Comprehensive Manga: The Throne of Kings

When he broke through to the ninth level, he had already been prompted by the system, and the last target task had already started, to condense the godhead and completely restore the system.

There is no survival point reward for this target task, but the complete system itself is a great thing for Li Yi.

The most direct point is that once the system is repaired, he can read his previous power archive.

Although it is said that Li Yi's strength has surpassed the previous peak/peak, after all, those strengths are obtained through his own hard work. Once successfully read out, Li Yi can use the transformation crystal to absorb them.

Even if he can only absorb part of it, this part is still worth ten or twenty years of self-cultivation.

At that time, Li Yi is [-]% sure that he can directly condense the godhead and be promoted to the high god position.

When that time really came, Karthus was just a snap of his fingers.

"After breaking through to the god position, the ordinary use of power is actually not the strongest method. The real powerful power of a god lies in the use of the realm of divine power. I just broke through, and it was too late to understand my own realm of gods. Time to think about it."

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Where is the 125 Death Battalion?

Time flies, and time flies like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and it was like the calm before the storm.

Finally, when the first dark wolf figure appeared at the pass at the foot of the mountain, the overwhelming dark army roared in, and a catastrophe finally came.

Countless warg pioneers came barking, and countless fallen elves rode on the wargs, bending their bows and shooting arrows while running wildly.

A dense rain of arrows washed down.

"Fight, fight, cheer me up and beat this group of dirty stupid things to death!"

In the highland pass, Tryndamere, the barbarian king in iron armor, roared again and again. Li Yi didn't let him join the special warfare team, but let the barbarian king participate in leading the army and lead the army to fight.

After all, Queen Ashe doesn't have too many generals, Braum is unreliable, and there are only a handful of people who can command troops.

Barbarian King Tryndamere not only had good combat power, but also had a very good ability to command troops. Under his effective dispatch, although the enemy's arrow rain was overwhelming, it did not cause too many casualties.

Instead, the Highland Legion took advantage of the danger and counterattacked with bows and arrows, killing many wolf cavalry who charged.

But it is a pity that this casualty is nothing but a drop in the bucket for the entire huge dark army.

With an earth-shattering roar, the vanguard of the Dark Legion, like a crazy black wave, slammed into the border city defense of the highland snow field.

The black turbulence and the snow-white frost faced each other fiercely at this moment, and there was no room for change.

The highland tribes have always been bitterly cold. Each of the warriors here grew up in arduous battles. They are genuine ice and snow warriors. They wear ice-like iron armor, hold spears and swords, and have the flexibility not inferior to elves, but At the same time, it also has a majestic physique comparable to a barbarian.

The powerful Ice Warrior used his body to form an unbreakable frost barrier on the pass, resisting the impact of the dark army.

The sharp frost blades tore off the wolf's fur, chopped off the heads of the elves, and one after another corpses fell at their feet, with blood gurgling.

However, the highland tribes were all mobilized, and the Frost Legion had only a hundred thousand troops.

On the contrary, the Dark Magic Legion is a bewitched and integrated army of wolves and elves, as well as many evil gods and monsters awakened from mythology and their spirit monsters.

Even if the quality is poor, when the number of enemies reaches a limit, the balance of victory will begin to pour.

The indestructible frost defense line, like a huge ice crystal mountain, began to be eroded and soaked by those terrible black energies, like a dam that was about to be washed away by a flood.

"Bastard! If you want to break through Lao Tzu's line of defense, you can only step over my corpse! Where is the death camp? Come with me!"

Seeing that his own line of defense was already in jeopardy, the barbarian king Tryndamere in the crowd was furious. His barbarian tribe was destroyed by the dark tide like this. He would never allow the same failure to happen to him again.

He tore off the iron armor on his body, revealing a scarred upper body, a body full of strong muscle bumps, showing wild strength.

With a big knife in his hand, the barbarian king Tryndamere took the lead, and with a hiss, a charging wolf was cut in half by him. The hot blood smeared him into a blood man, which added to the murderous aura.

"kill!"

Tryndamere let out a wild roar, and launched a reverse charge towards the rushing darkness without fear. Behind him, thousands of death camp warriors who also took off their armor immediately followed, desperately fighting for life and death. .

They were like sharp knives, and the Barbarian King Tryndamere was the point of the invincible knife. Thousands of people risked their lives to make a surprise attack against the enemy, which made the attack of the Dark Legion confused for a moment, and the pressure on the Frost Legion's defense line was greatly reduced.

"Things that don't know how to live or die, I went to clean him up."

In the camp of the Dark Magic Legion, a guy dressed like an Egyptian pharaoh came out. He was tall, with a dog's head, holding a strange-shaped weapon that looked like a staff and a giant axe, and gravel kept rolling down from his body. Come, wherever you pass, the earth will be deserted, and everything around you will lose moisture.

There are even many soldiers of the Dark Legion, because they are too close to him, they will be sucked in by the billowing yellow sand, and will soon turn into a shriveled corpse, with all the blood drained from their bodies.

His name is Nasus, and he is known as the Death God of the Desert. He is an evil monster in ancient legends.

Seeing that the Barbarian King led the Death Battalion to charge in the opposite direction, almost blocking the army's attacking pace, Nasus snorted coldly, asked for orders, and entered the field with heavy steps.

The earth shook, and the yellow sand rolled.

Nasus came to the battlefield with an exotic smell of death. Wherever he passed, the hard/hard glacial land turned into quicksand. Soldiers from both sides, whether they were the enemy or us, were caught in the quicksand storm and screamed. Turned into shriveled corpses.

"Die!"

With a roar of pride, Nasus raised the ax in his hand, and the power of death surged, and he slashed at the barbarian king's head.

With a bang, Tryndamere blocked it with the knife in time, but the terrifying force still made his arms go numb. He glanced at Nasus in surprise, and then his face sank, the anger in his eyes seemed to erupt from reality. Same.

Endless fury!

Tryndamere raised his head to the sky and roared furiously, with a frantic fighting spirit, he raised his knife and rushed forward, fighting with Nasus again.

The situation on the battlefield became a little anxious for a while.