Doomsday Hunter

The city walls of Storm City finally fell down. The collapse of various defense facilities and city walls is undoubtedly a huge disadvantage when the enemy will approach within a few hours.

In the cold wind, the expression of the head of the team was quite poor.

The armor on his body was much damaged, and his skin was blown by the cold wind in the ice and snow.

"Construct temporary positions, speed up the repair of city walls and defense facilities. Count casualties and ammunition consumption." In the end, Jupiter didn't say anything, just calmly ordered, so that everyone was no longer confused.

"This is a war of attrition. They exchanged a non-renewable ninth level for the city wall that we can repair. We earned it." The city owner Gelesk stood up to boost morale: "Persistence is victory!"

Persistence is victory, not empty words, but facts.

Although the snow monster does not need supplies, it is obvious that it is also taking a huge risk by concentrating a large amount of combat power across the board in this one place.

It's halfway through November and the weather is getting colder.

But on the west coast of Europe, the temperature is still acceptable.

The warm current of the Atlantic Ocean caressed this cold snowfield with gentle movements, like the hands of a lover, and also brought warmth to this cold world.

At the seaside, the snowman tribe hunters who came here for food, as before, greedily plundered the temperature of this place and expanded the area of ​​the snowfield to the sea. Recently, I heard that this generation is not safe and many snowmen have disappeared.

But there is no way, and only the West Coast can get this kind of heat without money. Those charcoal mining areas usually have several more powerful yeti.

A cloud blocked the sun.

In the shadows, several dark elves aimed at the snowmen, opened fire, and then stepped forward to make up for it.

Among the dark elves, many also fled from northern Europe to the south, and are also familiar with the terrain here. Although it is a little inconvenient to move in the snow field, it is still very simple to assassinate the yeti warriors and clean up the snow monsters.

Well, Beth just let them kill Yeti warriors and get intelligence. But this group of dark elves tended to kill any suspected enemy targets, regardless of whether they were civilians or warriors.

Actually there is no difference. Driven by the corpse of the gods, even a child can become a tool of battle.

These snowmen claim to be new human beings after the baptism of nature, but in fact they are just selected fighting tools. And tools... no one will be distressed.

At sea, Beth was meeting with the three corpses of the gods, and together they approached the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean, or the west coast of Europe.

These kings of the sea are not unable to go ashore, but they will definitely be weakened a lot once they go ashore. Therefore, in the eyes of most people, the so-called navy can only be used to transport personnel and materials in this war.

However, Captain Beth seems to have a different opinion.

The Sea Kaze and the three top corpses of the sea gathered at the junction of the Atlantic Ocean and the Arctic Ocean.

Spreading to the ice sheet on the sea surface, several polar bears hunted seals by the sea, looking very leisurely. Now they hunt not to fill their stomachs, but to become stronger.

Snow monsters only need to bask in the sun and fire to survive.

But the sky suddenly became overcast, and the Arctic Circle, which was already close to the polar night, became dark earlier.

It is the waves that block the sun.

The polar bears turned their heads and fled, but couldn't escape at all. The waves fell, shattering the ice.

This is the ocean taking back its turf from ice and snow.

In a patch of crushed ice, the humpback and the Dolphin make way for others. The steel and the beast pushed the ice away, crushed everything, and moved forward slowly.

The ice shattered by the waves floats on the sea.

The corpse of the sea **** on the narwhal smiled, the trident in his hand pointed forward, and seemed to be enjoying the thrill of revenge.

As an existence driven out of the Arctic Ocean by the corpse of the Ice God, he is naturally very happy to be able to take revenge. Although human beings are the last ones to bow their heads, the conflict between the corpse of God and the corpse of God in the first stage is more acute.

On the Rose Queen, Beth stood on the bow and touched the blindfold: "Everything is going well. Let's turn the Arctic Ocean back into the ocean."

The war in the West China Sea might have severely damaged the snowfields. But it will take a long time to affect the east. In other words, it was precisely because the snow monsters were concentrated on the battlefield of Storm City that everyone at sea could attack calmly.

The same thing happened elsewhere.

For example, the wall of ice and snow that the North Wind Army is responsible for, and the abyss line of defense in Eastern Europe.

The pressure in these places has plummeted, and there is even room for a counterattack. Of course, the Yeti and the Corpse of God are also harassing as much as possible to achieve a stalemate.

As winter continues, the production rate and number of snow monsters going south will increase.

Li Le, who was still tossing around in West Asia, was basically sure that the entrance to the underworld was under the **** of the Bone Priest, but how to get in was a big problem.

He was counting on the crow doctors to give some advice, but these doctors said that they would not kill and fight, but only save people.

It's crazy, no wonder you can't play the Church of the Dead.

However, devout believers can become ghosts after death, so killing people is really not a good way.

In the underworld, the death of all things hovers above the pool of souls.

It consists of countless translucent skeletons, stuck together by a black unknown liquid, floating around like a cloud. From time to time a few huge bone claws hang down.

Below the evil god, there is a pool called a pool, but it is actually a sea.

Countless rivers converge here, and countless souls float in the sea. If someone counted them one by one, they would probably be able to count 20 to 30 million.

These only pray, no sane soul. It was supposed to be the backhand behind Wuming Gray Mist's resurrection, but now, for some reason, the death of all things was cheap. It might be what the Bone Priest did.

Of course, compared to the soul sea (also known as the spiritual sea, the sea of ​​dreams) that cannot be described in words. This is indeed a pool.

And in that sea, there are many corpses of gods fighting for ownership. For example, the corpse of the sea god, the corpse of the **** of death, the corpse of the **** of dreams... so many people are robbing it, but this place has become a land without owners that everyone can use.

This is the origin of spiritual power, a sea that knows no end.

Whether the abyss or the underworld, these artificial kingdoms, are just a small bubble floating in the ocean. Unremarkable.

In the pool, the souls sang the name of God.

They have long since lost everything, except for the role of providing spiritual power and faith.

And the beliefs they provide are pure enough, and the pollution to the body of the artificial gods is very small. So no matter which man-made god, likes such a soul very much.

Abyss is not an artificial god, it is an artificial kingdom of God, but he also likes it.

From this perspective, those believers outside the underworld are dispensable. No matter the quality or quantity, it can't compare to this pool of souls.

But it must not be given up... Because the eighth-level masters such as the Bone Priest, as well as those priests and necromancers who can spread their faith, are all living people.

**Today's third update, the first two chapters were sent out after 9:00 in the morning for various reasons (that is, handicapped). The last chapter is still updated normally.