I am a god in another world

The five Purple Dragon Knight Corps changed their attack direction as if they had received a signal, and charged in the direction of King Yasang's advance.

The two coordinated and crushed the enemy.

The defense line of the Tukan people was completely torn apart, and the Purple Dragon Knight Corps, like mercury leaking out of the ground, began to infiltrate in all directions along the torn gap, further tearing the defense line of the Tukan people.

There was no need to command at all, and the mercenary army would naturally follow up when they saw the opportunity and take over to consolidate the victory of the Purple Dragon Knight Corps.

This situation was not a coincidence, but a tactic formulated by the Furen Coalition from the beginning.

Like the goddess of strategy, King Yasang, the human king, also needed to rely on the overall strength of the Furen Coalition.

In other words, he could also borrow strength from his identity as a human king.

The more brilliant the war results achieved by the Furen Coalition, the more power he could borrow from it.

Especially against the army led by the evil god Yamen Khan.

It was even more of a decline.

Yamen Khan obviously knew this, and he stretched out his hand and circled it, and the killing power on the battlefield surged wildly again.

Hundreds of killing lamas guarding the Tukan camp roared at the same time and entered the killing Vajra state.

The only difference from most of the killing Vajras with bare hands was that a large blood-red longbow was condensed in their hands.

There was no need for Yamen Khan's order at all, and these killing Vajras immediately followed him to bend their bows and shoot arrows.

A huge blood-red rain of arrows shot towards the dragon group led by King Yasang.

The purpose was simple, which was a saturation attack.

King Yasang had to do his best to take on Yamen Khan's attack, and see how you intercept the rest.

The attacks of these killing Vajras may not be as powerful as Yamen Khan's, but with the blessing of numbers, they should not be underestimated.

"Sword Light Storm!" King Yasang swung out eight swords in one breath.

Each sword shot out a slightly smaller sword light, crisscrossing, looking like a sword light storm, completely defending himself and the dragon mount in front.

He didn't care about the life and death of the five dragon souls following behind him.

They were all summoned dragon soul phantoms. Even if they were blown up, it would only waste some energy. As long as the dragon soul flag was not destroyed and the purple dragon knights who worshipped them were not annihilated, they would not die completely.

These five purple dragons seemed to know their fate, so they dived one by one to the most densely populated area of ​​the Tukan people below.

They would use their last strength to attack the enemy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There were no surprises in the end.

None of the arrows shot at King Yasang could break through his sword defense line.

The five dragon souls could not withstand the attack of this wave of super arrow rain and were directly shot up in the air.

The killing power and purple control power overflowed wildly, causing the soldiers below to fall into chaos and frenzy again.

This time, Yamen Khan was slightly better.

But there was no joy on Yamen Khan's face, because he found that he had been tricked again.

King Yasang himself was also a chess move, the main purpose of which was to contain himself and the main force of the killing lama, so that they could not interfere with the legendary spellcaster of the Furen coalition.

Now the opponent's legendary spell has taken shape.

A red cloud appeared out of thin air directly above the Tukan army. Even from a distance of several kilometers, the terrifying fire elements condensed in it could be clearly felt.

These fire elements were so condensed that they began to drip down in the form of raindrops.

A fire rain fell from the sky, with a diameter of up to five kilometers.

In the middle of this fire cloud, there was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a luxurious court robe. Who else could it be but Fenggedahast, the court wizard of the Kingdom of Cormier.

The fire rain enveloped the sky directly above the Tukan army, and the Furen coalition side was not affected at all.

As the fire cloud floated, the fire rain slowly began to fly towards the direction of the Tukan army.

"Ahhh... Help, I'm on fire, I'm on fire!"

"Khan, save me, Khan, save me..."

"There's no way to fight this battle, run for your lives! Everyone, run for your lives!"

This rain of fire was a fatal blow to the Tukans, and directly led to their collapse across the board.

Let's not talk about whether they can withstand the burning of this rain of fire, their clothes and armor can't stand it, and they will soon be ignited.

Even if they can withstand it themselves, their horses can't stand it. In the continuous burning pain, many Tukan horses fell into madness, didn't listen to the knight's command at all, jumped around wildly, and messed up the Tukan formation.

The only ones who could barely hold on were the killing lamas who turned into killing Vajra.

But in front of tens of thousands of Feren coalition forces, they were alone.

When they were left standing alone on the battlefield, it was the moment they were focused.

Magic, arrows, and various ranged attacks poured down on them.

Before those melee fighters could get close, they fell down.

The defeat was like a landslide.

When the courage of the Tukan people was completely shattered, even Yamen Khan could not pull them back.

"Yamen Khan, take my sword again!" King Yasan was full of vigor.

He swung his sword at Yamen Khan again.

It was also a simple slash, but no matter how big or how much energy was concentrated, it was incomparable to the first time.

It was like it had the ability to shatter the void. It slashed out and appeared in front of Yamen Khan in the next moment.

