Valkyrie Storm

Chapter 1975

At noon, when the trampling sound of 200 million beasts shook the northeast and the east, when the threat of death quickly hit the eastern battlefield, and when countless spectator forces sighed for the Zhanmeng, an unexpected, exaggerated and weird upheaval made Countless forces who were waiting for the defeat of Zhanmeng were completely dumbfounded.

The eerie drumbeat was faint and weak, and the gloomy ghost language was like weeping.

Among the mountains intertwined with storms and storms, on this battlefield where shouts of killing and thunder are competing for supremacy, the sound of drums and ghostly voices is too ethereal and faint to attract any attention, let alone attract anyone's attention.

But it was this neglected voice that in just half a stick of incense...affected the whole audience...then...the exhausted Zhanmeng troops unconsciously became crazy and irritable.

Their blood was boiling with enthusiasm, their fighting spirit was surging, all their exhaustion and pain were forgotten, the desire and eagerness for war occupied all their consciousness, and even their eyes turned blood red unconsciously.

All worries and timidity are weakening!
They are full of strength, and the ocean of consciousness is full of desire to kill!

The exhausted and angry troops quickly transformed into monsters who didn't know pain and despair.

One or two, ten or a hundred, or even more than a million Zhanmeng disciples!

All the War Demon disciples were affected. When millions of people shouted collectively and their blood boiled, the scene, the momentum, and the explosive power were unimaginable, and it was more than enough to affect the overall situation.

At this moment, the overall defensive offensive in the eastern part of the Zhanmeng quickly rose to a new level, and it actually stubbornly and violently withstood the intensifying offensive of the Pangu tribe with constant persistence.In the decadent situation of the entire Zhanmeng, it is absolutely a miracle to be able to do this.

If the 'mischief' of the drums and ghost words did not attract the attention of the Pangu tribe, the changes in the war alliance would trigger the close attention of the Pangu tribe's war troops and the rear military affairs academy.

Too strong, too abrupt.

This bloodiness and blazing heat are completely unreasonable.

In many areas, the Pangu assault team that was attacking was caught off guard and was submerged in the tide of Zhanmeng in an instant.

And... Gradually, the fierce and manic momentum did not decrease but increased, becoming more and more terrifying. The more than one million troops of the Zhanmeng were shouting, roaring, screaming, venting their blood, ferocious, crazy, Longing for the taste of blood.

It's like infused with magic!
It seemed that they were no longer satisfied with defense, and many troops rushed towards the Pangu tribe's troops like crazy.

And then... something even more terrifying and terrifying happened.

The corpses that have fallen in the ruins, the corpses that have fallen in a pool of blood, whether they are from the Zhanmeng or the Pangu clan, unexpectedly... struggled and twisted, one by one stood up.

The strange situation not only alarmed the spectators in the distance, but also frightened the Pangu clan team that was attacking.

Zhanmeng's direction was not affected much because of confusion and endless killings.

"That's...that's..." The military chiefs of the Pangu clan were completely dumbfounded, looking at the corpses standing up one after another from a distance, looking at their red eyes, everyone felt a chill From the soles of the feet to the forehead.

One or two, 100 to 1000, 170 to 90, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, nearly a million... Excluding the thoroughly destroyed corpses, and excluding some fallen superpowers, most of the corpses that died in battle are "resurrected" Of the more than [-] million people who died in battle in six days and six nights, [-] million people stood up.

They just climbed up in different battle circles in different areas, their eyes were so red, their necks were twisted so exaggeratedly, and they moved the corpse.

And then... "Aww!!" Nearly a million corpses suddenly exploded, raising their arms to the sky, roaring crazily, with a hoarse and low voice, like a cry from the depths of hell, with brutality and bloody corpse aura.

The scene horrified the world and the mountains and rivers.

Roaring, trembling rainstorm and wind and thunder.

"Hiss." In the Palace of the Son of Heaven, Xu Pojun and others turned their heads in amazement, staring blankly at the ghost monk inside the surging ghost energy, watching him drop the drumstick one after another.

Niya bowed to the outside of the Emperor's Palace with a sacrificial gift, and she knelt like the corpse of Zhanmeng who had "resurrected from the dead" outside.

The strength of the scalp drum is very terrifying, but the ghost monk has not yet reached the level of complete control, so naturally he cannot choose who to resurrect or 'omit' who, and it is impossible to determine how much can be resurrected with the power of the ghost monk.Therefore, Niya is very aware of Tang Yan's concerns. Once the scalp drum beats, many Zhanmeng brothers and sisters who died in battle will stand up again.

Including, Little Golden Monkey, Yin Xiyue, etc... This approach is not only extreme, but also desecrates the corpses of the brothers and sisters who died in Zhanmeng.

This was also Tang Yan's biggest worry when he handed over the ghost monk's secret to Niya before leaving.

And Niya responded to Tang Yan's concerns by kneeling at this moment.

She has been strong all her life, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to her parents, but she will never kneel to other people. Today, in this war-torn period, at the time of mourning for the undead, she replaced Tang Yan and knelt down to the undead, begging for forgiveness.

"Can anyone tell me what happened??"

In the rear of the Pangu Clan, the Great Elder of the Military Affairs Academy roared and asked, feeling a strong crisis.

No one could answer, but the endless corpse gave him the most direct answer.

Click!Click!Rumble! !

