The people of the Shang Dynasty were lucky and trembling with complex emotions. With the destruction of the vanguard troops, the last enemy arrived as scheduled the next day.

Leaning on the arrow tower and looking at the edge of the foothills, you can only see the endless shadows, crowded with people. The red eyes that looked over gathered into the sparks in the sky, with the will to burn everything out, burning in the sun, surrounding the huge dragon people standing among the crowds of people, advancing.

Four hundred and twenty crazy warriors who are not afraid of death, and thirty-three half-dragon demons who are invulnerable to swords and guns. This is the full force that the polluted Yamato tribe has sent out.

Every silent Yamato human has been distorted and polluted. Although he has lost his mind and has suffered the pain of blood rejection from his bloodline at all times, it is no longer the original template of ancient humans. His physical strength has been lifted to the level of "elite", with ignorance and pain, bloodthirsty and madness.

The dragon man, half a body higher than humans, was the war puppet created by the demon dragon inheriting the magic of its creator, sacrificing hundreds of mortals, mixing into the blood of the dragon, retaining a certain rigid intelligence, five times the mortal's arrogance and huge force, as hard as steel, and each one, placed in a world of cold weapons without mystery, is a monster that requires hundreds of troops to resist.

If the Shang Dynasty developed to its peak, entered the "feudal civilization", and appeared standard military weapons, it would have the power to compete. However, with the current poor "Stone Age" process, a population of less than a thousand households would probably collapse at once and be completely extinct.

However, this demonic force was suppressed and he could not take any further steps.

What they faced was a twelve black arrow towers, as tall as silent beasts, leaning against the railings of the village, circling into a semicircle in an arc, forming a long line. If they took a step further, they would be shot by the powerful arrows that looked like rain. In the blink of an eye, they would be full of holes and no vitality existed.

Even the crazy warrior who was ready to die could only carry the hedgehog-like arrows and fell to a distance of ten steps. The dragon man wrapped in scales was fearless and covered by the rain of arrows. It was just a few white spots left on the scales. However, if he continued to move forward slowly, he would immediately be hit by another target.

It was like black lightning, fleeting, with a flying spear containing terrifying power.

Although it is difficult to understand why the flying wooden spear is so sharp, penetrates the head through the steel-like keel, but after leaving behind seven or eight huge corpses, these dragon people directly exit the white line and silently fall into a stalemate.

If they were still puppet monsters with no sanity, they could naturally advance fearlessly and use their bodies to build a bloody path: after all, there was only one spear, and as long as they concentrated their efforts to destroy an arrow tower, they could naturally break the intertwined rain of arrows and rely on the army to easily fight and eliminate these enemies who were fighting stubbornly.

Unfortunately, in the case of the creator's ease of trouble, he retained some of the rationality of these monsters. Even if he could share some uncomplexing trivial matters, it also caused a disadvantage: if he knew his own existence, he would instinctively want to live. If he wanted to live, he would naturally be afraid of death. It would be fine if the master gave a mission of dying. Now he was in a deadlock, and no one knew whether he would sacrifice himself or not, and the battlefield was in a strange and short-term silent deadlock.

And this... was exactly what the Shang camp expected.

On the seventh arrow tower scattered behind, the great elder with white robes and silver beards sat upright on an old bamboo chair, with a warm white light appearing in his hands, slowly treating the injuries of the men around him, with a look of compassion.

Standing silently beside him was the wing who had just recovered from his serious injury, but at this moment, his arms were bloody and fuzzy, from his shoulder blades to his wrist, and the knotted muscles on his arms were cracked inch by inch, revealing the wriggling pink fibers and blood foam, and then slowly healed under the healing of the holy light. This injury was the price of his overdrawing of his life and throwing the deadly flying spear.

Looking at his calm and determined expression, the Great Elder couldn't help but sigh: Holy Light is not omnipotent, its essence is still the potential to stimulate cell recovery. It is used occasionally without any obstacles. If it is used as a stimulant like this, even if he is the Son of God, he may burst out all the time after he is old and endure unbearable long-lasting pain.

