to the 'one-star general' at the most critical moment. Depending on the situation, it seems that I don't need to take action... cough... cough..." A man who looked inconspicuous was constantly coughing while speaking. Later, he grinned slightly and disappeared from the walls of Yanhuang Kingdom. He was also a member of Yanhuang Kingdom.

"Since the heavens don't destroy me, you will die." Zhang Mu rushed into the enemy group with a smile. This huge punishment angel with two pairs of wings can cause hundreds of thousands of units of damage to the siege army every second.

The strength of the high-level god general is equivalent to the total strength of the eight-armed general, and the war oly map multiplied by three!

"Brothers, our victory is decided... let's do the final defense."

After dozens of round trips of the enemy's crowd, Zhang Mu brought more than 2 million units of punishment angels back to the dilapidated Yanhuang Kingdom, where the city walls were in ruins. At this time, the number of Yanhuang Lords had completely recovered.

...

The ending of the story does not require any explanation.

The largest defensive battle ever, and the first time that broke out in the National War map, finally ended two hours later.

“This is a brilliant victory!”

"We won! We won!"

"Win!!!"

"Win!!!"

Cheers resounded throughout the sky!

At this time, a red sun rose in the east, and a golden light shone on the land that had just been baptized by a war.

At the same time as the red sun, there is also a row of bright red fonts in scrolling - "Historical Records - Heroic Calendar 021, Yanhuang Kingdom was officially established, becoming the heroic continent, the largest country in Enlos region..."

Just as millions of Yan and Huang children celebrated the success of the founding of the country, Zhang Mu quietly withdrew from the game cabin and came out of the game cabin with a pale face.

It is hard to imagine that a few hours of fighting made him look thinner.

"Huh, the founding of the country has finally been successful..." Zhang Mu leaned against the edge of the game cabin, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. At this time, Zhang Mu was really decadent, as decadent as he wanted.

"Brother! What are you doing here? Why don't you enter the game?" Fatty and others found that Zhang Mu was not in the game, and they all got out of their respective game cabins.

"I feel like my head... is a little... dizzy..." Zhang Mu grabbed his head with difficulty, and his legs became weak and he fell directly onto the fat man.

"Hey hey hey...brother...brother? Hurry! Ambulance!" The fat man panicked.

"Historical Records-In early May 2014, the first lord of the Yanhuang Kingdom, the twelve-winged angel, was exhausted due to excessive fatigue...

Two days later, a sunny afternoon—

"Damn, you have to exercise more! How can you be so weak at such a young age?" Mythshu walked into the special care unit with an oversized fruit basket in his arms. This was his first sentence when he saw Zhang Mu.

"Damn it, why are you here?" Zhang Mu was sitting on the snow-white bed and smiling at the mysterious wound. After two days of recuperation, Zhang Mu's expression had recovered from his original rosyness and his body had completely recovered. If Deng Jie hadn't been nervous about her husband, Zhang Mu would have been discharged from the hospital that day.

"Haha! The boss is sick, why dare not come and see me!" Mythshuo Gaga laughed wildly, walked over, and punched Zhang Mu hard in the chest, "You kid, don't fight like that next time! If you fight your body, what should millions of brothers from Yanhuang Kingdom do?"

"Don't worry, I'm in good health." Zhang Mu bit the apple with a smile.

"I'm in good health? The person who has been hospitalized has even said arrogantly that he is in good health." Another familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Big Ben! Amu! Huangquan! You are here too!" Zhang Mu looked at several men outside the door, ecstatic, and jumped up from the hospital bed.

These are the brothers who fight side by side on weekdays!

"It's not only us, but also someone, you must also want to see you." The Lord put down the gift box of condolences and turned around and shouted, "Lof."

"Lov?! German?" Zhang Mu stared at his big eyes and said with mist on his head: "My God, what happened in the past two days when I was not online?"

At this time, a man about 28 years old walked in with a smile.

The man was about 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned body, a hooked nose, and bright eyes.

"Are you a German?" Zhang Mu opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Yi, I love you very much, I can't live without you." When Löv said this with affectionate expression in half-baked Mandarin, Zhang Mu let out the apple pomace in his mouth with a "puff".

boom!

More than a dozen young people in the entire ward laughed.

"Ha...hahahaha..." Mythical wound fell on the opposite hospital bed with his belly in his arms, rolling and slapping the hospital bed, "Ha...hahaha...Idiot Lof...Idiot German guy was fooled! Hahaha!"

"Hahahaha, when I came here, Ashan taught Löw a few Chinese words and told him that this was used to comfort the patient..." The Lord suppressed his smile, his face turned red.

"Myth is hurt, you kid... wait for me!" Zhang Mu said annoyedly: "Dare to fool me, see how I deal with you after I am discharged from the hospital!"
Chapter completed!