Chapter 3 Saint Level ()

The fear in his heart and these extremely disgusting scenes were something that the blonde boy dared not think about before. The blonde boy's pale face was extremely distorted, and he finally couldn't suppress his violently churning internal organs. With a wow, he exhaled all the things he had eaten all day and gastric juice.

Three or five young soldiers standing not far away looked at the blond boy who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting, and the young soldier in front of him had put away the big knife in his hand at some point.

One of the soldiers sighed and said, "Is it too much?"

The young soldier in front of him looked at the blonde boy whose body was still trembling violently. A trace of unbearance flashed in his eyes, but he quickly hid it away. He said: "Hmph! Has it been passed? Just like him, he went to the battlefield tomorrow and saw someone's head cut off, and he was not scared to pee his pants? Some things, only when he has experienced more severe things, will he not panic when facing them again. If he can't overcome this hurdle in his heart now, hum! It's a matter of time before he dies on the battlefield!"

After saying that, the young soldier bowed his head. It was not that he couldn't bear to see the blond boy trembling all over, but he was unwilling to look at the battlefield ahead that had been covered by corpse vultures. He had too many brothers he met because of this war and were buried in this battlefield and became the food in the mouths of these disgusting corpse vultures.

Pessimism is always easy to spread. Are the soldiers around them touched their hearts by the scene in front of them? Every late at night, when these sharp birds are singing, they will think of their brothers in robes, their situation, and whether they will one day lie on that battlefield in the dark, becoming the food in the mouths of these disgusting corpse-eating vultures.

However, they were thinking at this time, but they did not notice that the dark clouds in the sky were changing drastically over this dark battlefield, forming a huge vortex-like shape. As time goes by, this huge black vortex is still expanding and thickening.

Without any warning, a purple-red lightning bolt of one meter thick was slashed straight from the center of the black vortex in the sky. The thunder that had always appeared with the lightning did not sound as the lightning landed this time. The purple-red light shone brightly on the entire night sky in an instant.

"Enemy attack?" The corpse-eating vultures are fierce. If someone dares to suddenly break in while the corpse-eating vultures are eating, then his fate will be several times more miserable than those who are dead. This is the consensus of the Canglan Continent. Therefore, when corpse-eating vultures appear over the battlefield at night, it is generally impossible for an enemy attack. But despite this, several young veterans who have been in the battlefield for several years have instantly escaped from the sad and melancholy atmosphere and raised their heads to look forward. What happened? What emitted such a dazzling light on such a dim night.

When they looked up, a scene that made these people unforgettable forever came into their eyes.

What kind of scene is this! The purple-red lightning shot straight into the center of the battlefield, causing a blazing fire in an instant. All kinds of miserable birds were heard, and with the blowing of the breeze, various burnt smells rushed towards the people. At this moment, a man wearing golden armor, like a god, floated slowly in the sky reflected the sky-sky fire light, standing in the sky dozens of meters away from the ground.

"Hmph! Miscellaneous!" A thick voice surged from the man's mouth.

Several soldiers watching the night were staring blankly at the standing man above the battlefield in the distance. Even the blonde boy who was still retching just now raised his head and looked at the man standing in the sky on the battlefield ahead from afar.

"Holy...Holy level! It's actually Saint level!" The young warrior in front of him did not realize the trembling in his words, and the light of worship flashed in his eyes.

Saint level! The existence that is approaching the top of the Canglan Continent is also an existence that no force or individual dares to provoke easily! Generally speaking, people at Saint level will not participate in such civilian or forces' siege. Of course, even if they want to participate in such national wars, they are not allowed. After all, the destructive power of the Saint level is too strong. Simple low-level warriors, knights and even spiritualists are like ants when facing Saint level existence. Just the superposition of the number of warriors has no effect on Saint level people. Flying in the air is a standard for simply judging whether a person is a Saint level.

The soldiers next to him were shocked when they heard the young warriors in front of him say this. Saint level! This is an existence they could have provoked. Even if they look at the entire Canglan Continent, for the vast majority of ordinary people, perhaps they would never see a Saint level battle in their lifetime.

But now, a holy level appeared above this battlefield! Is it a battle between holy levels? So where is the person who competes with this existence on the battlefield ahead? Several people knew in their hearts that the battle between holy levels is not something that ordinary people can see. Without a certain strength, I am afraid that the aftermath of the two holy levels may kill them!

However, reality did not give them time to continue thinking. The man wearing golden armor on the battlefield in the distance waved his hand gently. The faint breeze that had just passed instantly evolved into gusts of gusts of wind.

Fire borrows the wind!

The purple-red flames soared into the sky and spread across the entire battlefield. The hundreds of thousands of corpse-eating vultures who were terrified of talking were desperate and rushed towards the man standing in the air above the battlefield.

However, the tiny creatures are always so fragile in the face of powerful beings. The raging fire seemed to melt the battlefield and rushed out of the ground for more than ten meters. The corpse-eating vultures who kept pounced on the battlefield and stood in the air were burned to death by the fire and fell to the ground.

The corpses of these corpse-eating vultures that fell to the ground undoubtedly added sufficient combustion aid to the fire. The man standing in the sky was surrounded by dozens of meters in a radius of space. As the corpse-eating vultures continued to join, the fire became fierce. In just a while, the blazing flames rushed up to the altitude of dozens of meters, like flame shields, and the man surrounded it.

Countless soldiers who were resting were awakened by the screams of these unusual corpse-eating vultures, and they all put on their armor and ran out of the tent. The range of flames became larger and larger, and the black clouds in the entire sky seemed to have been burned to a fiery red. Not long ago, the night was still missing when they reached out to see their fingers, but now it was like daytime under the blazing flames.

The rolling heat waves blew on the faces of the soldiers who had just watched the night, and the cold night was no longer cold. The cheeks of several people looked red under the light of the fire. The heat coming to their faces was like rolling steam, which actually made the soldiers standing so far away from the battlefield feel a little burning pain.

Suddenly, the young soldier on the head changed his face: "No, retreat quickly!" After that, the young soldier got up and ran forward quickly, grabbed the blonde boy who had been frightened by the scene and turned back quickly. When he passed by the position just now, he did not pause, but shouted at the other soldiers who were still dazed, "What are you still standing there? Do you want to die? Go away quickly!"
Chapter completed!