"The enemy is taking action." A cold female voice suddenly sounded, but it was the Sword Girl standing with a sword. As the strongest single person, she was both a bodyguard who protected the two leaders and a trump card that she had to force.

Ming forced himself to straighten his waist and took a breath. Suddenly, he felt that the faint cold air was filled with a certain familiar smell. Although it was mixed with the pungent fishy smell,...

Under Fiona's surprise gaze, the old man stood up with difficulty, as if he had recovered the vitality of a boy decades ago. His whole body burst out with thin white mist, something invisible, through his aging body, traveled through the barriers of time and appeared on this land again. Finally, he straightened his backbone and stared at the bloody sea of ​​people, a simple white suddenly rising and falling.

Through his big pupils, a face that was also looking up indifferently was reflected, old and chaotic, like the back of a mirror, passing through the slowly and solemn battlefield, the two of them quietly looked at each other.

An enlightenment emerged in the great elder's heart.

The final conclusion... has arrived.

The future of the tribe...it depends on you, Yu.

I... I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day.

...

When two tribes intertwined with grudges and grudges engage in the final life-and-death duel, the other side of this land.

Luo Yu walked slowly on the winding mountain road, looking up at the sky. The originally continuous blue sky and white clouds were shrouded in endless red mist, and were as vast as fire clouds. Light red smoke suddenly rose from the top of the mountain. There was the destination of his trip.

It is also a settlement of the Yamato tribe.

"What the hell is going on?"

He rode his motorcycle all the way, and what he saw was shocking. As the distance approached, the primitive natural scenery gradually disappeared, and the soil of the earth was replaced by a kind of soft and warm red sand. At first, there were a few yellow thin trees standing upright. When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they were like a red hot desert, all the quiet and lifeless.

This kind of change of scenery was not taken seriously by Luo Yu. What made him really worried was...

Along the way, there were piles of corpses.

All kinds of corpses include Yamato humans wrapped in red shorts, and more of them are deformed red-scaled dragons. Their death was extremely miserable, as if they were hit by a truck. Although they had lost their vitality, their bodies were forced into twisted cumin.

"This kind of power..." Luo Yu sniffed, with a serious expression. He pulled a red scale from a dragon corpse in front of him, weighed and fumbled for a moment, and pressed a shallow mark and came to the conclusion, "It has exceeded my second incarnation..."

When he finally climbed to the flat ground on the top of the mountain and reached the village of the Yamato tribe in his memory, he had changed for the first time. He used the breath of "grabbing the dragon" into shrinking and rippling ripples, locking it tightly, and then he carefully raised his head and looked at it, and was slightly stunned.

This tribe is dead.

There were no expected left-behind women and children, no powerful enemies who were ready for battle, only blood flowed into a river.

On this wide flat bottom, like a hot spring, there are small lakes scattered together, but the beauty of the natural hot springs. The hot lake water with red smoke is soaked in scarlet blood. On the rise and fall and blood, there are fluttering crisp bones, and more, floating fabrics, floating like canvas in the sea, floating there neatly.

Each piece of cloth represents the disappearance of a life. Even if you do not deliberately perform ripples of Qigong, Luo Yu felt that the hair was soaked in the ground, almost condensed into a substantial shadow fluctuation, shaking in front of his eyes, and countless faint wails rang in his heart.

Crack... Luo Yu's feet sounded, and he lowered his head, and found that it was a cracked skull. Most of his head was buried in the red sand, revealing two black holes. He looked over slantedly. For some reason, he gently stroked it and pulled it out of the soil.

The cracked skeleton (from Diablo II)

Category: Materials, Gemstones

Function: casting, inlay

Explanation: The resentment of death has been accumulated over time, which has gained some magic power from the skeleton's head.

"This kind of prop... really makes people not want to use it." Luo Yu sighed silently, but slowly collected it. Only after he found that among the red sand, most of the dead bones had rotted and festered, only a very small number of heads were well preserved, and there were even fewer "props" containing the magic of resentment.

