Doomsday Totem

Chapter 611 Crazy
银城时间Dr37170617中午12点（24h制），斯嘉蒂时间深夜73点（73h制），阿尔法时间下午31点（45H制）。

In one go, the human army pushed to the eighty kilometers away from the position of the Marshal of the Demon Race.But as the battle line lengthened, the reinforcements from the human side began to be unable to keep up, and the closer to the three space gates of the demons, the faster the reinforcements from the demons.Under the ebb and flow, the advancing speed of the human side gradually slowed down, and the war became stalemate.

At this time, [-] kilometers to the west of the main battlefield, thousands of scaleless flying dragons crawled on a low snow hill.

They folded their wings, turned their triangular heads backwards, and rested on the snow.Beside each scaleless flying dragon stood a fully armed demon warrior.Their eyes are deep and their expressions are serious, as if they are ready to fight at any time.

The atmosphere at the scene was very solemn, except for the occasional snoring of the flying dragon, no voice could be heard.However, in a corner of the fringe area, the atmosphere was a bit out of place.

An extraordinarily large red scaleless flying dragon was lying on the snow, with a demon woman leaning against it.The woman was very beautiful, with several gold rings on her pointed ears, which shimmered faintly under the cold aurora.Wearing a tight leather jacket, she outlines a graceful figure, with healthy, plump skin and a bronze color. There are two short knives hanging on her soft waist, a longbow on her back, and a quiver tied on her calf.

In front of the woman stood a slender young man from the Demon Race.He was wearing a gorgeous golden silk red robe and white gloves. The skin on his face was smooth and translucent, showing an aqua blue color. He was an aristocratic spellcaster from the Eltas.

"When the battle is over, let's go hunting in the Emerald Forest together (in Alta language)." The young man of the Demon Race said with a little apprehension on his face.

"No~" The demon woman's mouth curled up playfully, "You'd better go with your little fiancée, I won't be a bright torch at night (in Alta language)."

"I...I don't like her, you...you know, it's...they forced me (in Alta)..." the young man from the Demon Race blushed and said hastily.Due to the tension, the tongue is a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, don't be nervous, speak slowly, and no one is urging you (in Alta language)." The demon woman smiled and said.

"Sister, I..." The young man of the Demon Race finally plucked up his courage and said, "I like you (in Alta)!"

"Ai~" The demon woman showed a resentful expression, glanced at him, and sighed, "I have always regarded you as my younger brother, but you (in Alta)..."

"Promise me, promise me, okay (Alta language)!" The young man from the Demon Race begged, with a pitiful look on his face.

A hint of impatience flashed in the demon woman's eyes, she stepped forward to hug him, and whispered softly in his ear, "You are a nobleman, and my sister is a commoner, so I can't harm you (in Alta)..."

"After this battle, we will have enough military exploits to apply for the title of knighthood for you (in Alta language)." The young man of the Demon Race hugged the woman in front of him tightly, and said firmly.

"That can't be done, you have the best talent, and you will become a great magician in the future, and your precious battle achievements will be exchanged for elixir, you know!" The demon woman said with a straight face.

"But (in Elta language)..." The young man from the Demon Race hesitated to speak.

"But..." she said with a smile on her face, like melting ice and snow, "As long as you don't dislike my sister, she will never leave you, never (in Alta's language)."

"Really? (Alta language)!" The demon youth became excited.

"Woo..." Before the demon woman could answer, a long horn sounded from afar.

The faces of the two froze, and they quickly climbed up the Scaleless Flying Dragon.The demon woman pulled the reins, and the flying dragon raised its head, let out an ear-piercing cry, spread its fleshy wings, flapped, and soared into the air.

In the air, the young demon hugged the female knight's waist, bit her shoulder lightly, leaned forward, and whispered in her ear, "Don't forget, you have already promised me (in Alta language). "

"Well, after the battle, my sister will teach you how to be a man, okay (in Alta)?" The female knight turned her face and said.

"Aluta!" The young conjurer exclaimed excitedly, suddenly his face darkened, and he asked in disbelief, "Didn't you lie to me (in Alta)!"

"When did my sister lie to you, little villain (in Alta)!" "Hahaha..." "Come on, concentrate on fighting (in Alta)." "Okay (in Alta)."

A few minutes later, the flying dragon group arrived on the battlefield, and the flying dragon knights in front gradually lowered their heights.

In the snow field below, gunpowder smoke filled the air and flames were everywhere.In the distance, thousands of Haflin infantry, hiding behind the mechs, slowly advanced towards the demon position.The demon warriors roared, while throwing thunder spears, they rushed towards the enemy line bravely.

In the middle of the battlefield, the two sides strangled each other, and the sounds of guns, explosions, shouts, wailing, screams, and roars were intertwined and continuous.Broken bodies are piled up on top of each other, some are scorched black and emitting green smoke, some are torn apart with organs all over the floor, some are still twitching and struggling, or crawling aimlessly...

In the low sky, Hafri's floating gunboat hovered, spouting flames several meters long from time to time.Around them, azure blue streamers danced like fireflies on a midsummer night.

The young conjurer, who was on the battlefield for the first time, was stunned by the cruel scene in front of him, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"Get ready to fight." The female knight reminded.

"Yeah." The young conjurer came back to his senses, his gaze concentrated, he slowly raised his hands, and chanted in a low voice, "A place of backlight, a realm of silence (ancient language)..."

"Introduce my source, listen to my words (ancient language)..."

"Give great power and bless the people (ancient language)..."

"The protection of the emperor (ancient language)!"

With a high-pitched shout, a turquoise light erupted from the young conjurer's body, spreading out layer upon layer like a substance.The color gradually faded, and finally turned into an invisible light curtain, covering the surroundings of the flying dragons.

