"It's time to launch our secret weapon!" The Lord of Corleon looked at Elmore and Maras standing in front of him, with a solemn face: "You have really confirmed that you can close the teleportation magic array in the shortest time?"

Almmo's eyes were a little firm, and he nodded fiercely and said, "If my power alone might not work. After all, the two of us recognized by our ancestors. The authority of the key to space has been scattered into two parts, and the abilities of any person have been greatly weakened, but we can exercise the complete space ability by joining hands."

"Close the teleportation magic circle is only the first step, and the second step is to completely isolate the connection between the space and the outside world, so that our world will be hidden and no longer easily found by the other party. However, before this, the marks left by the enemy must be cleaned up."

Speaking of this, Elmore's eyes fell on the Lord of Corleon. This foreign man helped them a lot, but he received very little reward. As a qualified chief, Elmore did not think that this man was really so kind and helped him without asking for anything in return.

The good things in their hands made Almighty all moved, and at the same time, he also knew that the other party was very powerful. He could not even beat the weakest among them by fighting alone, and the treasure in the other party was even more powerful and shocking.

However, this is only before they get space permissions. Now they have two space permission owners. Their strength can directly break through the space level limit and exert the strength of the third level, and they can also use space authority to enhance attack defense and display some special abilities.

"Okay, since that's the case, after we cleared the remaining hell demons, please destroy the teleportation array as soon as possible and close the cracks in the space." The Lord of Corleon pointed to a small hill occupied by the hell demons in the distance. The breath of hell there was so strong that it affected the real world, and the black clouds were daunting.

This is awe from the heart, awe for powerful power, awe for the aura of hell, and awe for the evil aura of the other party.

Even though they were separated by a space, they could still feel the other party's aura, the strong ones, the two centaur warriors who had obtained space authority, clearly felt the other party's strength: third level, and it was not as simple as entering the third level.

Senior third-level strongman, middle-level third-level third-level third-level high-level third-level or peak-level third-level?

They clearly realized that if they were facing head-on, they had no chance of winning. Fortunately, this was their home court, and the limit of strength that this space could accommodate was the second-level peak, and the third-level would be excluded unless they were the master of this space.

Almmoth and Maras are now both pseudo-third level. With the privilege of space key, the third level is still only at the second level once they lose the space bonus. They are still facing the exploration team of the guardian expedition team. The weakest one can beat the second-level sky warrior.

Let’s talk less, let’s talk about the order from the Lord Corleon City, ten first-level warriors walked slowly on a stone platform with a diameter of three meters. Although many people cooperated, they were uniform and very stable. On the stone platform, a statue of the God of War was looking forward, and thousands of soldiers behind them lined up in neat rows and danced. The leader was Chief Aimal. Among these thousand high-level warriors who were not in the ranks, men and women accounted for half. Not to mention the strength, the singing and dancing level was definitely not bad.

The Lord of Corleon was walking in the front, muttering words, and his momentum was rising steadily, from the first stage of the second stage, the middle stage of the second stage, the high stage of the second stage to the peak of the second stage, but there was a vague attitude of breaking through the second stage and entering the third stage, which made Elmo and Maras feel idle and felt more afraid of the strength of this warrior.

"Purify the compass, open it!" The Lord of Creon raised his hands high, and a mirror with more than two feet in diameter and carved with complex patterns quietly appeared. The mirror emitted a sacred light in his hands and flew quickly into the air.

The Lord of Corleon raised his head and his eyes were set in the distance. The small aircraft suddenly sprayed out layers of mist, and the mist condensed from high concentration of holy water covered the sky and quickly enveloped the entire Hell Demon Camp.

A series of sharp and harsh roars sounded, and hell demons rushed out wildly and headed straight for the gap where the Lord of Corleon was located. Some hell demons even rushed into the bloodthirsty rose bush and were thorned by the bloodthirsty rose thorns. The body was sucked into jerky in a blink of an eye.

