The World’s Strongest Legion System

"Is it arrogance, or is it something that gives them confidence? Is it a wave of blood?"

Overlord Jinshen narrowed his eyes, and then looked at Yan marching northward, the soldiers of the Barbarian races became more aware of something wrong.

No matter how you look at it, it's a bit like a bad intention?

"I'll go, don't this group of goods want to attack the giant Rakshasa, right?"

The overlord's golden body was a fierce spirit, although it felt a little unbelievable, but the thought was surging under the sea of ​​mind, lingering.

Compared with the conflict with the Giant Rakshasa, he cares more about the Yan tribe.

After all, the former belongs to the internal struggle of the seventh plane, and the eight kings of the Dylan plane belong to the war of the planes.

It's just that the Sands occupied a small stronghold in Dru City and caused such a big trouble. If the four-nation coalition forces were to occupy a large area of ​​territory in the southern part of the Giant Raksha Empire, it would be really troublesome.

"Fuck him, the dead horse is used as a living horse doctor. Anyway, you can't let these grandchildren easily succeed!"

Overlord Jinshen took out a piece of cloth and hurriedly wrote a few words, "Beware of the Yan tribe's sneak attack!"

Tied to a mysterious iron arrow, "Ouuuuu," with a harsh whistle sound, shot at several giant Raksha Sen sentries outside the city.

Then he turned his head and ordered the seventh-order fire spirit behind him: "The entire army immediately withdraw from the portal, you high-ranking generals, set fire to the city along the wall!"

"Follow the order!" Huo Ling did not hesitate to give the Overlord Jinshen's order, bowed and saluted, and the two turned to fly towards the city to pass the order.

A dozen other high-level fire spirits flew along the city wall, yelling for the soldiers to evacuate, and shooting rockets to ignite the fires that had been prepared for a long time.

"I hope Kurudi is not old enough to be confused, can he arouse a little vigilance?"

Afterwards, a faint fire came out of the eyes of the king's golden body, and a person stood on the head of the city, watching the movement of the giant Rakshasa army in the distance.

He had done everything he could, and even allowed the army to retreat early and set fire to the city to make the Giant Rakshasa give up the idea of ​​regaining Monroe City and instead focus on the Yan people.

Similarly, the Yan people had no reason to jointly attack Monroe City and let the two armies merge.

It can be said that his cheap son-in-law was broken for the sake of the giant Raksha Empire of his father-in-law.

"Father, it seems that the Langya people just shot a loud arrow toward the north?"

Among the Yan Clan army, Yan Guangzu rubbed his eyes and looked surprised: "Strange, didn't they build a portal in the city? Did they find that we are here for peace talks?"

"Idiot, order the whole army to speed up!" Yan Guang Zuo Muqi's eyes turned black. At this time, the Langya people sent a message to the Giant Raksha, which was obviously not a good thing.

Talk about peace, talk about a ghost?

He originally wanted to encircle and wipe out the Langya Army, but he got the exact news halfway through the road. The Langya Army had mastered a portable and convenient portal.

For this reason, no trace of the portal was found outside the ancient city of Loulan.

While surprised in his heart, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​encircling the Langya Army, but instead planned to take the opportunity to destroy the Southern Legion of the Giant Raksha Empire and occupy the southern city, the southern city.

"Father, there is no need to be so anxious? Wouldn't it be safer if we waited until the blood surge before doing it?" Yan Guangzu asked again with a dull look.

"Is all **** in your head?"

Yan Guang Zuo Mu finally couldn't help but cursed: "The blood tide is approaching, and the Giant Rakshasa cannot deploy troops. How can such a good opportunity be let go?

Do you think that throughout the winter, our hundreds of thousands of troops will be nestled in Drew City and what will we eat? What to drink? "

"Guangzu!" Tie Wangluo followed behind, and said with a smile: "The old man is right. First, the soldiers need a place to relax!

The second is that we raided the south, which also caused chaos within the giant Raksha, making them unable to concentrate on the blood wave, and the loss was even more serious. "

"Yes, the Langya people occupy Monroe City, only the giant Raksha people will feel angry, and we occupy the entire south, it will make them feel scared.

Because in the hearts of the Giant Rakshas, ​​the strength of the eight kings of our Dylan plane has already penetrated their blood! "

Yan Guang Zuomu touched his chin and nodded in satisfaction, but it didn't feel as good as the white beard before, and he missed it quite a bit.

"So that's it? You didn't say it earlier!" Iron Wang Luo suddenly realized.

Yan Guang Zuomu cast his eyes, full of disgust, three sons, the boss is stable, the third is smart and talented.

Just this **** is stupid, and the one who is too fate is not good. Two excellent ones are dead, just leave this stupid one?

Is this God's punishment?

Yan Guang Zuo Mu shook his head. As he got older, the more he couldn't break through the Ninth-Order Semi-God Realm, the more he felt awe of God's inspiration in his heart.

It is said that the demigod state is a process of transformation from man to god. Once it crosses over, it will have a life span of a thousand years, and it will walk in the void without eating or eating.

However, the chance of one in a thousand is desperate.

He spent more than 50 years in the eighth-order penance in his previous life, consuming countless resources, and still did not find the way.

Therefore, in this life of Jihun, no matter what price he pays, he will get the Divine Crystal of Emperor Yan and enter the semi-divine realm.

Once entering the Demigod Realm, let alone Yanjin Family, the eight major sects of the first plane, they must give him a bit of face.

"Stop ahead!"

Seeing that the forward of the Yan Clan Army was less than three miles away from the Giant Raksha Army, several Giant Raksha generals rushed forward.

"Woo," the Yan Clan trombone sounded, the forward slowed down, and the left and right wing cavalry dispersed.

Iron King Luo rode on a ground dragon beast, with a wry face, Duke Monroe, lazily escaped from the battlefield: "I'm blind. Didn't see the banner of our four-nation coalition army?

Tell you Marshal Kurudi, Grand Duke Monroe asked us to help, quickly get out of the way, we have to enter the camp to repair. "

"Monroe, is that you?" The Giant Raksha general on the opposite side did not speak, but shouted at Monroe.

"Brother Charin, it's me!" Monroe had no choice but to bite the bullet and wave his hand.

"It's really Monroe!" The two sides were hundreds of meters apart, and the seventh-order leader Charin took a closer look and found nothing unusual, and he was slightly relieved.

A young noble general at the side said: "My lord, since the Duke of Monroe personally leads the team, there should be no problem!"

"Yes, the Langya people must have deliberately sow discord, we must not be fooled."

"If you want me to say, let it go. They are the eight kings of the Dylan plane and can't afford to offend them."

"That is, the moon on the plane of Dylan is rounder than ours, everyone is polite and will not do anything against faith!"

One person spoke, and several other young nobles followed and yelled, looking at the Yan Clan Army's eyes, as if seeing an idol, straight out of light.