The spirit of war in DNF is immortal.A

Chapter 213 The Tower of the Dragonman and the Opening of the Great Era (2)
"Fortunately, people nowadays are familiar with a lot and know how to help together. Here, almost everyone carries several colors of long-lasting wolf smoke on their bodies to help each other effectively." While talking, Roronoya He took out two barrel-shaped items from the storage ring: "This thing should be tied to the back, and it will emit a long-term fixed-color smoke. Red smoke means 'this is dangerous, please help', and green smoke means ' Here's safe', purple smoke means 'here's a lord', and golden smoke means 'here's a staircase'."

While talking, Roronoa tied one of the tubes to Lu Zhan's back: "There are switches and buttons of various colors on it, and it's very easy to use."

Nodding his head, Lu Zhan looked up at the sky, and sure enough, he saw a lot of smoke flying straight into the sky, like smoke dragons.

"The people here... are so selfless? Why don't they want to sneak into the upper floor by themselves?" Lu Zhan frowned and said suddenly.

"Hehe, this is the city in the sky. It's not like Lorraine or Gran's Forest underground. There are many lords there, and it takes a few months to create another one after death. But here , in just a few days, the lords and ordinary dragonmen on each floor will be resurrected. It can be said that if you want, the alien races here will always be unlimited, so there is no need to snatch them. What's more here... the forever weak We are all human beings. No matter what the reason, what hatred, what profession, what country, we have only one name at the forefront of fighting against alien races: human beings. If a race cannot unite at the forefront of fighting against enemies, then it is not far from destruction It’s gone.” Roronoa seemed to be feeling something, closed his eyes and said slowly: “This is the battlefield, a place where even the glory of the gods cannot reach. Whether you are a believer in ghosts and gods like you, or a believer in the god of light like me , are just the most common fighters of human beings, fighting here in solidarity for the reproduction of our race. In this race-related war, please learn to let the gods go away, let the faith go away. Otherwise, it will be my first time When I see you, I should kill you."

Roronoa's eyes were full of firmness and arrogance. The tattered red priest's robe full of patches was extremely simple and rough, and the hair that hadn't been cleaned in months was fluttering like weeds, and the dusty beard on his face made him look Looks like a savage.This kind of image simply completely destroyed the holy and holy priestly imprint in the church in Lu Zhan's impression.

But only now did Lu Zhan realize that Roronoa was the real clergyman. Compared with him, those clergymen who only knew how to be pampered in the church couldn't even compare his toenails.At this moment, Lu Zhan seemed to understand why in the first dark crusade that year, the clergyman led other professions to simply defeat Ozma, the ghost god of chaos, and his three dark knights.

This is the priesthood.That great profession that is fearless in sacrifice, wielding giant soldiers and divine spells to fight fiercely with dark creatures, that great profession that can never be erased from the Arad continent, that great profession that truly spreads the divine light of the God of Light all over the entire continent ...

"Roronoa, you are right. Here, please let the gods go away, let the faith go away." Lu Zhan smiled and covered the helmet, swung the giant sword in his hand, rushed to the front and brushed Out of a dozen or so Minicieus.

"Yes. Come on. Here, there are only human fighters!" Roronoa chanted a divine spell, with a smile on his face.

……

Demon World, Central Continent, Union Square.

Since the planet Terra was destroyed due to technological wars, the remaining continents have been called the 'Demon Realm' because of the presence of powerful alien life forms.Most of these powerful existences from different spaces are cruel and bloodthirsty existences, causing endless chaos in the "Demon Realm". The few remaining Gentra planets survive in the "Demon Realm" in order to avoid these powerful existences ' remote areas.While the rest of the people surrendered to the despotic power of these powerful beings, they respectfully called these life forms 'apostles', called themselves 'people from the demon world', and called those people from the original Terra planet who resisted the tyranny of the apostles 'Fremes'. Kim', which means hybrid...

Since the destruction of the original planetary continent, the sky in the Demon Realm has always been gloomy and gloomy.Union Square is located on the "Central Continent", the most intact continent in the entire demon world, and here, there is the most powerful life in the entire demon world, the king of the demon world, the proud king known as the first apostle.

On the Union Square, there is a dark throne with a whole body like ink. On the tall throne, sits a sturdy figure. His appearance and body are submerged in an impenetrable black mist, making it hard to see. It was clear, but only the endless terrifying aura made all the powerful dark creatures tens of thousands of miles around tremble and surrender.

It was the smell of fate, as if the person on the Dark Throne held the fate of everyone in this world.

"The great first apostle, "cain the fatality", Cain of fate, they are here." Under the throne, stood a man covered in black robes, its voice was cold and heartless, and it was only slightly opposite after speaking He bent over the existence above the throne, not very humble, obviously not much weaker than the king of the demon world.

"Well, respected Second Apostle, "CryingEyesHILDER", Herder of Crying Eyes. You have worked hard, and this year the Fremskins in the Northeast Region will not have to pay offerings. Are you... Satisfied?" There was a hollow sound.

"I'm very satisfied, then, I'm leaving." Nodding coldly, the man in black gradually disappeared from the spot, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, come in. Kings of foreign races, let us start this great era together!" After watching the man in black disappear, a high-pitched voice came from the dark throne, and the sound shook all directions, echoing in the surrounding area Tens of thousands of miles of time and space.

"The great first apostle, Goblin King Gog is visiting."

"Haha, the great first apostle, my tauren king Penard? Bloodhoof is here."

"The great first apostle, Elvis King Rose? Shadow visits."

"The great first apostle, the zombie emperor Caesar? Bone Prison came to visit."

With a few soft swishes, several figures suddenly appeared before the Dark Throne. They did not hide their identities. If there are strong human beings who can see such a scene here, they will definitely be shocked to suffocation.

The four kings of alien races in the Arad Continent plus the king of the demon world gathered together, and it is conceivable what they want to talk about.But it is a pity that others will never know what is going to happen here, because the entire area of ​​tens of thousands of miles in Union Square has been emptied by the king of the demon world, Kahn, and even the dark creatures have been deprived of their lives. Not to mention others.

……

After half an hour.

"My lords, the tens of thousands of years of grievances between us and humans should come to an end. There are only three things in everything, success and failure are in this third dark jihad." A voice came from the thick fog above the Dark Throne : "In the first dark jihad tens of thousands of years ago, the chaotic ghost god Ozma failed. That was because the priests at that time were in full swing, and the mere existence of the 'five saints' of light could not bring him one step closer. He chose the wrong time. In the second dark jihad ten thousand years ago, I failed, but that was because you kings did not make a move at that time. It turns out that only relying on the power of Chaos ghost god Ozma and me, the king of the demon world, Kahn It is indeed impossible to deal with human beings.”

"Yes, this is the third dark jihad. The chaos ghost god Ozma and his three dark and chaotic knights, the pretender, the nine apostles of the demon world, the whole demon world, and you alien kings are gathered. Human beings have been reduced to dust! The humble human beings have become stronger and stronger, if we are not united now, in ten thousand years, none of us will survive!"

Xuan'ao's voice floated around, bringing a moment of tranquility.

"Great first apostle, we understand what you said. Don't worry, we will cooperate with Chaos ghosts and your activities. For human beings, our hatred is not weaker than Chaos ghosts and you." After a while, the little Gob A light flashed in Lin Wang Gaoge's eyes, and he said word by word.

The other three kings also looked at each other a few times, and all nodded towards the existence in the dense fog.

"Okay. I'm very satisfied! Then, let's start the Great Era!" The people in the thick fog seemed very satisfied after seeing the performance of several kings, and nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)