In a hurry, Yamen Khan had no time to change his weapon and directly handed over the super-giant blood-red longbow.

With a "click", the blood-red longbow condensed by the divine power of killing was as crisp as a bamboo pole and was directly cut off with one blow.

However, this also won a little time for Yamen Khan. A pair of giant palms emitted a dazzling, golden light that could not be looked at directly, and slapped the giant sword light.

Bang!

Yamen Khan shattered the sword light with one palm, but at the moment of shattering, he regretted it.

Because the shattered sword light, like a broken long sword, shot in all directions.

As a result, it is conceivable that the killing Vajra closest to Yamen Khan were either shot into sieves or cut into pieces.

King Yasang's attack on him was fake, and it was true that he wanted to use his hands to clean up those killing lamas.

But King Yasang didn't give him a chance to think, and the second sword light had already chopped out.

For a moment, Yamen Khan was a little hesitant, not knowing whether to take King Yasang's attack head-on.

If he took it head-on, the previous scene would continue.

But if he didn't take it, this kind of attack from the human king who gathered the faith of hundreds of thousands of soldiers would not be so easy for him to digest.

"We have become a burden to the Buddha here. Retreat, retreat all. As long as we preserve our strength, we will come back one day." After the State Master Skanbuhe issued a hoarse order, his whole body flashed with golden light, and his figure began to fade. It was obvious that he was ready to use a secret technique similar to teleportation to teleport away.

"Skanbuhe!" Yamen Khan roared angrily.

His most important combat goal today was not to defeat the Furen coalition.

But to use the Furen coalition to thoroughly clean up the killing lamas headed by the State Master Skanbuhe.

After regaining his humanity, he clearly realized that these killing lamas were the cancer parasitic on the Tukan people. If they were not completely eliminated, they would continue to harm other Tukan people.

They would constantly create new killing living Buddhas for their own benefit.

For them, killing living Buddhas did not necessarily need to become Buddhas. As long as they could help them establish a privileged class, they would live in the Buddha Kingdom.

But Skanbuhe was as slippery as ever. What he caught now was the opportunity for King Yasang to tie up Yamen Khan's energy.

But he underestimated Yamen Khan's determination. The Tukan King actually met King Yasang's attack with one palm, and turned his other palm to aim at the Skanbuhe State Master who was about to disappear.

Puff!

This seemingly ordinary palm actually made the Skanbuhe State Master spurt blood from his mouth. The whole person was like an insect in amber, nailed there.

Go, can't go.

Go back, can't go back.

With his own vigorous vitality, he would not die for a while.

This situation did not last for a few seconds. With the sound of a sharp blade cutting metal, Master Scanbuhe felt that he was freed from the terror.

Then he continued to launch a new round of teleportation without thinking, and fled from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

For him, this place was already a desperate situation. No matter who won the final victory, he would die.

The glimpse before leaving made him understand what was going on.

It was King Yasang who saved his life.

Every attack of King Yasang now contained the will blessing of more than 100,000 people of the Furen coalition, which was their desire for victory.

Even when Yamen Khan tried his best, it was a bit difficult to take on such an attack, not to mention splitting his attention.

He did not break up King Yasang's second super giant sword light.

In other words, the second sword light itself was a mother-child sword.

There are two layers of power inside and outside.

King Yasang's own power is inside, and the blessing power of the Furen coalition is outside.

Yamen Khan dispersed the power of the Furen coalition, but King Yasang's power continued to advance with overwhelming force, cutting directly on Yamen Khan's super-giant golden palm.

The sword light was like cutting on a huge metal ingot, making a terrifying friction sound.

Boom.

Half of the super-giant golden palm fell to the ground with a bang. There was no blood on it, and it did not return to its original form like those killing Vajra after death. It just lay there.

Obviously, Yamen Khan's Vajra incarnation is not a transformation in the ordinary sense, but a transformation of divine power, which is real.

This means that once it is damaged, it is not so easy to repair and make up, because it represents the divine power that has been cut off - this kind of cutting is not at the physical level, but at the level of faith.

Now on the entire battlefield, the enemy and ours add up to more than 200,000 people. They witnessed this incident with their own eyes. They believe that Yamen Khan's right palm was cut off by King Yasang.

The power of faith they generated in this process prevented Yamen Khan from reattaching his broken palm or growing a new one.

What's more terrible is that the State Master Skanbuhe set a very bad precedent.

Those originally hesitant lamas followed suit and ran away in the blink of an eye.

It is true that they are believers in the way of killing, but their way of killing is aimed at others, not themselves.

Even though the living Buddha they believed in was right beside them, when the moment of killing to prove the truth came, they hesitated - their practice was not enough, and they were not ready to face this moment.

These killing lamas were the most important force of Yamen Khan in killing Buddha. When they left him, this part of the force naturally withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was directly reflected in the body of the Vajra, whose height and strength were greatly reduced.

