"What? The other party stopped the star gate jumping?"

Tiras was slightly stunned after hearing the information from the frontline...

In front of the expeditionary army of the gods, the second fortress of the Arrival is absolutely unable to withstand this wave of offensive.

Because of the Holy Sword warning, Tiras stopped his original plan to capture the second fortress in one wave, but because of the stagnation of the offensive at this moment, the fortress of the Arrival not only did not take advantage of this time, but used the space transition to leave the battlefield to evacuate, but actually began to choose to counterattack.

Should it be said that it is a race born from struggle? I'm afraid there is no word "escape" in the other party's concept from the beginning?

Even though he knew that the entire army would be wiped out in the end, he still chose to die and take the initiative.

They were born for war, and they naturally had to die on the battlefield.

Although he is so passionate, he is just a pile of machinery made of steel, and they have no life at all.

Tiras suddenly remembered the warning of the Holy Sword...

It was enough to keep silent when he was about to break through the enemy...

Now that the arrival of the people takes the initiative to provoke, how could this general who attacks more than defense just watch?

"Occurrence...to completely destroy those hateful metals!"

"The situation has changed! Let's...Master Las! The Adventist has broken through the defense line."

"Break through the defense line?" Before Tiras finished speaking, a roaring cry spread throughout the space.

This is the woe of the creature under Tiras' feet. The gods disdained the technology of the comingers. The divine power they possessed can achieve everything that technology can create.

Including the strongholds of the Expeditionary Force in the war... the giant beasts captured by the gods in the universe were eventually named Fenriel. In human legends, the demon wolf that even heaven and earth can be swallowed.

Tiras felt the behemoth roaring in pain...the reason was almost collapsed!

“What the hell happened?”

Tiras didn't believe that only a group of machinery left with the remnants of defeated soldiers could break through the barrier established by the gods... But the roar of the giant beast reminded Tiras that this was all true!

"Monsters... Arrivals... have all become a group of monsters! Master Tiras..."

Before Tiras finished asking... the original link to consciousness was cut off instantly. Before the cut, Tiras could only hear the terrified screams of his own hands and some broken sounds different from the cold electronic sound of the arrivals... just like the sound of a broken bone.

"Prince Sadr? What happened?" Tiras hoped to link his consciousness again... The Psychic Ming was the God-Selected Person who came from the same plane as him...

"How could it be..." But he found that his soul mark had been lost in the network linked to consciousness, and there was only one possibility... the existence of this person has been erased, or he has died.

"Prince Tiras, we seem to be in trouble!"

"Who can tell me what are those monsters that are eating the giant beasts we are raising?"

As the three major supervisors of the Expeditionary Force, the picture of the location of the three gods in the divine world appears before Tiras...

Fenrir's roar at Tiras's feet also tends to be close to violent...

The painted black torrent, as if a dam was opened, rushed from the second fortress of the arrival of the gods toward the military force where the gods were.

This is like a locust transit... The location of Tiras was also attacked by some painted black.

"Damn!" The great priest waved the long sword burning the holy fire in his hand, and cut off the painted black torrents that rushed towards him, and a strange roar rang in his ears... When he came to his senses, he carefully observed the prototypes of the painted black shadows and realized...

Aren't these...the most common soldier-level troops for the Arrivals?

This lowest-level military service is almost the most familiar arrival of Tiras...

But the lowest level of the arrivals cannot break through the defense line set by the gods, and no matter how many of them are, it is impossible.

When he looked at the broken bodies that were cut off by him again.

"Uh...ah!" a monster-like roar. From these cold machinery, the machine that was originally only half left suddenly rushed towards Tiras.

Tiras swung his sword and slashed... The burning fire burned all the filth!

But at the same time, he often took a step back. Only then did he realize that the "warships" of the friendly troops around him were covered with these painted black like locusts...

The descendants who once abide by order, command, and discipline, even the gods were ashamed of themselves, but now they all took off their own arms as if they were crazy and used their bodies to bombard the gods' "warships".

The giant beast under her feet became more and more violent, and Tiras felt inexplicably cold inside.

What he saw just now was really those metals that had no emotions? Do you only know how to kill?

Absolutely impossible... The machine cannot roar called "crazy", and it is even more impossible to crack the sharp teeth like the abyss beast... Tiras even saw the saliva wrapped around the sharp teeth just now at the moment when those machines burst out with madness...

