The golden battle formation and the black battle formation were facing each other, and they were clearly different.
The huge battlefield fell into unspeakable silence, with only the sound of the war flags blown by the wind.
The Great Elder looked at the sudden appearance of the black soul generals on the opposite side in disbelief, his eyes widened. Where did the other party get such a soul general? In order to gather together the Holy Flame Soul General Corps, I don't know how many lives I put into it.
The opponent's soul generals were no less numerous than him. What made him find it even more difficult to accept was that the quality of these soul generals was more than one level higher than the soul generals of his Holy Flame Soul General Corps.
How can it be¡¡
The Southern Cross Regiment? Suddenly, the great elder remembered the origin of this name. It had appeared in the information about Tianlu. That was an ancient corps that had long since been lost in history. How could there still be so many souls left? Ten thousand years, the soul will be able to withstand the erosion of hundreds of years, which is already very powerful. Ten thousand years, what is the concept of that? It's so long that even the soul will want to commit suicide.
He had never heard of a soul that could survive ten thousand years.
But, not only that, there are so many more!
The Great Elder felt that his understanding of Soul General had been completely overturned.
The soldiers of Soul General are fierce and fierce, with high fighting spirit and strict discipline. Every one of them can see the veteran temperament formed through thousands of battles.
When these veterans gathered together, the killing momentum immediately suppressed the corps with his holy flame soul.
Tang Tian was also shocked. He knew the qualitative transformation of the Immortal Sword in the sword vortex storm, and knew that these remaining souls had re-condensed their bodies. However, watching them silently walk out of the Immortal Sword, watching them walk out carrying the battle flag of the Southern Cross Regiment, his heart was filled with indescribable emotion and sadness.
Because he knows how they have come here in the past ten thousand years. He knows that every hundred years, they will smash themselves to pieces like moths flying into a flame.
The Sea of ??Rest, this paradise that contains the hope and sustenance of the living, has become a battlefield that they have never given up for thousands of years.
The life and death of the Corps are unknown, how can we rest in peace!
When I see these soul generals who have fought for thousands of years and been shattered into pieces hundreds of times in the darkness that no one knows, they really break free from the sea of ??rest, really reshape their souls, and they really carry tens of thousands of years of unwillingness and attachment, and never Hai, who was willing to rest in peace, walked out and saw them standing under the battle flag of the Southern Cross Regiment and shouting. Unspeakable emotion stirred in Tang Tian's heart.
Tears burst out of Ashin's eyes. His comrade-in-arms, his senior, stood in front of him, fighting alongside him.
¡ª¡ªIn the name of the Southern Cross Regiment, fight!
Time has been left behind us, reality has been penetrated by us, ten thousand years have passed, we meet again on the battlefield, and we stand side by side again. The vows made back then are still stirring in our hearts, and the battle flags we made back then are still flying above our heads.
Hey, ten thousand years later, we are still us!
Hey, ten thousand years later, the Southern Cross Regiment is still the Southern Cross Regiment!
Ashin wiped away his tears, walked up to the leader, saluted, and said loudly: "General Ashin of the Southern Cross Corps, here to report."
The Great Elder¡¯s pupils couldn¡¯t help but shrink. He knew that he had really made a mistake this time. General Ashin, this is the general soul general who killed the Qiu Kill Corps last time. He didn't expect that this soul general who looked confused was actually Ashin!
The big man returned the gift and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, General, according to wartime regulations, you will be given the highest command authority. However, before that, Your Excellency, General, can you tell us whether the Corps is still there?"
There was a commotion in the strict battle formation for the first time, and all the soldiers' eyes fell on Ashin.
"The Corps is no longer here." Ashin's voice was calm.
The eyes of all the soldiers dimmed, and sobs continued to sound in the battle formation. The figures of many of them are fading little by little. They were originally a remnant soul, but it was just because of the persistence in their hearts that they struggled to support themselves and were not annihilated by the years. But now that they heard that the Corps was gone, they felt that their persistence for so many years was meaningless. Without the support of faith, their bodies will melt and disappear like ice and snow.
The big man burst into tears and burst into tears: "It's too late, we're still too late Yes, it's been ten thousand years"
Ashin's heart suddenly throbbed, like a knife twisting. Hearing their self-blame and their sorrow and loss, what appeared in his mind was like a moth rushing to the flame. It was the endless "The life and death of the regiment is unknown, we are unknown" floating over the Sea of ??Rest. How can we rest?"
He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and shouted loudly: "But we are here!"
The soldiers raised their heads and looked at the weak general with blurred eyes.
"We are here, and the Corps is here!"
Every word of A Xin was resonant and nailed into the hearts of the soldiers. They wiped away tears, held their heads high, and held their chests high.
Ashin's gaze slowly swept across everyone and asked loudly: "We haven't been annihilated for ten thousand years. Why? Because?"
