Doomsday Totem

Chapter 643 Heroes Return
In the Fire Horn Temple in Yanyang Town, Far East, two old men watched the fire on the altar.One of them untied the red belt that symbolized his identity and placed it beside the brazier.

"Old friend, it's time to go." "Okay."

The two old men held each other's hands and walked out of the hall.

"Great Master, Master." A young woman chased him out.

"Ke'er, I'll leave the family to you." The former Great Master Huojiao said.

"Pass down our fire." The former Red Snake Grandmaster said.

"Yes." Qin Ke'er was tearful, nodded and said, then watched the two old people disappear on the way down the mountain.

Just when the world of Silver City was on fire, in the Alpha plane, in the palace of Bruntru, the capital of the purple-eyed demon king, Ofelot VI sat on the throne, facing a half-kneeling man, bronze-colored A strong man with skin.

"The fire-casting hammer listens to the order!" After a long time, Ofelot VI shouted in a deep voice.

"exist!"

"I appoint you as the Grand Marshal of the Purple Pupil Demon Clan to lead the royal troops and march into the No. [-] desert. Once the human civil war occurs, you will drive straight in and take down the Sandcastle Castle, the Gate of Seth!"

"Yes!" The fire-casting hammer thumped his chest hard, and replied loudly.

At about the same time, the Queen of Thousand Faces in Pure Land Town, Jasper, Blue, Sky Snake Sea, Irina, and Amber, sat on the obsidian throne, looking at the crimson queen Seraza and the golden bee queen Helena below, And [-] queens of the sapphire line, shouted in a deep voice: "Call the army from ten directions and surround the human-controlled area!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the answer fell, there was only a flash of brilliance, and there was no one in the palace anymore.

"Father, please take care." Looking at the empty hall, the Queen of Thousand Faces whispered, "Iron Slag Norsyth, don't let me down."

When the allied forces of the five major demon clans including the Purple Eyed Demon Clan, and the ten-party army of the Zerg Swarm advanced into the human-controlled area, the World Parliament fell into great chaos. Members were constantly absent, and even normal operations could not be maintained.

The elders in the temple sighed and sighed. The old pope was disheveled, with sunken eye sockets and disheveled hair. He had long lost his previous calmness and composure, as if he had aged many years overnight.

No one expected that a belief that had been dead for nearly 200 years could create such a great power, it would simply overturn mountains and overturn the world.In less than three days, Sandcastle, Iron Island, and several towns in the southern cemetery became independent one after another.

The smoke of wolves rose everywhere, and the world was shaken.

His precious granddaughter, the Generalissimo of the Dawn Expeditionary Army, refused to join the Presbyterian Church on the grounds of "foreign enemy invasion", and is currently out of control.In the last war, the Dawn Knights had already identified their Knight King, and unless Yugo fell, no one would be able to command them anymore.

All families and ethnic groups are making their own calculations, and no one is willing to take the lead in the expedition.The only one who was willing was the undercover agent of Brilliant Remnant. Not only did the whole family run away, but they also took away a large number of warships and strategic materials.

"Their army is just a mob. Doesn't anyone want to go out?" Matthew the Chosen stood in front of the stage and asked loudly.

"You can go." The "little monster" of Chrisman's family said, his tone was very rude.

"I am willing to go out to fight against the heretics." Matthew looked around, his cold eyes flashed across everyone's faces, and finally shouted in a deep voice, "Who else is willing to go with me!"

"Black Wing City." The Chosen One, Nuoding, stood up.

"Anyone else?" Matthew asked.

There was silence below, and no one answered.

In fact, it's not that they are timid, but that they all have resentment towards Matthew.Almost everyone believed that Matthew was the instigator of this incident. It was he who stabbed the hornet's nest and forced the Templar princess away, resulting in the current situation.If it weren't for the Liming Expeditionary Army guarding the various places, the uprising of the brilliant remnants would not have been possible to succeed.If he moved a little, he was suppressed. Could it be that ordinary people can fight against the Dawn Knight?

Why do you let yourself bear the mistakes made by others? This is the thinking of most people, even if it is put at the national level, it is the same.

Now, Matthew is riding a tiger, and he has no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up.He had to go to the first battle, otherwise, there would be no place for him in the elders' council.But then again, danger is always accompanied by opportunity, and the political system of Silver City World has always been fair.If you have the ability to cause trouble, you need the ability to solve it, and if you prove your ability, you can get the corresponding status.In other words, as long as he wins this war, he will be the next pope.The princess of the temple, the most powerful person in history, will become a thing of the past.

As for the chosen one, Nuo Ding, because the two formed an alliance, one is the main criminal and the other is the accomplice, and they cannot escape.

"I will lead 20 Sparrow City troops to the South City, the local Templars, and the ground garrison to form a coalition of 80 troops and attack from the south. I implore the Pope to grant me the highest military command in the southern diocese of the Northern Wilderness Continent." Matthew, the Chosen One, faced St. Augustine Mordleton, bowed, and begged.

