The Oster King was extremely powerful, and the soldiers were all wearing all black or red armor, so they were very eye-catching even in the coalition of thousands of Roman Continental lords.

At this moment, while the king's flag was waving, the Osters suddenly accelerated and took the lead in charge, and everyone in the coalition generals who naturally attracted attention.

After the Roman noble coalition formation, a handsome young man bathed in the spring with three-dimensional facial features as if he were sculptured, looked at the tyrannosaurus emblem wearing a crown wrapped in the torrent of black and red steel. His face flashed with a hint of jealousy and hatred. He stood up from the back of the pure white giant lion with two pairs of fleshy wings under his clan.

Pointing at the dragon flag flying among the thousands of troops, he said to his companions in a sarcastic tone: "Look, Luo Lian, our Majesty, the 'Celeon Dragon King', is so angry with the evil gods in another world that he wants to be the pioneer.

It seems that he would never give up without taking advantage of this rare military disaster in a thousand years to clean up the stigma of the Oster family's "quieter".

"Afali, His Majesty Oster really wants to be furious, which is good for all of us Roman lords, right?" A handsome young man wearing silver armor and cloak on his right hand, riding on a chilling thousand-legged flying snake. The same extraordinary young man frowned and whispered: "I'm afraid that he has other plans.

Language can deceive people, expressions can deceive people, and actions can deceive people, but time cannot. Although King Oster is quite good at martial arts compared to his ancestors, he did not have that courage when facing a strong enemy in the past..."

"What do you want to say? Afarley?" The young leader of the Duke of the Duke of the Hyundai Vatican in the central Roman Continent changed his face, sat back on the back of the pure white giant lion under his feet, tilted his head, looked at his friend's expressionless face, and asked in a low voice.

"What I want to say is that King Oster has become more brave and fearless because of the invasion of evil gods in another world. It is a role model that we should follow." Aefal winked at his close friend and said loudly.

"You are always so cunning, Aifali." Hearing this perfunctory answer, Rolian shook his head dissatisfiedly, but said nothing. He fell silent and continued to follow the back of the noble coalition army, galloping on the Roman land that had been shrouded by the glory of the gods in another world. He advanced hundreds of kilometers without any resistance, and finally encountered the blockade of the established Wuli religious army.

The war began since then. First, the Roman noble coalition vanguard marched forcibly, and his morale was exhausted. He suffered a small defeat;

Later, the Roman army, which received the support, launched an unexpected battle of revenge late at night, and defeated the defense line of the Wuli slave army in one fell swoop, causing it to retreat dozens of kilometers before it was reorganized.

However, after the defeat, the Wuli religious army was soon given reinforcements to replenish their troops, and the war fell into a tragic stalemate. At this time, the Roman warriors's far tenacious and powerful fighting will gradually emerge than the Wuli religious soldiers who had just gotten rid of civilians and slaves and gained strength.

When the divine power consumed by Wu Li sacrifice reached the threshold, the proportion of casualties between the two sides was first the religious army was much smaller than that of the Roman noble coalition, and the gap continued to narrow, and finally reached a point where it was basically the same.

At the same time, the morale of the religious army became lower and lower day by day.

Faith without time to consolidate is like a huge castle built on the beach. It looks majestic, but its actual foundation is extremely frivolous and may be knocked down by someone.

In the blink of an eye, the two armies had fought for more than fifteen days. The Roman Lord coalition gradually took the initiative on the battlefield. However, the long-term super-large-scale battle also allowed its troops to be fully exerted, and there was no trace of retained armed forces.

Under this delicate situation, the great nobles in the Roman World began to announce to the civilians and slaves in the territory that the days of defeating the evil gods in the other world and restoring the Roman continent were not far away;

While plundering the last 30% of the garrison troops in the territory, they transferred them to the battlefield and tried their best to win the brilliant victory that seemed to be within reach, but they did not know that the terrible counterattack of the Wu Li god was about to be launched...

Late at night, one of the powerful aristocratic territories in the central Roman Continent, the Marquis of Aefali was immersed in the thick twilight. At this time, the civilians and slaves in the city had already fallen asleep, but nearly half of the left-behind soldiers who had just received the latest order from the lord, and the soldiers did not rest. They were packing their bags and preparing for the battlefield.

Outside the city, the bitter autumn wind echoed in the night sky, blowing a figure suspended in the air, wrapped in a dark gray hooded robe, making its body float.

I don't know how long it took, a team of knights rushed out of the brightly lit hall in the center of Aefali City, and took the reins of the flying dragon from the servant who had been on standby to ride beasts, stepped onto the mounts, flew into the sky and flew south.

