And the other side.

Situ Hong once again entered a dimension, armored troops roared, and five million soldiers with guns and live ammunition lined up.

The moment this terrifying army appeared, the entire plane fell silent instantly.

The 300,000 Yalong tribe here gathered nervously, and the patriarch shouted to Situ Hong with a worried look on his face: "Human race, you, what are you..."

Situ Hong was expressionless: "Today, your houses will be destroyed, your beliefs will be crushed, and your corpses and souls will become the nourishment of Daxia."

"Daxia?" The Yalong clan leader was stunned for a moment: "But..."

"There are no buts, and there is no need to beg for mercy." Situ Hong said coldly: "Your fate has already been determined, the moment you decided to fight for God."

"Now, as a final glory as a warrior, take up arms and fight for your beliefs."

“Let’s see if God can help you!”

"Wow!"

In the crisp metallic sound, guns are loaded and heavy artillery is loaded!

Five million pitch-black muzzles and barrels were all aimed at the 300,000 Yalong Tribe!

Deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Terrifying murderous intent soared into the sky, the aura that destroyed everything!

Cold sweat ran down the forehead of the Yalong tribe leader, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably, but he still said tremblingly: "But we agreed to cooperate with Daxia. I told the undercover soldier before..."

"ah?"

Situ Hong was stunned for a moment.

Her expression became strange.

The expressions of the soldiers also became strange.

"Wait a minute." Situ Hong looked at the staff officer beside him: "What's going on?"

"That's not right. It says here that their family refuses to cooperate..." The staff officer took out a form in his pocket and looked at it carefully. His murderous expression suddenly turned a little guilty, and he laughed dryly and said: "Ahem, I'm sorry.

Misread the line."

"This is plane number thirty-four. Well, it chose to cooperate with us. The plane number thirty-five below is the one that is going to be destroyed..."

Situ Hong: "..."

Soldiers: "..."

Chief of the Yalong Tribe: “…”

"Haha, just kidding, isn't this the New Year? I, Daxia, specially give you the entire program." Situ Hong reacted very quickly and quickly smiled at the clan leader: "We are here to pay New Year's greetings!"

"Really?" The Yalong tribe leader's legs were still trembling. The terrifying scene just now was really too scary!

He has no doubt that the human army in front of him can really easily destroy him!

Almost!

Just a little bit closer!

"Can that be false?" Situ Hong said righteously: "You are my comrades in arms in Daxia, how can I, Daxia, destroy you?"

"Come on, come on, put your guns away and give out gifts! Happy New Year!"

The soldiers immediately put away their guns, and their cold murderous intent turned into enthusiastic smiles. They took out bags of rice, flour, grains and oils from their backpacks, took out Spring Festival couplets and snacks, and hurriedly delivered them to them.

"Have a great New Year, big brother and big sister."

"Daxia is here to give gifts."

"Come, take it, don't look at me like that... Why are your pants wet, fellow?"

"Hey, my fellow villagers' houses are leaking. Come here, some brothers, and work with me to repair the houses for my fellow villagers!"

"There is a little Argonian here. How old is it? Oh, he's five years old...wait, is he really five years old?" The warrior raised his head in confusion and looked at the 1.8-meter Argonian cub.

I couldn't help but lament the racial gap, but I still took out a lollipop from my pocket: "Here, eat this, it's sweet."

Suddenly, the originally solemn atmosphere became heated.

The soldiers sent them gifts and blessings, helped repair the house, and taught them how to make noodles.

The fellow villagers laughed a little stiffly... After all, the scene just now was so terrifying that several Argonians even wet their pants when facing this terrifying human army...

And at the same time that many planes are ushering in destruction and rebirth.

Lin Fan was like a hard-working little bee, entering those destroyed planes again and again.

The Shura Chain was cast again and again, ghosts and gods roared in the plane of destruction, and Shura stood in the world full of blood and debris.

The dark and sticky Shura chains are like poisonous snakes, imprisoning all the souls!

Fifteen planes, millions of souls turned into Shura's puppets!

Of course, the value of these souls is not high.

Although they number in the tens of millions, due to the constraints of faith, these believers have no will of their own at all, and there is still no one who has become a god.

They are all ordinary souls.

And this kind of soul is completely boring to Lin Fan, the Shura God who is about to reach the peak of the twelfth level, and no amount of it can improve his strength.

This is also the reason why Shura God is feared by countless gods. Once Shura God, who uses souls as food, grows up, he will have to devour more souls of the same level, and they must be the souls of gods with powerful divinity or those who have become gods.

Only in this way can we improve our strength.

To put it bluntly, Lin Fan doesn't even take a second look at the soul of a middle-class god now.

Expansion.

Lin Fan simply gave all these souls to Shang Weitian.

This whole process lasted ten days.

After all, the warriors also need to retreat to the Winter Treasure House to eat and rest, and ammunition also needs to be replenished. Each team visiting three planes a day is considered too much.

Of course, destroying the plane is easy. Basically, the battle ends within an hour, and the slowest does not exceed two hours.

But going to a comrade's house to pay New Year's greetings is a bit time-consuming. When visiting for the first time, you can't just throw away the gifts and leave without saying a word. You have to sit down and chat, and you have to repair the house for the fellow villagers and show your attitude.

During these ten days, the artillery fire never stopped, and the pace of Daxia never stopped.

The dragon trampled every plane, and red flags fluttered in every world.

finally.

The last plane that Daxia visited was also the last plane to be destroyed.

The roars of ghosts and gods gradually subsided.

The dark and sticky Shura divine power that flooded the world and exaggerated the ice and snow surged back, and the Shura chains returned to Lin Fan's palm like a poisonous snake following its master.

A series of dark souls stood tall, as quiet as machinery, and finally turned into a token in Lin Fan's hand.

Only the plane spirit that was imprisoned in the Shura prison, wailing in pain, was left.

"Here."

Lin Fan threw it to Shang Weitian.

Shang Weitian put it away happily, and then said with a smile: "It's finally over, and the last plane has been solved."

"At this point, all one hundred and seventy planes have been processed."

"Either become my comrade-in-arms in Daxia, or...become my affiliated plane in Daxia!"

But Lin Fan did not answer Shang Weitian, and there was not even the slightest smile on his face.

He looked at the world in front of him.

The broken remains were scattered in the melted ice and snow, and the blood mixed with the snow water, dyeing the whiteness red.

The cold wind howled, as shrill as the cries of countless wronged souls, and the pungent blood mixed with gunpowder smoke.

Some of the corpses on the ground had only half their faces left, but their wide-eyed pupils were still full of fear.

, half of his face covered in blood had his mouth open, as if he was wailing.

"Do you sympathize with them?" Shang Weitian noticed something was wrong with Lin Fan's mood and asked with a frown.

"pity?"

Lin Fan shook his head: "You overestimate me, the Shura God."

God Shura is never merciful.

This is Shura without emotion.

Moreover, they themselves chose to become Daxia's enemies, and Lin Fan felt no guilt at all for destroying them.

If they changed their positions, they would not hesitate to shout the name of God and rush to the human plane.

This is war!
To be continued...