All the centaur warriors watched the crowds of ghouls, and their complexions changed suddenly. Their strength, speed and number were shocking, especially the second-level ghouls running at the front, with an astonishing number of more than twenty, and there were as many as thousands of ghouls at the level of entry.

"Great God of War, your believers pray here..." Facing the hell demon running towards him, the Lord Corleon did not look like any organizational defense. Several centaur chiefs were frightened when they saw it, but he held his head and chest up to the front of the statue of the God of War that had just landed, and "puzzled~" and knelt in front of the statue and began to pray devoutly.

Now, the senior executives of the centaur tribe such as Almo, Maras, and Aimal were somewhat difficult to choose.

Do you believe that he prays with him or organize defense immediately?

This is related to their survival. After their madness has been weakened by their three days and three nights, the hell demon opposite has the ability to compete with them and even surpass them. This is simply unimaginable.

With such a powerful hell demon, why don’t he rush out of the siege and drive him out?

Aimal gritted his teeth and looked at the other senior Centaur tribes around him and said, "I believe him. He has brought us many miracles. We cannot fight against these hell demons when we are independent. If that is the case, why not believe them?"

After saying that, Aimal waved his hand and knelt down on the ground with a group of centaur warriors. As the Lord of Corleon began to pray devoutly: "Great God of War, your believers pray devoutly here..."

"Someone always needs to make sacrifices, why can't it be me?" The chief of Youhe Tribe suddenly stood up and patted his shoulder and said, "The gods are great. I believe in gods, but the gods are high and may not be able to favor us ordinary people in time. I will lead some soldiers to meet the enemy's impact. Just follow the footsteps of the guests."

"Father always stands behind you!"

After the chief of the tribe He finished speaking, he whispered: "The future is for the children. Old guys who can take up weapons, follow me!"

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that Lin Lin could be a hero once when he was old. Even if he lost his life here, it would be worth it. Children, let you see how powerful we old people are!"

"As long as you can run on four legs, the warriors of the centaur tribe will not fall, and the old centaur can kick the cruel demon wolf to death!"

"Time can deprive us of physical strength and our lives, but it cannot deprive us of the hearts and honors of our soldiers. Young men, let's take a look at the last lesson we old guys gave you."

"Ba~" A white-haired centaur warrior slapped a young centaur warrior to the side and said with a smile: "Boy, now is not the time for you to show off, but now, look at the majesty of your old man honestly. If you want to let me live a few more days, listen to the chief honestly."

"Centaur clan~" The chief of Youhe tribe raised his arms and shouted, and the elderly centaur clan soldiers around him shouted in unison: "I will never be a slave!"

The powerful Dou Qi rushed straight into the sky, and wisps of breath turned into white silk threads visible to the naked eye and flew towards the statue of the God of War. A dazzling light flashed on the statue and suddenly flew out and fell on the mirror in the air.

With a strange "buzz~", the mirror in the air suddenly rotated quickly, and a strange attraction quietly appeared. Straws of black light on the ground were attracted by it, and moths rushed into the mirror like a fire, forming a huge vortex. The vortex became bigger and bigger and stronger.

The Lord of Corleon suddenly raised his head, raised his hands high and made a push move. The mirror flew forward flat and met the hell demon who was swarming in. The powerful attraction suddenly burst out. The hell demon running and jumping on the ground felt a powerful attraction, and his whole body was suddenly pulled and sucked into it by the mirror.

There was the first one and the second one. Then more and more hell demons were swept into black dots and fell into the mirror and disappeared. The hell demons made terrified screams and ran around, but there was the strange mirror in front, and behind was the fog that made them feel uncomfortable and vomited blood, and there was no way to escape around.

Should I be sucked away by the mirror, or should I slowly die in the mist, or would I want to be sucked into jerky by the bloodthirsty roses around me?

The chief of the Youhe Tribe watched the densely packed hell demons in front of him fly into the air and disappear in the air. His face was shocked, and his ambition to die just now fell to the trough and turned into a devout faith in the God of War.

"Praise you, the great God of War!"

Maras was stunned and blurted out in one sentence: "Old man, aren't you going to die?"
Chapter completed!