Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

The new recruits who attempted to besiege Lin Qiye were blasted into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Ding Chongfeng's mouth, and one of his arms was broken.

He saw the man carrying the black coffin turn around and walk towards the pool beside the altar.

At this time, the water in the pool was as black as ink, emitting an ominous aura.

He has to complete the final arrangements!

"Brothers, attack the altar first, don't let them complete the summoning!"

Ding Chongfeng shouted with all his might, his voice hoarse, and even blood foam spurting out of his mouth.

More than 400 people came, but less than 100 were still standing. Their defeat was inevitable, but before they died, they wanted to do something else.

"I'll clear the way for you!"

Fang Mo's eyes flashed with golden light, and he pounced towards An Qingyu, wanting to open a bloody path for everyone.

Li Zhenzhen raised his longbow and shot at the pale ghost figure beside the coffin man. The arrow went straight through the man's body, but also caused his body to pause.

Everyone seized this opportunity and rushed towards the altar.

Their muscles felt tearing and their bones creaked, as if someone was whispering in their ears, "Stop, stop. What's the point? You're all going to die. Even if the sacrifice is completed, what does it have to do with you?"

No one stopped.

An Qingyu raised his hand, and the sharp silk thread stabbed towards Fang Mo at a very tricky angle, but was blocked by Ding Chongfeng just before it hit.

The silk thread pierced through him, but he didn't look at An Qingyu, but stared at Fang Mo.

"come on……"

thump.

His body fell to the ground without a sound.

An Qingyu didn't stop at all, and the silk threads between her ten fingers flew towards Fang Mo. Another figure blocked Fang Mo's way.

The silver-white threads woven into a web wrapped around him, and tearing pain rushed straight to his brain.

"go!"

One person after another stood in front of Fang Mo, paving the way for him.

The distance of less than twenty meters seemed so long in the eyes of everyone.

The pale ghost, the strange man in the black coffin, the strong woman with a skull wrapped around her waist, and the mysterious man who can control the mystery, the four of them surrounded the only one hundred people left.

Fang Mo took a deep breath. It was clearly a drill, and he wasn't really dying, but his heart was boiling.

Fifteen meters, eighty people, the pale ghost took action, possessed the people around Fang Mo, and suddenly attacked.

Ten meters, sixty-one people, the man in the black coffin danced wildly with silk threads between his fingers, and a strange purple mist spread from his sleeves, trying to cover all the remaining people.

Five meters, thirty-nine people, Galan rushed into the crowd as if he was in an empty space, knocking everyone over, but was grabbed by the ankle and dragged tightly.

One meter, seventeen people, the mysterious man drew out a snow-white long sword, and beside him, there were a full fifteen mysterious lamps.

Fifteen people rushed towards the fifteen mysterious creatures. They seemed like evil spirits from hell, more mysterious than the so-called mysterious, and more hideous than monsters!

"We're here to stop them, don't stop, you two!"

The distance of less than twenty meters was paved with the corpses of hundreds of people!

The blood dyed the earth red, silent and tragic!

Li Zhenzhen raised the Cupid's longbow, "Fang Mo, you go first, I'll stop him!"

Li Zhenzhen looked serious. The girl stared at Lin Qiye and raised her longbow.

Before she could react, the snow-white blade pierced through the void and slashed down diagonally.

It hurts. It hurts so much!

Li Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, fell to the ground, and raised the longbow with difficulty. Her voice was trembling, and she was really afraid of pain.

Bend the bow and nock the arrow.

"Fang Mo, let's go!"

whoosh-

This was the fastest arrow Li Zhenzhen had ever shot. The sharp arrow cut through the air and shot towards Lin Qiye, making bursts of explosive sounds.

She wanted the other person to fall in love with her briefly and buy a little time for Fang Mo.

But in the end, the arrow was caught by Galan.

Although Jialan was dragged by his ankle, he still managed to move in front of Li Zhenzhen and grabbed the bow and arrow.

On the field, many people were breathing their last breath.

They're not unconscious yet.

They saw Fang Mo being stopped by the Monkey King mask.

Fang Mo gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at his companions behind him, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

No one knew how determined he was to choose to fight against his benefactor.

But, in a 1V1, how could Fang Mo be Lin Qiye's opponent?

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through at all.

That one-meter distance is like an insurmountable chasm!

The pale ghost and the strange man in the black coffin began to approach this side. Red Boy shook off the people on his feet and walked towards Fang Mo with heavy steps.

He was about to be surrounded.

There has been complete silence underground since a while ago.

The instructors stared at the screen intently, their fists clenched without them knowing when.

Some people had a look of helplessness and sadness in their eyes, and they thought of their comrades.

Most of them have lost their comrades and brothers, and they don’t want their descendants to experience that pain, powerlessness, and sadness again.

Is that all it can be...?

Li Zhenzhen is still conscious.

Obviously all of this is fake, but why does she feel so unwilling?

They lay on the ground, their bodies almost falling apart, their eyes bloodshot.

Despair, endless despair.

Whoosh-!

A sound of breaking through the air exploded above everyone's heads, and three young men with three pairs of dark red wings rushed out from the treetops in the distance and rushed towards Lin Qiye at lightning speed.

Lu Baoyou held a broken long knife, which he had picked up from somewhere, and stabbed towards Lin Qiye.

His crimson eyes emanated an eerie aura that made people feel uncomfortable, and he roared with ferocious murderous intent.

"Agent Michael, die!"

Lin Qiye was prepared. He raised his snow-white sword and slashed down diagonally.

Lu Baoyou didn't even try to dodge. Two ferocious giant mouths emerged from the broken long sword and bit towards Lin Qiye's neck.

The snow-white long knife almost cut open his chest. With the help of the inertia of flying, Lu Baoyou grabbed Fang Mo's collar and let out a roar.

"Get over here!"

He threw Fang Mo onto the altar with a sudden thrust.

Not only Fang Mo, but even Lin Qiye was stunned.

Lu Baoyou was filled with murderous intent just now, as if he wanted to cut Lin Qiye into pieces, but no one expected that his target was the altar, not Lin Qiye.

The anger is real, and the murderous intent is also real.

When Lin Qiye used the Mortal Realm of God, Lu Baoyou only felt a fire burning in his heart, and the divine ruins left by Lucifer in his body were roaring.

It was precisely because these were all true that Lin Qiye made a misjudgment.

Lu Baoyou didn't want to get involved at first, he could have kept himself out of it.

What does it have to do with him whether the Night's Watch lives or dies?

He had been rejected by the Night's Watch anyway, and his father, who was also a Night's Watch member, was a complete bastard anyway, so he had no good feelings towards the Night's Watch.

Anyway...

No one cares about him, right?

Why should he care about this world?

But when Lu Baoyou saw four hundred people coming forward one after another, saw everyone using their bodies to pave a bloody path for Fang Mo, saw that hope was right in front of them, only one meter away, but they were about to give up all their efforts, he hesitated.

Lu Baoyou had countless reasons to retreat, but he chose to move forward.