Chapter 44 War

It has been a month since he returned to the barracks. Fan Tian practiced in addition to cultivation in this month, because all the troops in the southern fire land were recalled. It seemed that this was calm on the eve of the storm. The war was not far away, because he had smelled the tragic smell.

All the magic cores obtained in the last battle were refined by Fan Tian, and his strength was also steadily consolidated in the half-step intermediate level, and it only took one opportunity to fly to the sky. And his army is changing every day.

The army of the whole southern fire land has entered a busy state, practicing more frequently, and new reinforcements are constantly injected everywhere, which means that a big event will happen in the future. Fan Tian has rarely seen Chi Yan these days, because their captain has successfully broken through to the soul master in the days of his disappearance and become a veritable major general. However, this rare young general appeared in front of everyone today for the first time.

"Oh, Captain Chiyan, how can you, a busy man, have time to come to us today to chat!" Mingjian is still the image of the lazy prince after the battle.

"Cut, you stinky boy knows how to take care of me as soon as you meet!" Chiyan glanced at Ming Jian with his eyes and seemed to be very reluctant to talk to him, but everyone present knew that this friendship honed by his life did not need to be shown.

"Captain, now you are absolutely nothing but the three treasures!" Chiyan did not tell the good people the news of Fan Tian's return from the ghost sand. Yingfeng, which he knew at that time, also did not say it, and none of the remaining five mountain gates left in the army, so Fan Tian fell into the ghost sand that day was not publicized. I went out and just said that I was attacked and scattered by the yuan demon in the desert.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, boy!" Chiyan grinned rudely, found a square and sat down. At the same time, he took out an jar of spirits from the space ring and poured it into his throat.

"Ah! That's great, do you want it!" Looking at the sudden change of temperament, several people realized something at the same time, but they didn't say anything. They took the liquor in the other party's hand with a tacit understanding and poured it into their throats like Chi Yan.

For a long time, Chi Yan took a long breath and broke the silence in the military tent.

"Presumably, you already know my purpose. The Yuanmo army in the depths of the southern fire is becoming more and more restless. For the safety of the people nearby, the general is ready to hold the battlefield in the land of the southern fire." Although I knew the result for a long time, I was still shocked to hear it with my own ears.

"What should come, it will come after all!" Everyone's faces were full of haze, and everyone knew that this war was actually a battle of life.

"How many troops?" Fan Tian broke the silence again.

"One 1.5 million!" Hearing this number, everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, which was second only to the spirits in the forbidden area of death hundreds of years ago.

"You are not soldiers, so you don't have to participate. If you want to leave, I can help you apply!" Chi Yan looked at the crowd. He knew that everyone here would not escape from the war, but he still wanted to persuade them. After all, they were friends of life and death.

"Red Yan, we know what you mean, and you should also understand our thoughts in your heart. Let's talk about it, which day?" No one will escape, no one is a coward, after so much blood, so many deaths, life and death have become in the face of this war. In the face of war, the only thing that lasts forever is the immortal will, the invincible integrity and the survival of the race.

Three days later

Southfire barracks, millions of soldiers, ready to go, the spirit of killing, covering the sky and the sun. Ten miles, millions of soldiers stood up. A middle-aged man, dressed in fiery red armor, wearing a red flame robe and stepping on the void, above the whole army.

"Warriors, you come from all over the world. For the sake of race, you have given up your life. For the sake of integrity, you have released your souls. Let us let go of our hands and drive away those demons who want to plunder our land. The soldiers let us stain the battlefield with blood and end the enemy's footsteps with their own lives!" The middle-aged man's voice was low, but full of ambition and Xiao Killing. His words were not to inspire everyone, but to tell everyone that this would be a war without return.