"Sara!" The flying dragon knight let out a neat battle cry, tightened the reins, instigated the flying dragon to retract its fleshy wings, and launched a dive towards the group of floating gunboats.

The teammates in front dived down like waves, the female knight grabbed the hands around her waist, tightened them tightly, and said, "Hold on tight, we are going to charge (in Alta language)."

"Hmm." The young conjurer stuck to the female knight's back and hugged her even tighter.

"tumultuous!"

During the dive, a beam of light flew from far to near.The female knight draws out her bow and arrows quickly and draws the bowstring fully.I saw dots of blue light condensed on the arrow, and blue lines quickly appeared on the arrow body, crystal clear and bright.

"Sarah!"

The moment the target, the arrow, and the ring formed a line, the female knight let go, and a flash of lightning galloped away.

"boom!"

In the next instant, two beams of light collided head-on, causing a violent explosion.

In the flying star sand, a Haflin power armor soldier plunged headlong to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Ruta!" cried the young conjurer, "I am looking forward to hunting with you more and more (in Alta)."

"Don't be distracted (in Elta)," said the female knight.

Among the demons, women are not good at using thunder spears, and generally use bows and arrows.Although the power is greatly reduced and the range is limited, it is flexible and light, has a high rate of fire, consumes less energy, and can shoot more times.

Thunder spears consume a lot, and ordinary tribal warriors can only shoot one or two thunder spears, and their spiritual energy will be exhausted.The warriors of the noble army can only shoot three to four times, and the bow and arrow can shoot at least ten.However, the small problem of power cannot be ignored.The Hafri soldier who fell to the ground just now stood up again not long after, and fought in the air.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Suddenly, there was a flash of purple light in the sky, and dozens of purple lights shot towards the group of flying dragons.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong!"

The purple light shone on the light curtain and made a dull sound. The young conjurer's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had been hurt.

"Can you still hold on (in Alta)?" The female knight turned her head and asked with concern.

"No...it's okay (in Alta)..." The young magician gritted his teeth and replied.

"Damn Havrin, you will only hide in the distance and be a coward (in Alta language)!" the female knight cursed.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Not long after, the second round of salvo began.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong!"

The light curtain flickered violently, flickering on and off, and the young conjurer spat out a big mouthful of blood with a "poof".

"Master, master (in Alta language)!" The female knight suddenly turned pale when blood was sprayed on her body, and exclaimed.

"I...I'm fine (in Alta)..." the young conjurer said while clutching his chest, his figure already crumbling.

In a daze, a stream of light rushed from bottom to top, rushing towards it, like thunder and lightning, arriving in an instant.

"Be careful (in Elta)!" the female knight yelled, pulling on the reins, trying to change the flying direction of the dragon.

But it was already too late, the other party held a long sword with blue light in both hands, and pierced the dragon's neck with one stroke.

"Go to hell!" The havrin knight let out a ferocious roar, stirred the long sword, and tore open the dragon's wound.

The flying dragon let out a high-pitched wail, blood spewed out like a spring, flapped its fleshy wings indiscriminately, rolled and struggled in the air, sprinkled blood everywhere, and fell straight to the ground.

After a violent shaking, the two were thrown from the flying dragon and rolled down the snow layer.

The female knight struggled to get up, rushed to the young conjurer, and helped him up.

Looking around, the surrounding area was gray, with thick smoke and explosion flames everywhere.Innumerable corpses lay on the ground, those of Havlin and those of Alta.

"Hey, hey, look, there's a girl over there." "Wow, she looks pretty good!" "Kill her!" "Kill her!"

This was the enemy's rear, surrounded by Haflin infantry, so they were quickly spotted.Judging from their attire, these Havelins were not regular soldiers, but mercenaries.

"Master, run quickly, I'll stop them (in Alta language)." The female knight drew out the scimitar from her waist, and said with determination.

"No (in Alta)!" "Run (in Alta)!" The female knight pushed away the young conjurer and rushed towards the Havrin mercenary.

Watching the beloved woman leave, the young conjurer was at a loss and sat on the snow in a daze.He neither fled nor rushed over.He is a conjurer, not a warrior, and has no melee ability.

"Da da da!" "Da da da!" "Da da da!" The Haflin infantry raised their firearms and shot at the female knight.

The bullet hit her, and blood spattered everywhere.

"Sarah!" The female knight rushed to the front of the two Havrin infantrymen with the firepower, her hands flashed, and her two heads flew up at the same time.

"Big brother, big brother!" "Damn it, fight her!" "Kill her!"

The Haflin infantry dropped their firearms one after another, drew out their daggers, and rushed forward, throwing the female knight to the ground. The dagger stabbed her frantically, and then pulled her down, ripping out her white intestines.

"Ah...uh...uh..." "Bitch, I'll kill you!"

"You... You... Executioners... Demons... Die... Die... Go to death (in Alta)!" Seeing his beloved woman being tortured to death, the young conjurer went completely mad.

With a ferocious face, he slowly raised his hands.

"A place of backlight, a realm of silence (ancient language)..."

"Use my flesh and blood to pull time and space (ancient language)..."

"Sacrifice the darkness with your flesh and blood (ancient language)..."

"God's taboo (ancient language)..."

"Abyss Calling (Ancient Language)!"

In an instant, massive boundless magic energy erupted from the young conjurer.

The ice and snow melted, and the flesh and blood were separated.

A turquoise storm swirled from under his feet.In the eye of the wind, his figure became smaller and smaller, gradually turning into a skeleton, and finally turned into dust, blowing away with the wind.

The storm intensified and turned into a huge vortex, sweeping the corpses on the battlefield crazily.

(End of this chapter)