When the human-shaped black shadow floating outside the city saw this scene, he suddenly let out a low laugh of 'hehe...' and muttered to himself, "It seems that the time is finally ripe..." He raised his head, turned his head, and with his vision far beyond ordinary people's imagination, he locked the team of Aifalik riders who had rushed to the clouds, and reached out to make a grabbing action.

In an instant, the night sky was originally passing by dozens of Aifali knights who were riding a flying dragon and flying freely. A black rain cloud that was completely unrest suddenly solidified into a huge wave tumbling in the sky. It even slapped the void as an ocean and slapped the Aifalikknight, drowned them all.

Just like the overlord white shark in the sea of ​​Earth, it was just a big fish struggling dying after leaving the water. The strongest beast, the bipedal dragon in the Roman sky, was soaked in the water, and was just a giant bird waiting to die. In just three or two minutes, they had a pale face and slightly swollen master, and they floated in a huge water mass suspended among the clouds and a diameter of kilometers.

At the bottom right of the big water ball, a gray-robed figure floating in the air was looking up at the entire team of Roman Sky riders, and pulled off the gray hat, showing an insincere expression of apology on his face, "War is so cruel, sorry, warriors." He raised his hand and waved it gently.

Suddenly, a long animal skin scroll flew out from the arms of the leader of the Aifalikong cavalry that was soaked in the water, and fell lightly from the sky and fell into the hands of the man in the gray robe.

Unfolded the scroll, glanced at me, and read the meaning, "Great Lord, according to your order, I summoned three thousand warriors from all the manors and towns again to the front line.

Everything in the territory is safe, please don’t worry, but the garrison power has been reduced to its limit, and there is no possibility of military recruitment. I hope you can make good plans. Finally, I wish you a martial arts honor, your loyal general manager," the man in gray robe took a deep breath with a happy expression on his face.

"A marquis' leader draws three thousand warriors to the limit, and the time is ripe..." He muttered and thought for a moment, and a grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Forget it, there are thousands more, and hundreds of garrisons scattered throughout the nobles' leader will not increase much difficulty. Now it's time to ring the death knell of Roman's native civilization."

As he said that, the man in gray robe untied a belt covered with scales from his waist, shook it open and turned into a leather scroll depicting the patterns of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and threw it downwards.

The skin painting continued to stretch and grow as the night wind fell, and it expanded ten times larger than the ground nearly one meter away. After landing, it covered the land within a radius of more than ten kilometers outside Aifali City.

Then a faint milky white light flashed over the ever-growing leather scroll, reflecting countless tall warriors riding ferocious beasts, giant insects, and heavy armor emerged from the picture.

Looking down at the barbarian army of Wu Li's "Stone Plateau" transported by the Kingdom of Gods, appeared on the land of "Romain". The man in gray robe took a deep breath, waved his hand suddenly, and used his divine power to pull the huge water ball wrapped in the body of Aefalikong riding on the clouds, which was hanging in the corpse of Aefalikong, and drew an oblique track like a meteorite, hitting the government hall filled with lights in the center of Aefali.

The water mass with a diameter of kilometers suddenly collapsed when it contacted the hard stone slab. The overflowing floods rolled and raging in the city, blocking all the screams and howlings of the Aifali people who suddenly encountered a disaster. It was not until the water spread that there was a panic howling sound.

Accompanied by howls, several pieces of compacted land near the city wall in Aefali City suddenly slowly bulged, first with the head, then the neck, chest, arms, and lower limbs, and seven or eight earth giants with a height of more than 100 meters.

These giants were transformed from street markets, with hundreds of short stone houses hanging on them, and Romans fell from their wet and slippery bodies, falling into meat sauce.

"What is that, what is that, my god, my god...";

"Milt, soil has become giants, this, this, what are they doing, ah, ah...";

"Assemble, as long as all the warriors can still move, they will gather in front of the Political Hall immediately..." After coming back from fear, he saw the appearance of the earth giant, and began to attack the city wall with his fists and kicks. The howling in Aifali became louder.

Outside the city, floating in the air, looking at the Marquis of Aifali, who had completely lost order, the grin on the face of the God of Wu Li became even deeper. When a section of the city wall finally collapsed under the attack of the earth giant driven by its divine power, he ordered coldly: "Go, my believers."

Kill all the resisters, liberate all the slaves and civilians within a radius of two hundred miles, and let Wu Li's light reflect all the land you step on!”
Chapter completed!