However, no one was afraid here. Knowing that it was death, no one flinched. Instead, it ignited a strong atmosphere. Bloody momentum, a sense of murder spread in the army, and every soldier's eyes were full of fearlessness.

rumbling

The spirit of killing condensed by millions of troops forms a force that goes straight to the sky. On the nine heavens, the sun, moon and stars are throbbing. While the human army advanced, the Yuanmo army also came out, and the southern fire was endless. The sound is like waves, the air is like a mountain torrent, and the millions of lions of human beings finally met the millions of troops of Yuanmo.

"Warriors, kill!" In the sky, the fire armor general is ruthless, and there are waves on the ground.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Millions of heroes suddenly roared and morale forced people. Xiao's murderous spirit rose into the air, and the condensed power of a million soul masters went straight to the sky and turned into a lion to crush the enemy. The Yuan demon army also showed no weakness, roaring repeatedly, and a huge fireman soared into the air and burned the void.

Boom

The sky shattered, and the earth trembled. The hero in the air collided with the fireman, and the sound shook the sky. The sky broke, and cracks were created, and then dissipated.

roar

The lion raised its head and roared, and the huge fireman roared to the sky. The two energies completely merged together, and the sky became extremely dark at this moment, as if the sun had been swallowed up.

"Puff, Xiaoyue's face is pale, and red blood overflows from her mouth!" Under the impact, countless soul masters spit blood one after another, and countless yuan demons broke and burst. This is the war. As soon as the music sounded, life has begun to wither.

"Kill!" After a brief engagement, the armies of the two sides rushed to each other, and the real tragedy had just begun at this moment. The sky and the earth were sobbing, and the killing sound was endless. Blood flew in the team, sand and gravel splashed, and the roaring sounded constantly sounded, and the broken limbs and arms flew around.

The earth is stained with blood, and the sky is filled with heroes. Fan Tian and others have already dyed their whole body red. Human beings have not succumbed in this war, and the soldiers with only half of their bodies will still fight for the last trace of strength and insert them into the magic core of the other party. The soldiers actually blocked the enemy's self-detonation with their own bodies and fought for more breathing opportunities for their comrades-in-arms.

"Fat!" Fan Tian was fierce, and the fat man's arm was torn off by the other party. However, he seemed not to let the blood flow and continued to kill the enemy. Everyone's eyes turned red. Seeing the soldiers around him fall one by one, everyone became crazy.

"Young Emperor!" Xiaoyue screamed, and the young emperor's body was broken into by the other party, but he still tried his last strand of strength to pierce the other party's magic core and lay down with a faint regret.

"I'm so sorry that I can't keep my original promise and go back with you!" The young emperor died and sacrificed his life in this battle. However, there are thousands of soldiers like him. Fan Tian didn't know what grief was. He put away the body of the young emperor and couldn't see anything but madness in his eyes.

Yuanli was released desperately, and the martial soul roared desperately, and a drop of blood and tears left from the corners of his eyes. The war was cruel and life was fragile. He did not know how many Yuan demons had killed. He only knew that there were fewer and fewer Yuan demons on the opposite side, fewer and fewer comrades around him, and the red sun in the sky disappeared and appeared again. Disappeared again...

Xiaoyue also fell, and the fat man also fell down. They are exhausted, and there is only the last breath left in their lives. Fan Tian received them in the space ring to prevent them from entering the future of the young emperor. Now only Fan Tian and Mingjian are left. The strong breath of the other party is not weaker than him at all. It seems that they have already broken through. Half-step intermediate, otherwise it is impossible to survive this fierce battle.

For three days and three nights, the Yuanmo army was completely destroyed, and less than one of the human army was still standing. Blood rain fell on the sky, and the earth mourned for it. The red armor and red flame robe stood in the air, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. His smile was so sad and desolate. The breeze blew, and his figure slowly floated in the air like a thin veil. Seeing the final victory, he finally left without regret. His vitality had disappeared in the confrontation a day ago. The only thing that supported him was the war...

"Ah!!!"

The war was over, but suddenly there was a roar on the ground. Fan Tian was full of hatred, and blood-red tears flowed through the corners of his eyes.

"Land of Southern Fire..." With a heartbreaking sound, the figure gradually disappeared on the horizon.