MTL - Release that Witch-Chapter 1471 Bloody morning

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When the divine light dissipated, the sky shrouded by dark clouds regained its light.

Tens of thousands of devils stood in the distance and silently witnessed the battle of the two monarchs.

The original grassland has disappeared and replaced with a piece of scorched earth. Every drop of God's mind seems to contain unstoppable power, the rock is crushed, the trees are ignited, and wherever you go, you can use the grass to describe it.

But the **** body is slamming in the golden electric light, as if it does not care about the damage that God has brought to himself. It also left countless traces on the earth, and those gullies with a few people wide are the masterpieces of its proud power.

But the latter is still the latter.

The attack of silence is not only powerful, but also as fast as innocent. Every time you shoot, you will leave a wound on the blood. There is a limit to the consumption of magic, and even a high-ranking **** lord who is known for his ability to recover is always drained. When the silence passes by the other side, and the sharp blade breaks the thick hind leg, the outcome is self-evident.

"This is not a commensurate battle." The dead marks whispered.

The **** ability is very similar to that of the human supernatural. Most of its magic stone acts on itself, making it incompetent on the battlefield. No matter whether it is a gold or iron weapon or a magical strike, it has a strong ability to resist. Once a charge is launched, there is very little that can stop it.

The silence is the leader of individual strength. The talent of the demon can strengthen the effect of its ability. The keen sense and shape can ensure that it avoids the deadly attacks.

The result of the comparison between the two is naturally not equal.

“Not necessarily,” Heckzod said. “Look.”

"Cough cough...Cough..." The blood is covered in a gap, and the blue blood is overflowing like a mountain spring. Obviously, the injury has far exceeded its self-healing ability. It squats with a long axe and stretches its own upper body. The face has an inexplicable pleasure. "Yes, it's a genius with the name of the Xialita! I have long wanted to kill you with a game to see who is... cough... the most brave warrior of the ethnic group."

"..." Silence is not unscathed. There are many depressions in its armor. One arm is completely broken and pulled on the side. "If I have not experienced a sudden death battle recently, the result of this fight may be difficult to determine. ""

"This is the fun of strangling, isn't it?" Bloody coughed out a blood, "It's better for me than to surrender."

Silence sighed and walked with the sword in one hand.

"Cough... The last question, do you want to take the fate of the ethnic group as a waste, and surrender to humans?"

"No, I am just for Wajilis." After that, the silent sword fell, and broke into the **** chest.

The magical scorpion once again passed the conscious world.

No one dares to come up to stop, and no one wants to stop it, as if this ending has been ok by default at the beginning of the battle.

"...What should I do next?" The dead marks frowned for a long time before they began to speak. "The mother of the soul that needs to be transplanted is all in the **** of creation. There are only three towers that can be born now." And the closest location to the north end will fall into the hands of the heavens and the sea sooner or later. Once Anretta and your Tianzhu City fall, we will not be able to retreat."

“There is a lot to do,” Heckzod sighed. “You have to settle a lot of troops withdrawn from the rear, and then build a supply line between the two cities. The inheritance of the fragments must be firmly controlled in the hands of the ethnic group. The farther away from humans and the seas, the better. Other groups need new kings to maintain the continuation of future generations..." It paused. "Of course, the first thing to do is to deal with humans."

"I hope that Wakiris has not chosen the wrong direction." It turned and walked toward the camp, and the people surged to separate a road.

The Lord of Scorpio looked to the **** morning of the East, and did not answer.

......

Roland walked into the landing field early on when he learned that the fleet was about to land.

In fact, not only him, the first army, engineering team, logistics staff... everyone ran to the ground, waiting for the moment when the empty knight returned.

When the first biplane crashed on the floating island runway, a deafening cheer broke out in the crowd!

Waiting for a long time, Roland finally saw the glider with the Seagull and the Phoenix and did not change much when it started. The latter looked a lot of mottled, but its posture was still steady, as usual. Soon, the two planes fell in front of him.

Before he waited for the escalator to stand up, he had already taken a big step and walked toward the runway.

"Wait, wait," Tilly reached out and refused to him. "Don't come over!"

"why?"

"Don't you say that there will be dangerous contamination after the explosion? Although the Phoenix is ​​far from the target, it is not allowed to be glued. Now I have met it again. If you come over"

When Tilly had not finished, she was taken into her arms by Roland.

"Take it up."

He said with a smile.

The crowd quickly noticed this scene, and then more people flocked to the tarmac, open their hands and the returning knights hugged together, and finally lifted them up and threw them into the air!

The landing and landing field suddenly became a sea of ​​jubilation.

"Hey, don't you say that after you come back, do you have to do the washing and checking work first?"

Anna shook her head with a funny smile. "You can bring a bad head."

"It seems to be..." Roland couldn't help but support the road.

"Call", then lightning fell from the sky and directly hit him. "We are successful!"

"Hey! Won!" followed by McMug.

And other witches also greeted them.

"You don't stop everyone?" The night shrug shrugged.

Tilly thought about it, then laughed, "Take it!"

After a long period of noisy, the landing and landing field returned to normal. According to the report of the empty knight, the logistics divided all the returned aircraft into several batches, and determined the degree of washing according to the distance from the explosion point. The Tianhuo, driven by Goode and others, took the scrapping measures directly because they were too close to the **** of God.

The first military high-level officials quickly got the final statistics. There were a total of 146 planes returning safely, most of which were the old generation of the Skyfire. This also means that nearly one-third of the air was lost without winter. power. Obviously, the number of high-level devils guarding the king city and the western line army are not at one level at all. If only conventional means are used, this war may not be able to end in a short time.

The other two bombers only returned smoothly, and when Sylvie spoke out the eagle's last words, there was a brief silence in the conference room.

"The Grey Fort will not forget them," Roland said quietly. "When I return to no winter, I will let everyone remember their names, whether they are victims or a living warrior. But before celebrating, you must first make sure The physical condition of the knight."

"Please rest assured, the logistics department is ready." Iron axe back.

These are all part of the plan, including follow-up observations, and isolation treatments for exposed people. For Nana, who has the heroic ability to metastasize and the perfect means of removal, radiation sickness is not without countermeasures. Although the process can be quite lengthy and costly, Roland does not intend to give up anyone.

"Of course, before that, I allowed everyone to celebrate a little tonight," he said, slowing his voice and smiling. "For this hard-won victory."