Nearly a million corpses turned over collectively, facing the direction of the Pangu tribe, and rushed forward violently, without weapons, martial arts, emotions, or pain, and some still jumped on one leg.

They were like cruel beasts, and they rushed towards the Pangu team like a rampage.

The most critical factor is that there are a large number of Pangu clan corpses inside, and they are former comrades-in-arms of 200 million Pangu clan troops.

At the time of the upheaval, Fengleibao showed his power again, matching the sudden burst of blood and killing in the direction of Zhanmeng.

So far, the eastern battlefield, which has been defending continuously for seven days, has a tendency to counterattack.

Scalp drum, product of hell! !

Different from the tattered and ancient scalp drum that the spirit race took away, this one is a brand new scalp drum reborn from hell, its power can be imagined!

The ghost monk's realm is limited, and he can't stimulate the strongest power of the scalp drum, and can't affect the semi-holy and holy battlefields, but with the power of a lot of hell fire left by Tang Yan, it still forcibly stimulated nearly a million corpses , It even affected the Zhanmeng team.

Although it is far from Tang Yan's expected 200 million, this is just the beginning. Once the scalp drum sounds, disasters will follow one after another. This terrifying ghost weapon bred by the hell world itself will truly release its power.

"Everyone in the Zhanmeng obeys the order, the time to counterattack is coming! Kill!" Niya stood up and returned to the battlefield. With a cry, she awakened the high-level battlefield of Lost Mind, and even inspired a wave of counterattacks from the high-level officials of the Temple of Heaven and the Hall of Beast Spirits.

"Haha, kill, it's time to fight back."

"God Bless the Alliance!!"

"Use the corpses of the enemy to pave the way for the rise of our Zhanmeng!"

"Revenge!! Revenge for the dead brothers!!"

They don't know exactly what's going on, but it's always a good direction, so the eastern battlefield of Zhanmeng is boiling again.

And this upheaval lasted for nearly an hour, causing huge casualties to the unprepared Pangu troops.

They don't know the situation, and they don't know whether these 'corpses' are dead or alive.

They have emotions, how could they kill their comrades-in-arms and the same clan.

It was this hesitation, it was this intolerance that combined with the bloody slaughter that erupted in the Zhanmeng, it caused nearly [-] casualties.

The army of millions of corpses is like countless sharp long swords. Using their unique method, they broke through the "joint formation" of the Pangu's attacking phalanx, and cut the complete Pangu's team into pieces.

The most frightening thing is... many of the over [-] Pangu clan corpses who fell stood up again, turned around and rushed towards their own team.

Such a situation is clearly declared to both the enemy and us—one who dies, one who lives, one who dies, and one who lives.

The more you kill, the more you live.

This weird situation drove the Pangu Clan almost crazy, and made the Zhanmeng even more excited.

The entire battlefield was completely chaotic, and it was no longer an attack by the Pangu tribe, but a quagmire where the Pangu tribe struggled. Facing the "resurrected" comrades of the tribe, they could hardly do anything, or they would always hesitate.

And their avoidance and hesitation are tantamount to giving Zhanmeng more opportunities.

So far, the power of the scalp drum has affected the entire battlefield, turning the situation on the battlefield, alarming both the enemy and ourselves, and even stunned the forces watching the battle from afar.

Xu Pojun witnessed such a 'grand event' with his own eyes, and his surprise and shock could no longer be described.

"It's so scary!" Nalan Yanran covered her mouth in surprise, and watched in disbelief that those living soldiers on the distant battlefield fell down and turned into corpses one after another.

That kind of situation is simply chilling.

"Is this left by Tang Yan?" Watchman No. [-] had a strange face. He had seen this spooky black monk before, but he had never seen such terrifying power.

"Black monk! Your strength is limited, let me help??"

Xu Pojun went all out and hurried back to the inner hall to take over from the ghost monk to beat the drum.

With such a heaven-defying magic weapon, what battle is there to command?Also control what battlefield?
Zhanmeng really has hope of victory!

The ghost monk slowly raised his face covered with black lines: "Except for me and the Lord of the Underworld, if any creature uses scalp drumming, it will damage the blood, damage the vitality, break the blood, and the price will be heavy. You, wish try??"

Xu Pojun was stunned for a while, so ruthless?

The ghost monk beat the scalp drum slowly with his right hand, and continued to control the corpse on the battlefield, but slowly put his left hand on his left rib.

Before Xu Pojun could prepare, click, he broke two of his ribs.

Bloody and ferocious, it made Watchman No. [-] frown.

The ghost monk held up two ribs and placed them in front of Xu Pojun: "Here."

The ribs were pale with flesh and blood, shocking, it made Nalan Yanran's scalp tingle after following her.

"Okay!" Xu Pojun gritted his teeth fiercely, took two ribs, and sat down resolutely.

"General!!" Watchman No. [-] exclaimed.

"What are you afraid of?! Zhanmeng is defeated, and we all have to die! What's wrong with losing some energy and blood? What about hurting some life essence? What about hurting blood? I, Xu Pojun, am still afraid of this all my life?" Xu Pojun With a tough face, he clenched his ribs, pumped with pride and blood, madness and holy power, and rushed towards the scalp drum without hesitation.

He has been mad all his life with golden weapons and iron horses, so he is not afraid of floating life and panic!

(End of this chapter)