Ten minutes later, he sorted out a little. Only after thousands of corpses had more than twenty lowest-level "fragmented skeletons", eight "cracked skeletons", and the last one was white and smooth, jade-like handicraft, but the name was the simple word "skeleton". According to the terminal's introduction, even if you don't understand the undead magic, you can still be embedded on the equipment to obtain certain accompanying effects.

After packing up the harvest, Luo Yu started thousands of times without having enough time to investigate. After hesitating for a moment, his body expanded and turned into the toughest giant bear state. He slowly crossed the blood lake and approached the original place in the center of the lake - the center of Yamato Town.

The purpose of his visit this time was not to throw away the body and dig the grave to make money, but to truly "cut off the firewood from the cauldron", which directly destroys the only flaw connected to the life and death of the Yamato tribe - the Holy Well, the root of birth.

This kind of core construction, described as the "city center" in the game, is transformed into reality, and has an extremely mysterious connection with every born nation. Once destroyed, the tribe will not disappear, but will become a "vagrant" state. The hero's plan is to take the opportunity to earn the lost base of the vagrants and strengthen itself. This secret involving the rules of the same origin "Age of Empires" does not even know the evil dragon that occupied, which makes it suffer a loss.

When Luo Yu endured the scald and corroded lake water and approached the center of the flooded well, he couldn't help but be stunned.

In this wide blood lake, the center is like a lonely island in the sea. It is wrapped with pale bones and piled up into a duckweed, which is full of scarlet orbs. However, unlike the same huge but bright white ostrich eggs, these red eggs have densely protruded black spikes, which are hideous and ugly.

"Use the human flesh and blood born from the Yamato Tribe to nourish the dragon eggs?" Luo Yu snorted coldly, "This kind of abacus is really awesome..."

However, it is probably because the mysterious man who was ahead was also "human", none of these dragon eggs were intact and mostly fragmented. You could vaguely see the stiff and stiff juvenile body like a puppy wrapped in viscous liquid in the hole. Luo Yu suddenly wondered: Why not collect these dragon eggs to cultivate a loyal dragon?

Luo Yu shook his head and stopped thinking too much. Whether it was the terrifying Dragon Mother or the mysterious veteran who had taken the lead, he was definitely not a match for him. His only task now was to destroy this polluted core.

Things were developing very smoothly. As he threw the spear entrusted by the heroic spirit into the deep bottom of the water, the well that continuously gushed out of blood suddenly felt a faint dimness, and the dark gold color rippled out from the bottom of the water like sunshine.

This vision lasted for a moment, and the octagonal red jade stones that were exposed slowly turned into gravel, symbolizing the last core of a civilization and disappearing without trace.

Luo Yu, who was standing quietly beside him, had no time to sigh, and suddenly darkened his eyes, and even the glimmer of light brought by the red glow disappeared, and he subconsciously looked up.

Above a thousand meters high, two giant shadows swaggered and rose, covering the sun, and the shadows covered the earth. The scarlet rain fell and dripped down, corroding the earth little by little, causing fishy and unpleasant red smoke.

"That's... the trump card of the veterans who dare to kill dragons and gods?" Luo Yu didn't know what a feeling in his heart, but he just looked up at the sky in a daze and muttered to himself.

The red clouds that burned the clouds were simply the scarlet dragon body that was flying and roaring through the clouds. At this moment, the terrifying dragon that covered the sky could only roar in anger, danced the giant wings covering the sky, struggled desperately, and the gem-like glass dragon scales broke through countless terrifying wounds, turned into blood rain, and rose into red mist covering the sun.

But what pressed the giant dragon that burned the earth was a wild divine beast dozens of meters long. The six steel silver feathers spread out gorgeously, and the whole body was pitch black, revealing the long tail of the bone spurs protruding. The majestic and profound dragon head roared towards the prey, and the sound waves that shook the clouds.

This peerless dragon god who looks down on the world has countless forms, but what he reveals at this moment is the well-deserved "strongest"!

Its name is-

Bahamut - Zero
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