When Tiras really saw clearly the cold metal surface of the arrivals, wrapped in a layer of twisted and scarlet muscle tissue, he was stunned.

That...is like being eroded by parasites, controlled by some violent creature...

What was parasitized?

Tiras remembered the warning of the Holy Sword again...

‘Don’t attack forcefully, wait for my support!’

Now the priest suddenly felt how wise the warning of the Holy Sword was, but the battlefield changed rapidly, and this powerful attack by the descendants almost completely destroyed the expeditionary army.

He began to regret why he didn't ask the Holy Sword at the beginning, what exactly made him so afraid of...or what these crazy monsters are.

"This expedition failed! Before the loss is further expanded, you can only choose to retreat!"

"Damn it! The giant beasts do not obey our orders... They are rushing towards the home star of the descendant, and we are surrounded..."

The biting of those monsters affected the thinking of the gods' "warships"... The machinery will be controlled by the descendants, and only life will obey the orders of the gods, but in front of these monsters, life is also in madness.

"What the hell is this? The new weapon of the Arrival? Damn! What exactly do these monsters want to do?"

The new weapons of the Arrivals mean that they have abandoned order. The machinery that has lost commands is just a group of uncontrollable bombs after all!

"Of course, it's destroying you all!!"

A sound that seemed to come from hell answered everyone's questions!

In front of Tiras, the projection of the gods was instantly burned by unknown flames. Tiras also felt that his consciousness was invaded by an extremely evil thought. He immediately used extreme techniques to cut off his consciousness link to prevent the evil thought from breaking into.

But the price was the mental trauma that made him unable to stand...

What exactly is it?

When Tiras opened his eyes again, he found a flame burning all over his body, and his red pupils seemed to swallow his soul. The horns on his head represented its identity! Demon!

Demon from the abyss!

The creatures like the demon are absolutely extremely hated for Tiras, who is the great priest, but in front of the gods, the demons have no power of resistance at all... They were pushed into the darkest corner of the world by the gods, and they could only survive somewhere. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as weak... But the one in front of him was so powerful that he could not bear it!

Not only Tiras, but also the figure of this demon appeared in front of the three gods, and the back of it covered with scarlet twisted meat.

It's so evil that it makes people breathless!

"My name is Sargeras! The commander of the great Burning Legion! Resurrected from the deepest part of the darkness with the wrath of revenge... This world will be dragged into endless darkness, and no life will be spared! You weak mortals... now have two choices... to surrender or die!"

The dull voice of the demon shocked the hearts of the three gods... none of them felt angry. As one of the gods, when will they be threatened by the demon?!

"The demons in the abyss have always been so stupid? When you expel those who come, you will definitely kill you all!"

"Arrival?" the demon said sarcastically: "Then you should thank me..."

His huge body turned around... The gods suddenly discovered at this time. Isn't this demon located?

The Arrival and the Demon join forces? No... This race without emotion, except for exploitation. I don't know what it is to join forces... Then...

“What a perfect work of art…”

Behind the demon, on the wall covered by twisted minced meat, a figure was completely swallowed by the wriggling muscle tissue, and his body was covered in dust and could not move at all...

Her eyes were closed tightly, and her long silver-white hair was scattering down...

When the three gods saw this scene, they were all stunned...

The core of the race of the Arrival is the head of all the killing machinery, the mistress! Every mistress is an existence that all the Arrivals must protect for their lives, because they represent the continuation of this race...

Perhaps their individual combat capabilities are not as good as any god present... but the arrivals under their command have the power to destroy several worlds.

Similarly... the ultimate goal of this war is to kill the mistress!

This is an extremely difficult task, even for the gods.

But the demon in front of him did this easily... At the same time...

The girl's long eyelashes suddenly trembled. Her pupils, which were supposed to be silver-white, were burning with red flames... like the demon beside her.

"She has become a member of the great Burning Legion! This is the final announcement to you! Subjugate or die!"

Become a demon...

The three gods felt the crazy roar of the giant beasts under their feet...the giant beasts also turned into demons.

Including the descending soldiers!

This is... what a terrible evil thought.

The terrifying ability to infect them made them feel the biggest crisis in history for the first time.

"The gods will never surrender to anyone!"

"You are seeking death! Face your own stupidity!"

"roar!"
To be continued...