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Chapter 580 0577: Giant Beast

Bedi continued to meditate in the wilderness.

Even though he knew that he might die on the battlefield, his heart was still calm. His timidity had been blown away by the breath of the old god, but the icy star he glimpsed in the hallucination was firmly engraved in the depths of his mind...

Everything is silent, only myself is left around.

Countless prayers fell into the land of Palotusbi, just like the ripples made when the dew on the tip of a leaf fell. The ripples washed away and moved away towards the mountains.

Beddy seemed to become part of the wind.

The old god took his thoughts to the distance, galloping along the rugged mountain road, flying past the white snow...

He sensed something in meditation.

A being that could answer his prayers.

Bedi's tightly closed eyes relaxed slightly, but still did not open, and the sound of prayer echoed in his heart.

The outline became more and more clear, and he could even seem to hear the other party talking.

He said.

Quema, did you hear something?
……

Someone touched Beddy's shoulder, and his consciousness was pulled back from afar, and Shuofeng rubbed his skin exposed outside the armor.

The illusion of the wind god McGill is shattered.

"Sorry buddy, I shouldn't have bothered you."

The strong man is ready to go.

He nodded apologetically, and handed over the armguard with the noisy sound of steel rubbing against each other. "The dogs from Southern Xinjiang are biting us. We will see blood within half a day at most."

……

The top of the tundra, overlooking the mountain road.

Bartley stepped on the new mount, the bone winged beast was very restless, and it took a long time to adjust the seat lock to fix it.

He held the issued frost iron spear and wore a set of standard armor.

Meng has already stepped on the wolf, staring at the city-state coalition army that is flooding in the distance.

Snow led the Thornton Kaya wolf forward.

Among a row of wild-haired Fei wolves, there were some huge beast heavy cavalry, as well as mixed cavalry like Batley.

They took advantage of the terrain, but frowned.

Crossbows and magic chain bullets roared past, different lights and heat stirred everything around, and also illuminated the soldiers' muddy faces.

Pairs of eyes were fixed on the advancing enemies in the cloud.

What they are really afraid of is the Heili cavalry.

The desire of the city-state coalition forces to pursue was not strong, because Nansen knew that Meng would definitely stay and fight with him.

If you want to protect something, you must pay a price.

Abyss monsters appeared on the bare black land of the snow-capped mountains, and the fiery scarlet magic flickered on and off, standing among the crowds of the Iron Legion, like sculptures symbolizing death.

Nansen was wearing a black armor and raised his steel armguard.

The magicians of the Pistonk Empire began to chant, and deafening roars came from the chests of the giant beasts. It seemed that something more terrifying was about to come.

Pistonke is the only kingdom in the southern border kingdoms that can compete with Norin.

And its most elite unit, the "Heili Cavalry", can be called a nightmare on the battlefield.

Mon has heard stories about it.

He also knew that hei li cavalry was definitely not in the strongest state in front of him, and he had a premonition telling himself...

When the chanting is over, even if the opponent only has five hundred iron cavalry, his chances of winning will become very slim, and it will be difficult to even escape.

Everyone, including Meng, felt their hearts throbbing.

Fear spread from the back, and everyone felt a sense of urgency, so Meng ordered to charge.

The suppression of arrows and magic continued, and the beasts roared down the hillside.

The howling of the Fei wolf was very short, as if approaching the city-state coalition army from a slowly falling night.

Bartley was waiting quietly.

He saw the rider "collapse" downward like peeling snow, and after a few breaths, the edge of the collapse came before him.

Batley adjusted his sitting posture, clutched the cold spear, and then fell down.

They rushed down the hillside, the vibrating sound of their mounts was like a drum, there were constant magic explosions around them, the mud was flying, and heavy beasts and human corpses flew up.

The horror of war took his breath away.

The layers of backs are like a dense forest mixed with fishy smell, and every soldier who falls into it is just a lost soul.

Until the first ferocious city-state soldier appeared on his face...

Batley almost subconsciously sent out the spear, the enchanted blade broke through the wind barrier, passing through the opponent's throat and taking a life at the same time.

"call……"

He finally breathed out, his heart was pounding, and he continued to move forward.

The chaotic battlefield is pitch black and bright red. When the fighting becomes intense, even the glaring red can no longer be distinguished.

Meng waved the feather blade like a broken bamboo.

However, the city-state coalition forces obviously began to target him, and various heavy cavalry formed a surrounding formation, trying to trap the wolf that was emitting black mist.

If Meng pulls away and wants to leave, no one can stop him.

But he could only continue to swing his weapon and move forward bravely, letting a stream of blood splash on himself and the wolf.

Snow and the wolf rider rushed into the battle, and the explosion of magic became more frequent and intense.

The collapse of chaos drew squares in the air, and the terrible magic tore apart the living flesh.

The army led by Meng could only deal with the city-state coalition forces, but was unable to break through the final barrier, and there was an insurmountable gully between them and the Heili cavalry.

He could even see Nansen's gloomy face.

Swinging spears, greatswords, criss-crossing armor and screaming beasts form a colossal war machine.

All life is a torrent in which fear brews in the cold north wind.

Nansen waved his hand and held down the saber.

The magicians were ordered to move their crystal nuclei and call out to the scarlet depths, while the giant beasts bound by iron chains let out even more shocking roars.

A light array unfolded on the ground, covering an extremely wide range, covering all the giant beasts of the abyss in the blink of an eye.

A more complicated and huge formation of light also appeared at a position two people above the ground.

Finally, above the heads of the giant beasts, the third round of magic circle was swept away like a cloud after an explosion, and the scarlet rays of light criss-crossed.

The magic circle suspended on the top of the Heili cavalry slowly rotated, and the patterns that made up the magic nodes became more magnificent and denser.

Terrible coercion descended on all sides.

Abyss monsters crawled on the frosty ground, their thick limbs smashed into the soil, like a siege cannon with a fixed support.

Their deformed and huge heads are lifted up, facing the sky in a distorted posture, surrounded by three rounds of magic circles of different sizes, with their mouths wide open.

There was a resonance in the depths of the black and bright red throat, and red mist overflowed from the mouth.

Bang, bang!

The steel chains as thick as waterwheels snapped into powder.

What was bound around the neck of the giant beast also seemed to be the product of some magical ritual, and it was now broken.

More than a dozen abyss monsters quickly dissolved.

A thick black-red fog enveloped three huge halos of magic circles, and the giant beast inside had disappeared. It wasn't until a beam of red light visible to the naked eye flashed that the monster gradually revealed its true face.

Its four horns pierced through the mist.

That thing looks like a straight-forward minaret, black as steel, engraved with cumbersome inscriptions, and each one is as big as three carriages connected end to end.

(End of this chapter)