In the blink of an eye, it fell from nearly 40 meters to 30 meters.

This further accelerated the collapse of the Tukan people. The Khan's guards did not care about forming a defense line to counterattack again, but screamed and howled into the surrounding rain curtain, and fled for their lives.

In this situation, Yamen Khan could not take care of himself, let alone save them. They could only save themselves.

King Yasang took advantage of the situation and wielded his sword to launch a crazy attack, one sword faster than another, because the distance between the two sides was constantly closing, and it was close to half a kilometer.

Given the huge size of both sides, this distance is already a face-to-face close combat.

The space for maneuvering has been greatly reduced, and the only thing Yamen Khan can do is to fight with all his strength.

The terrifying sound of metal cutting is endless, and from time to time a piece of metal will fall to the ground.

King Yasan's offensive is as unstoppable as the attack of the Furen coalition.

"The coalition will win, King Yasan will win."

"Victory will belong to Furen, victory belongs to us, kill all these barbaric invaders!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The shouts of victory resounded through the sky, and the Furen coalition had already pressed forward, constantly compressing the living space of the Tukan army, trying to drive them all into the rain of fire.

Fenggedahast is a legendary great wizard who can rank among the top ten in Furen, with more than 30 professional levels. This legendary spell he personally performed is called Fire Rain, which is an absolutely high-level legendary spell.

In the fire cloud, there is an elemental array that can directly connect to the fire element plane, which continuously absorbs fire elements.

Therefore, the duration of this firestorm is far beyond imagination, up to 24 hours.

Unless someone is immune to fire, the only way for someone to survive this legendary spell is to escape from its coverage.

However, the coverage area of ​​5 kilometers in diameter will make those soldiers without teleportation spells fall into endless despair.

Not to mention, this spell itself can move.

It was originally cast over the Tukan army, and soon floated over the Tukan camp. In a few minutes, it turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Behind the Furen coalition, the storm caught up. Wherever they attacked, the heavy rain would follow, extinguishing the fire ignited by the firestorm.

At the beginning of the war, King Yasan ordered the coalition spellcasters to manipulate the weather and drench the entire Sesk Plain with heavy rain.

It was not just a simple response to Gavin on the Aesannas Plain, but also a preparation for this terrifying high-level legendary spell to prevent the fire from burning the camp, setting the entire Sesk Plain on fire, and roasting the Furen coalition alive.

"Invaders, all should pay the price! Victory will belong to us! We must win!" King Yasang drove the ancient purple dragon to swoop down. Both of them were wrapped in brilliant golden light, like gods descending from heaven. The great sword in their hands was even wrapped in golden light. With an unmatched posture, they chopped at Yamen Khan's head.

"We must win!" Influenced by King Yasang, the entire Furen coalition was ignited again and cheered excitedly.

And this provided further blessing for King Yasang.

I don't know if Yamen Khan was also affected. Facing King Yasang's inevitable blow, he was stunned and let the great sword chop his neck.

The result can be imagined.

Even though his neck was surprisingly thick, its hardness exceeded that of refined gold.

But still unable to withstand the chopping of this power that no longer belonged to the human world, with a terrifying clang, Yamen Khan's head soared into the sky.

Along with it flew up, there was also a waterfall of red blood.

Seeing this situation, King Yasang not only did not show any joy, but instead shouted that it was not good, this was the enemy's escape.

The waterfall-like blood was not blood, but the original power that had always been kept by Yamen Khan in the depths of the Vajra body. He clearly saw that there was an extremely irregular crystal inside, which was filled with endless killing desire.

It was the fragment of the killing godhead that remained in Yamen Khan's body after the second shattering.

Although the fragment of the killing godhead that was freed from the Vajra body was unprecedentedly weak, it was also unprecedentedly pure, and seemed to have returned to its original state.

At this moment, King Yasang suddenly realized that not only was he playing a big game, but Yamen Khan was also playing it.

The opponent's chess game was called borrowing a knife to kill.

He not only wanted to kill those killing lamas, but also kill himself.

Because to Yamen Khan, the body of the diamond is a cage, used to imprison the fragments of the killing godhead and his soul consciousness.

If he doesn't break it, he will be a prisoner worshipped on the altar by these killing lamas.

That's why Yamen Khan, who obviously has the opportunity to escape, still fights with him to death here.

That's why he always feels that the other party has not given his all.

"It's not that easy to borrow my knife! Dragon Breath!" King Yasan understood what was going on, but it didn't mean that he would let Yamen Khan go so easily.

He really couldn't attack Yamen Khan who was hiding in the killing power, but he was not alone from beginning to end. He also had an ancient purple dragon under his crotch.

The fact that this ancient purple dragon had not attacked Yamen Khan before did not mean that he was weak.

It was just because Yamen Khan and King Yasan were too strong, so he didn't have many opportunities to intervene. (End of this chapter)