Facing everyone's gaze and the dazzling golden light, Ashin suddenly thought of the screws that had been howling in the ice coffin for thousands of years. He suddenly thought of the little devil who wanted to reproduce the glory of the machine corps and wanted to pass on the tradition of the corps. He thought of every moment he had spent in the past ten thousand years. One day, I remembered that we spent hundreds of years of sleep in the Sea of ??Rest in exchange for moths flying into the flame.
For the first time, with arrogance and scorn on his cynical face, he pointed at everyone, pointed at his chest, and told everyone word for word.
"The souls of our soldiers will never die, and the Southern Cross Corps will never die!"
Boom!
All the soul generals felt a shock in their heads. This sentence seemed to be nailed directly into their heads. Their originally fuzzy and lost consciousness suddenly became clear. That's right! Your Excellency, the General, is right! They failed to catch up with the supporting corps, but it was also the corps that was gone. Only their souls were left, and the responsibility to defend the glory of the corps fell on them.
They are duty-bound!
Who else would it be than me!
"The dim bodies of these proud soldiers became solid again, and they were solider than before, and their faces glowed with a different kind of light.
The surging fighting spirit soared into the sky, like a dragon rising into the sky, slamming into the holy flame light curtain in the sky.
Boom boom boom!
The holy flame light curtain in the sky shook violently, and the holy flames scattered in all directions.
Ashin's eyes were firm, looking at the new soldiers, his heart was equally agitated, and a strong fighting spirit was burning in his body. When he shouted those words himself, all the haze in his heart was swept away. Yes, so what if the Corps is gone, they are still there!
They are here, and the Corps is here!
Ashin exudes a fierce aura. He is like an unsheathed sword, sharp and unstoppable. Looking at the golden battle formation in front of him, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Those of you guys who can only put together the shells, come on, let me see what a corps is!
He raised his arms and roared angrily.
"Southern Cross Regiment, advance!"
Boom boom boom.
The black torrent advanced unhurriedly. Their speed was not fast, but they had an unstoppable momentum that was enough to crush all enemies standing in front of them.
The Great Elder witnessed the whole process with his own eyes. He wanted to interrupt several times, but he didn't know how to interrupt. The attachment and identification these souls have with the Corps is truly astonishing. He was a little envious. How could he have such loyal subordinates?
He quickly put this idea behind him. For now, none of this matters. Only those who win this war will have a future.
After experiencing the initial shock, he had long since calmed down. The sudden appearance of the Soul General Corps disrupted his deployment, but he was still confident. This is the Holy Continent, with endless holy flames, and this is his carefully arranged home court.
It is wishful thinking to defeat him here.
He smiled slightly, confidently and calmly, and said calmly: "Sophie, I leave everything to you."
Sophie bowed and obeyed the order, turned around and led the Holy Flame Soul General Corps to attack. Wow, the golden torrent also surged forward.
The Great Elder showed satisfaction. Even after the opponent showed his strength, Sophie was still unaffected, and her own soul general showed no fear and faced the enemy without flinching.
It doesn¡¯t matter if you lack exercise, just exercise more. It doesn¡¯t matter if you get injured. There is endless supply of holy flames here. It doesn't matter if they die, a group of them will be eliminated and the rest will be the elite. As for the cannon fodder, there will be plenty of them.
And, is your home court so easy to deal with?
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the great elder, and he flicked his finger in the air. It was as if an invisible string connecting the holy flame light curtain was plucked, and countless holy flames fell like raindrops.
The Holy Flame fell on the Holy Flame Soul General Corps. The momentum of the Holy Flame Soul General Corps suddenly increased. When it fell on the Southern Cross Corps, they were immediately melted away by the opponent's murderous intent. However, with the interference of the Holy Flame, their momentum suddenly increased. Sluggish, slightly unsmooth.
Duke stood up without hesitation at this time and smiled slightly. The great elder's methods looked very powerful in the eyes of others, but in Duke's eyes, such small methods were really not worth mentioning.
He floated down around Ashin and drew a circle in the void with his palm.
The unspeakable fluctuations rapidly expandedOpening up, a faint circle of light appeared above the corps. The holy flame fell into the circle of light and was quickly annihilated and decomposed. The holy flame turned into strands of virtual energy to replenish the losses of Ashin and the others. He learned this from Tang Tian's Sword Vortex Storm. However, his control over the laws is more advanced. He seems to be less powerful and cannot compare with Sword Vortex Storm, but he can still replenish the losses of soldiers.
The great elder glanced at Duke, and there was not much surprise. Although the previous confrontation between him and Duke was short and restrained, both of them knew the other's skill. Duke's ability to change the energy of the Holy Flame in such a unique way still made his eyes light up.
However, for him, controlling the Holy Flame requires almost no effort, but how long can the other party sustain it?
The other party¡¯s arrangements are very targeted, and they have obviously studied the Holy Flame carefully. However, do you think I only have these methods?
The great elder sneered in his heart.
Below him, the golden torrent and the black torrent collided heavily.