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Chapter 581 0578: The hand reaching into the grave
The scarlet mist is quickly dissipating, and the terrifying black figure is moving its thick neck.

Meng gave the order to retreat without the slightest hesitation.

There is no way to stop the monsters from coming, all they can do is to let more people survive.

The dark red faded, and two hill-like limbs fell from the shadows. The thick cuticles were floating with dark red, and the dark surface was like magma that "breathed" continuously after cooling.

The Thornton Kaya cavalry retreated in batches.

Bowmen and ranged magicians poured out constant fire to buy them time.

The smoky tundra was instantly covered by a layer of shadows moving in the air, and rain-like attacks covered the formation of the city-state coalition forces.

Countless soldiers fell down, and it took a few breaths for the surgical shield to stand up.

Even though the city-state coalition suffered continuous casualties, it did not delay for too long.

This group of animals wearing horned helmets had a terrifying will, and even resisted the attacks from all over the sky, biting the tail of the cavalry, as if the black cavalry behind them had become their belief.

The literacy and combat effectiveness of the military city-state are reflected at this time.

A strong sense of crisis permeated everyone's hearts, and the cavalry paid a huge price to retreat from the mountain of corpses and blood, but even if the team gathered, they did not have the slightest sense of security.

After Meng rode the wolf and exploded with powerful fighting power, his attention was always on the giant beast.

The monster's head is like a giant gate standing in the canyon, and no organs of the abyss giant beast can be seen.

A bright red crack appeared and extended, and the dark fangs separated up and down, turning into a huge mouth of the abyss.

The air was distorted by the terrible temperature, and in the hazy gunpowder smoke, four pointed horns pointed at the fleeing Thorn Kaya army.

The hearth is heating up, ready to go, and a torrent rises from the earth.

Meng waved his feather blade and shouted something, the light curtain and the shield formed a prototype on the cold and windy mountain, and everyone was running desperately...

The riders felt the scene suddenly dim in their peripheral vision.

Immediately afterwards, a soaring torrent whizzed by itself, and the high-temperature magma engulfed the black rocks, as if a steel storm was stirring the sky.

Rumbling--

A loud bang followed.

The roaring time was short, but the tinnitus and confusion lasted for a long time. After the dust fell to the ground, the balance of victory and defeat had completely tipped over.

A dozen Fei wolves were buried in the magma, and the scorched smell and blood were evaporated by the high temperature. In just a moment, nearly a hundred soldiers were lost.

The Abyss Behemoth sprang into action, and a huge shadow crossed the Shield Wall.

Hot magma dripped from the corner of its mouth, and the pitch-black rock formations mixed in it seemed to come from another dimension, and it would dissolve and dissipate after a while.

The Heili cavalry began to advance, and the city-state army rushed up the hillside after a short rest.

The shields supported by Thornton Kaya's army were scattered by the giant beast's roar, smoke and sand covered everyone's backs, and Feilang and the guards crawled out first.

Meng is well aware that:
During the encirclement and suppression, Nansen didn't use the strength of the Heili cavalry at all. In his eyes, the city-state coalition army and Thornton Kaya army were just toys, and they couldn't even raise their spirits.

Meng had no time to regret, so he could only grit his teeth and organize a retreat.

A gap was blown out of the oblique surface under them, the giant beast was still moving, its footsteps were slow, and every time the ground trembled, it was an incomparably clear death bell.

The loss was not too heavy, and the shocking roar broke the balance.

There is a disparity in strength between the two sides, and there is no point in fighting.

Meng led the remnants of the army to flee to the desolate and rugged snow field. The front line was dragged quite long and narrow, and the men and horses behind were broken by the city-state coalition forces that were forced up.

He gritted his teeth and retreated cruelly, choosing the latter between annihilating the entire army and abandoning his companions.

The fire was burning in his chest, and all kinds of emotions were torturing his nerves—it turned out that putting the big picture first was such a cruel thing.

Meng didn't even have time to hesitate.

Snow's shoulder was pierced by a barbed steel crossbow, the blood couldn't be stopped, and the other lieutenants were also killed. The Fei wolves barely stood up, and the survivors could get as many as they could, and finally they could only leave with hatred snow slope.

Bartley's ribs were broken by the gravel, his hands were entangled by the reins, he lay prone on the bone winged beast's back and vomited blood continuously, and in a daze he withdrew from the battle zone with the large army.

They fled northwest for more than ten miles along the mountain road.

……

Bedi was thrown into the air in the chaos, and it was uncertain whether he was knocked down by the beasts of the city-state coalition army, or the mud slide under his feet caused him to lose his balance.

In short, within a few breaths of the roar, the snow slope has been melted by magma.

The infantry formation where Bedi was located was dispersed by the aftermath.

The dilapidated slopes around them overflowed with a black tide, occupying the top of the hill in a very short time.

The city-state coalition forces were overwhelmed by their numbers and the threat of giant beasts.

Groups of soldiers in horned helmets began mobbing the survivors, a brown banner planted beside the corpse.

Bedi rolled away until the snow and sundries buried him. He was unable to move due to exhaustion and heavy objects. He could only watch helplessly as the southern Xinjiang people occupied his original front.

First anger, then fear.

He suddenly realized that he was trapped behind enemy lines, and the experienced imperial army would never forget to "clean up" the battlefield.

Death is only a matter of time.

Beddy curled up, but felt something approaching, the terrifying roar seemed to be something echoing in the cave.

First the terrible shock...

Then four majestic horns like spires protruded from the slope of the snow slope, and heavy and huge limbs climbed up, destroying everywhere they went.

Beddy even felt the snow on his back melting.

The broken ground couldn't help tossing anymore, more permafrost loosened, huge boulders mixed with countless corpses, forming a small-scale avalanche.

The behemoth still did not change its pace in the chaos.

However, Bedi was buried in a deeper place by the darkness. Many bones in his body were broken in the encounter just now, and the severe pain forced his chest cavity from all over, making him unable to breathe.

There is a gap, and there seems to be a supporting area in the middle, otherwise the impact alone would kill him instantly.

Cold wind and light are sent from the crack.

Bedi opened his swollen eyes, and he could see the feet of the city-state coalition army and the Heili cavalry walking across the line one by one...

I don't know how long it took, but the world became much quieter.

Heavy loads appear to be weighing on a wrecked chariot.

Beddy's eyes could still be opened, but his body could no longer struggle to crawl out of the darkness.

His aura gradually weakened, the blood of countless people began to fill the gap, the light became very weak, blood loss and burial blurred the time, it might already be dusk outside.

The weight beside Bedi shifted, the heavy chariot was crushed, the stiff corpse rolled in the mudslide, and he numbly followed the land for the final collapse.

Darkness piled up from all sides.

Corpse, buried alive.

Bedi saw the prophecy of the old gods.

The last tears flowed from his miserable body, allowing death to manipulate it into what it wanted.

The avalanche draws to a close.

He prayed one last time, in the bottom of his heart, expressing his longing for that homeland.

……

The heaviness becomes clear, the cracks disappear, and the air is pushed out by the weight.

Sudden……

A hand wearing a leather protective gear reached into the soil, with such force as to break a bamboo, with a clear goal, and precisely grabbed Beddy amidst the corpses!

up.

Dirt and death slipped from his shoulders.

Brady was bathed again in the golden sunset of Palotusbi.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, his blurry vision drifted for a long time before focusing, and what he saw was a young man with a face from Nanjiang.

Then it became clear, and there was a deep and serious questioning voice.

"Where are you from?"

(End of this chapter)