I, the Supreme Overlord, Start by Enslaving the Zerg Queen - Chapter 100: The Secret of Rock Fortress

Billions of humans have descended on the Boundless Continent to become the Lord of the Citadel and participate in a fair and equitable race for supremacy.

At the beginning of the landing, each Citadel Lord would randomly receive an Initial Barrack.

The first thing to do was to recruit soldiers, plunder resources, build a dynasty and compete for supremacy over all races!

Lin Yi was surprised to find out.

The one he received at random was the unique Military Barrack – the [Angel Reincarnation Pool]!

Angels could be bred!

“Haha, mine is an Advanced Troop Type building that can summon Forest Elves!”

“Mine is a Top Tier Troop Building, capable of summoning Dark Dragons with ultimate potential to reach the Holy Rank!!!”

“I can summon Golden Behemoths ……”

Looking at these self-bragging messages, Lin Yi couldn’t help but fall into contemplation.

His angels, holy beings, unique soldiers!

The weakest of the twin-winged Angel, in its full form, was also of demigod level.

The most powerful of all, the eighteen-winged Archangel, was even a terrifying existence of the Lord God level!

As soon as the Angel Legion comes out, who can compete with them?

Believe in the Lord, and you shall have eternal life!

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