"Agreed to authorize." The old Pope stood up straight, said solemnly, and then asked Purple Rose William Reinhardt to write the document.

"I will lead 20 Black Wing City troops to the Golden Triangle, and form a 120 million coalition army with the local temple troops and ground guards, attack from the north, attack Iron Mountain Town, and wipe out the remnants of glory in one fell swoop. I implore the Pope, Grant me the highest military command in the northern diocese of the Northern Wilderness Continent." Nordin, the Chosen One, bowed to St. Augustan Modledon, and asked.

"Over there..." The old Pope hesitated a little, "It's the territory of the Golden Duke..." In order to save face for everyone, he didn't finish his sentence.Although the temple troops of the major dioceses belong to the temple in name, in fact, they have inextricable relationships with the owners of the territories.Simply put, if the owner is not happy, he can drive them away at any time.

And there is an essential difference between the southern part of the Northern Wilderness and the Golden Triangle.The former was obtained in exchange for the diocese and Notre Dame that were plundered from the Brilliant Temple, because the Temple could not control the central part of the Northern Wilderness, where there were all northern adherents, and they had a bloody feud with the Temple, so it was impossible to rule.

In exchange, the southern part of the northern wilderness is a low-radiation area, with poor mountains and bad waters, and has not been entrusted, so the parish troops there are very easy to control.But the Golden Triangle is where the Lombard family has occupied for nearly 2000 years. If the lord Yu Jiawen disagrees, the warrant will be a dead letter.

"The barbarian hasn't made a statement yet," Leo Bruno reminded. "Big Barbarian" is the nickname of Duke Huang when he was young. He has always been known for his hot temper, unreasonable, brutal and vulgar.Of course, except for a few respected elders, no one dared to call him that.

"The call-up order for the remnants of glory was issued by the Norses family. Lombar is a feud with them. No one knows that the Golden Duke will not support the 'Battle of Weeping Blood'," said the chosen one. .

"Okay, I agree to authorize." The old Pope waved his hand, and it was settled.

A few days later, the army of Sparrow City and Black Wing City was densely packed and headed towards Beihuang.

After a day and night of flying, Matthew's troops landed in Nancheng.Notting's troops walked along the western side of the Northern Desolate Continent, bypassing the theater of operations, and headed for the territory of the Lombard family.

But at this moment, Notting received a warning from the Golden Triangle: "The fleet is not allowed to enter our territorial waters without permission, otherwise it will be regarded as a declaration of war."

Notting was dumbfounded, thought carefully, broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately ordered the fleet to return.

As soon as Matthew had assembled the local temple troops, he found that Notting's fleet had left the Northern Wilderness.

Under the care of the archbishop in red in Nancheng, after waking up, Matthew frowned and pondered, hesitating endlessly.

"Don't worry, we have an army of 80. According to my information, they can fight no more than 5 troops, 32 battleships, 4000 mechas, up to 97 power armor fighters, and a dozen holy ranks. "The archbishop in red in Nancheng analyzed, "We have 23 light-powered armor fighters, more than [-] mechas, [-] warships, and [-] holy-rank powerhouses. What are we afraid of? On the way, as long as they can defeat their main force head-on, other places will naturally collapse."

It was the archbishop in red who issued the order to encircle and suppress the remnants of glory.His hands were stained with Norseth's blood, and no matter what, it was impossible to stay out of it.Needless to say, as long as Brilliant rises, he will definitely be the first to kill.

"Yes, while their reinforcements are still on the way, kill them by surprise!" Matthew gradually regained his confidence and clenched his fists.

The remnants of the glory are always a group of mobs.What can a group of poor people with backward equipment and lack of military training do!
His family troops, the temple troops and the ground defense troops here are all organized and well-trained troops, which are simply not comparable to the group of improvised people.

Thinking of this, he and the Red Clothes Archbishop of Nancheng immediately mobilized their troops and marched towards Tieshan Town.

"The Chosen Matthew, Archbishop of Nancheng in red, your troops are about to enter our diocese, please retreat immediately, otherwise we will declare war." But the troops had just approached, praying for rain and offering sacrifices to Mu Yuqinxin, together with NO.13 The eight major families in Yincheng sent a military ultimatum.

At the border of NO.13 Yincheng, the junction of the central plain and the western plain, the coalition forces of Quecheng and Nancheng were forced to stop marching.

It is said that Muyu Lily of the Moon, the new Priest of Prayer Moon, has a very close relationship with Iron Slag Norses. Matthew was worried about how to negotiate, but received a letter of challenge from the Temple of Brilliance.

"Northern plains, fight to the death!"

The 80 troops took the initiative to meet the [-] troops. Matthew didn't react for a while, and he was stunned.

"The mantis is like a cart, and you are hitting a rock with an egg. Okay, I will let you go and never return!" Matthew gritted his teeth, and ordered the troops to retreat and organize the front.

