Why is this main god space a sewing monster!

Chapter 1214 Red Storm
Zhang Jie's incarnation of [Haotian God] cannot resist Kunpeng because the Purple Dawn was summoned by Kunpeng.

The blue thunder that Zhang Heng gathered could not resist Kunpeng, because the blue thunder was the forerunner of the blue noon.

The strength of the foot men is not strong enough. Only when they all learn [I will form the head] will they be qualified to fight Kunpeng head-on and give Kunpeng a hard blow.

The power that Wu Jie mentioned that perfectly meets the requirements has been awakened.

In a desolate city, the demonized Overlord walked on the deserted streets.

He and Gagarin are from the same hometown, but in the heart of the Overlord there is also a spiritual hometown - Volgograd.

80 years ago, this place was called Stalingrad.

An unprecedented battle that changed the course of World War II also broke out here: the Battle of Stalingrad.

The outcome of the Battle of Stalingrad was good. It reversed NZ's offensive on the European continent and determined the direction of World War II and even the entire world history.

But the price was tragic. The casualties of both armies exceeded one million. In this meat grinder that lasted for seven months, both the Soviet and German armies were blood-thirsty. The Overlord's grandfather was a veteran who participated in the Battle of Stalingrad.

Overlord is just his code name in the Central Plains team. In his hometown, he prefers to use his real name: Kamparovsky.

Although nearly seventy years have passed, Kamparovsky can still hear the blood flowing in this city.

Pavlov Building, in this building, Sergeant Pavlov and his soldiers held out for fifty-eight days under the German artillery bombardment. You should know that France surrendered after only forty days of resistance, without giving up anything. This building held out longer than the entire France.

Kamparovsky knelt on one knee in front of the Pavlov Building. He cut his wrist, and the red-hot demon's blood, which emitted a strong smell of sulfur, outlined a huge magic circle on the ground. A scarlet gate of hell rose from the ground and slowly opened its heavy door.

Mephisto is indeed quite sincere in cooperating with the Zhongzhou team.

In addition to the reckless spell group (all fireballs) designed according to the Overlord's personality, there are also some very practical small skills left.

For example, summoning the dead, summoning demons, sacrificing lives, etc.

Hell's Gate is the summoning skill with the largest range and the largest number of summons. Even the smallest Hell's Gate can summon thousands of demons. However, this magic can only be used best in the Marvel Universe, because this Hell's Gate is directly connected to Mephisto's Hell. If it is not in the Marvel Universe, then the summoning effect of the Hell's Gate will be different for different people.
There is no hell in the Marvel Universe in the real world, and it is impossible for souls to exist in this plane of death that is locked by the Four Symbols, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. There will only be a blank space behind the huge gate of hell.

Flames poured out from the cracks in the door; it was the flames of war.

"This is the soul of hell! The souls transformed from the dead soldiers, the souls brought from hell." Zhang Jie asked in disbelief: "But there are no souls in this world. There is no way souls can exist in this dead demon plane. Where did the Overlord summon these ghosts from?"

"The light of the soul, isn't it magical? Don't worry, this is just one of the protagonists, the other one is Wang Xia. To be honest, I think I have some idea of ​​what Chu Xuan wants to do."

"Everyone, do you think the rhythm of this horn is particularly familiar?" Wang Xia was carrying the obsession weapon he had exchanged a long time ago. The moment he saw this obsession weapon, he realized the prototype of this knife.

Demon-slaying blade!

Wang Xia recognized the identity of the Demon Slayer Blade a long time ago. According to the introduction of the Lord God, this was a weapon specially matched according to his own characteristics. Although it was a bit difficult for the Demon Slayer Blade to release its true name compared to those soul-obsessed weapons with names that could directly know their names, Wang Xia was very sure that this was his special weapon.

According to the Lord God, this is a set of weapons, and the Demon Slayer Blade is just one of them. Wang Xia originally wanted to exchange it for its entirety, but he couldn't keep up with the team's progress, so he gave up in order to save resources for the team.

But at this time, Wang Xia relied on his own strength to condense it and turned it into the light of his soul.

If there is no special method of cultivation, the light of the soul will not condense into a life-saving spiritual treasure, but will more often manifest in direct forms such as blood flame and latent dragon transformation.

But there is a Golden Immortal who practices orthodox Taoism in the Zhongzhou team. What's wrong with passing on some orthodox Taoism techniques?
——Anyway, it’s only Wang Xiaxue, everyone else looks down on him ()
As the passionate sounds of battle echoed across the devastated land, the ancient heroic spirits crossed the long river of time and walked out of the history books. They were draped in blood-red clothes, holding worn-out weapons in their hands, and their eyes were so bright and moving.

Wang Xia held in his hand the magical treasure condensed from the light of his soul, and looked towards the distant north.

There, in front of the gate of hell, the demonized Overlord lit up the light of his heart.

Just like the human martyrs who resisted the tyranny of all races in the ancient times, Zheng Zha's eyes couldn't help but become moist, and many memories that did not belong to him emerged in his mind.

That was an era called Honghuangli, an era when humans were worse than pigs and dogs, an era when heaven and earth deceived people.

Humans are unable to obtain extraordinary powers, and the myriad races that possess extraordinary powers oppress humans. This is already too much, but the heaven and earth do not even allow humans to resist. If some humans who have obtained extraordinary powers dare to kill the myriad races, they will be marked by the heaven and earth, and then hunted down by the stronger ones of the myriad races until they are reduced to ashes.

Human beings have to sacrifice countless lives to gain power. Maybe it is a poisonous fruit, which costs life in exchange for insignificant extraordinary power; maybe it is a meme, which makes people neither human nor ghost after infection, and life is worse than death; maybe it is a lucky person in the laboratory of the Sky Snake Clan, who successfully became the new father of the Sky Snake Clan; maybe it is...
But no matter which one it is, it will require the sacrifice of countless people!

Why should humans be oppressed? Why should humans deserve to be slaves? Why? Humans have already knelt down and still won’t let us go!

The myriad races stepped on the corpses of humans, not even bothering to point at them with disdain and say, "Look, this is a slave."

Because in the eyes of all races, it is a blessing for humans to be their slaves.

Amidst countless blood and tears, one human being after another stood up and one human being after another fell down.

Finally, countless blood and tears converged into one sentence.

“Open the sky, open the sky, open the sky!!!”

(End of this chapter)