Three days later, Tieshan Town's troops appeared three kilometers away from the Nancheng coalition forces.This is a silent army, except for the sound of footsteps and engines, no one speaks.

For some reason, both Matthew and the archbishop in red in Nancheng felt indescribable pressure. Although they had a [-] times superiority in military strength, their hearts couldn't stop trembling.

It is really frightening that a belief that was once trampled, destroyed and turned into dust still has such a terrible cohesion.

On the eve of the battle, at the other end of the battlefield, a warrior wearing power armor and carrying a big sword came to the Warsong Shaman.

"Far Eastern War Bear, willing to be the pioneer!" Wang Hu nodded and cupped his fists, begging.

"I leave it to you," Tie Slag said.

"Thank you." Wang Hu nodded, and then returned to the front of the Far East Zhanxiong.

I saw him walking slowly, staring at this group of unknown brothers, and said slowly and forcefully:

"180 Six years ago we turned our backs on our brothers, our faith, our honor..."

"And today, what are we coming back here for!" He roared loudly.

"Blood as evidence, a shameful blow!" Three thousand war bears roared loudly.

"Ancient War Bear, move forward!"

Wang Hu gave an order, and three thousand war bears lined up, facing the enemy's formation, and strode forward.

"I am the soul of the Far East, the red-blooded ancient war bear."

"Stand like a green pine, walk like the wind, sit like an ancient clock, and feel like the sea,"

"Standing alone in front of the fire, unswervingly determined to become a distant mountain."

The neat chanting is earth-shattering.The coalition forces in Nancheng could only feel the pressure of the mountains, and they could hardly breathe.This army condensed the remorse and anger of the Far East in 180, and the existence that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Temple Guards, no matter in spirit or body, was beyond the reach of ordinary troops.

"The blood is gone, the body is broken, and the soul is gone. I will not regret it in this life!"

"kill!"

Three thousand war bears turned into meteors and rushed straight into the enemy's formation.Destroying the dead, the momentum is like a broken bamboo.Wherever it went, there was constant roaring, broken bones and rotten flesh, soaring into the sky.

The coalition forces in Nancheng were like tofu dregs, they couldn't even make a symbolic resistance, and they would collapse at the first touch.These war bears are not only powerful individually, but also not afraid of death at all. Dozens of them crashed into the bridge of the battleship and detonated the power furnace.Fighting them is like a nightmare, and the best result is to die together.

"Tieshan Town Guard, willing to be the center forward." Lao Di, Gui Tou and Hei Fang stepped forward to challenge.

"No, you guys are the last to go." Tie Slag refused, then turned his head, and said to an extremely stout old man wearing shackles, "Grandpa, it's our turn."

I saw Hui Yan nodded his head, holding a battle song harmonica, more and more people came out, watching the brilliant fires like wolves and tigers, and said in a loud voice:

"Kids, tell them we're back!"

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind and the dust was flying.

Streamers of light flew past the gray rock.The strong air current made his robe bulge and his hair and beard fly.

The holy wolf heavy armor guard group entered the enemy's formation.

At the same time, at the other end of the battlefield, Matthew and the Archbishop of Nancheng watched the rapidly disintegrating troops, trembling with shock, unable to speak.

Their warships, like paper, kept falling to the ground.Even the ground defense team at the rear began to collapse in an organized manner before entering the battlefield.Soldiers fell like wheat in large numbers, or fled in all directions like lambs encountered by wolves.

"For the sake of the Holy Light!" Seeing that the situation was over, the archbishop in red in Nancheng pulled out his dagger, and with a determined face, he shouted to the guard knights, "Servants of the true god, charge with me!"

But at this moment, a melodious singing sound suddenly came from a distance, and Matthew's face was as white as paper, and he could no longer control his trembling legs, and he collapsed on the ground.

We woke up from the deep sea, climbed into my father's fishing boat, picked up the ancient harpoon, gazed at the vast sea, and blew the horn of freedom;

We woke up from the distant mountains, rode young elephants, raised ancient flags, stared at the rolling mountains, and played the flute of farewell;

We wake up from the cemetery, put on mottled armor, pull out the ancient sword, stare at the boundless world, and ring the last bell;

Guardians, go forward!
To crush the galaxy and shake the earth, we are immortal war elephants;

Soaring through the nine heavens, tearing apart the darkness, we are immortal war eagles;

Singing in blood and walking in fire, we are unyielding wolf warriors.

Looking at the Chosen One who was limp on the ground, and the guard knights with frightened faces, the archbishop in red was heartbroken, closed his eyes slowly, sighed, raised his sword and killed himself, staining his robe with blood.Save the last bit of face for the belief in his heart and the holy light he believes in.

What is faith?

Nothing to do with profit, nothing to do with fame, nothing to do with life or death.

They lost, they lost, they lost, they lost, they lost.

(End of this chapter)