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

"Lao Cao, can you still hold on?"

Amidst the ruins of the city, Shen Qingzhu looked at the enemy ahead.

The number seems to have not changed at all compared to before, it is still so large, so many that it makes people despair.

He no longer knew how many black goat kids had died at his hands. Everywhere he looked, there were piles of corpses.

And in that black mountain of corpses, there were also cloaks mixed in.

The color of the cloak seemed to be even redder.

Cao Yuan supported himself with the Star Blade and stood up.

The previous attack cleared out the enemies within 50 kilometers ahead, giving everyone a short break.

In the distance, the black sheep's hooves are moving forward slowly and steadily, like a high wall that can never be crossed.

In the back, whimpers and cries of pain were heard among the crowd.

"It hurts, it hurts, Qiangwei, please be gentle. I didn't die at the hands of the black goat, but I will die at your hands!"

"You still have the nerve to say that!" Qiangwei's voice was clearly filled with tears. She was wearing a mask and her expression could not be seen, but her body was shaking.

"Get lost, you bastard! Who asked you to block me? Have you watched too many soap operas? Do you think that girls will fall in love with you as long as you can be a hero and save the damsel in distress?

Stop dreaming, I like Libra’s more serious personality.”

Rose pulled at the two halves of Uzumaki's body, trying to put them together.

There were too many people injured and their injuries were too serious. Even those with injuries like Whirlpool could only rely on their companions to help stop the bleeding and could not get any rescue.

It's so tragic.

The death toll was in the hundreds of thousands.

"Tianli, did you hear that? She said she likes you."

"She's talking about liking girls like me...not me. Also, you need to rest now and stop acting funny."

If she hadn't been so engrossed in the fighting that she forgot to guard against what was behind her, Uzumaki wouldn't have been so badly injured trying to save her.

Rose bit her lips until they bled, a fishy-sweet smell filled her mouth, and a strong sense of guilt surrounded her.

Xuwo glanced at Qiangwei quietly, then suddenly cried out in a shrill voice, "Little Qiangzi, be careful. If you hurt our dragon body, we will banish you to the cold palace."

rose:"……"

How this guy used the tone of a eunuch and the queen to say that his body was that of a dragon.

As the vortex spoke, it flapped its wings a few times to restore itself, like a drowning fish (not really).

Seeing this, Qiangwei was so angry that she laughed.

You're injured so badly, and you're still playing.

"Ahhh, Qiangwei, it hurts, it hurts..."

"Go to hell! It hurts like hell, you bastard!"

The demon squad, everyone leaned against the broken wall, exhausted.

Lu Baoyou covered one of his eyes. In the previous battle, that eye was pierced by a black branch, almost piercing his head.

"Lu Baoyou, how is it?"

"You won't die. You should care about Su Yuan instead of me."

Su Yuan's arm and leg were shattered and it hurt whenever he moved.

"Fortunately, I didn't call my brother over. If he had seen it, he would have been nagged by that guy," she said with a smile.

"Sister Hongying, don't cry." Si Xiaonan gently patted the woman's back.

In Hongying's arms was a girl with lifeless eyes.

Zhen Xiaoyi, the girl who joined Team 136 just two years ago, will be turning 19 the day after tomorrow.

In the rear, many figures in white were moving among the wounded.

Many of them were not the owners of the Forbidden Ruins, and had simply learned battlefield first aid, but they also understood how serious the injuries were.

The live broadcast is still showing the images, every inch of land is soaked in blood.

In the shelter, some people were already crying, kneeling on the ground and shouting the names of their loved ones.

Some were so angry that they wanted to rush out and fight side by side.

There are rarely any comments in the live broadcast room, which is rare.

What other words can they use to express their feelings at this moment?

What other words can describe that kind of sadness?

On the battlefield, some people's intestines were all over the ground, and they could only force them back in and cover them with their hands. Some people had half of their heads shrunk, but they were still breathing with difficulty.

When some girls saw the injuries of the others, they burst into tears.

Instead, those people kept comforting him and even made jokes about his own injuries.

"Aren't you afraid of the pain?" A little girl finally couldn't help but asked.

"It hurts! How can it not hurt?" A big man with a stubble on his face was smoking a cigarette. Smoke leaked from his lungs and his facial features were distorted with pain.

"Before we came here, my superior told us that the gap between us and the enemy was huge, but he didn't even tell me it would be that big. He's a big liar!"

The big man nodded towards the mountain of corpses on his right.

"It's a pity that he died before me, and his deaths were so scattered that I couldn't find anyone to reason with him... Maybe he didn't know the gap would be so huge.

You know what, at least he died quickly and without much pain."

"If you knew the gap would be this big, would you still come?"

"Of course not. My wife at home just had her second child and is still in confinement. If I die, what will happen to the orphans and widows who will be bullied?!"

The earth was shaking, and the black goat kid was approaching again.

Not even 10 minutes.

But the man staggered to his feet and limped towards the black goat kid.

It's not just him.

All the night watchmen stood up, and those who could not stand up crawled.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the big man's shoulders.

In a trance, the girl heard a murmur.

"But someone has to do it. If we don't kill these beasts, more people will die.

Rather than this, let me die."

A crest appeared on his palm.

A black monster hundreds of meters tall and a middle-aged man 1.73 meters tall.

Because of his habitual hunched back, his stature appears even shorter.

His temples are gray, and time has left marks on his face.

The monster roared, and thousands of eyes looked at the staggering people.

Some of them supported each other, some used star knives as crutches, some used cloaks as shrouds, and it was unclear whether they were hugging friends or partners. Some had empty sleeves and bit the emblem with their teeth.

On the front of the emblem, two black straight swords are crossed, with stars shining above them.

There are four lines of small characters on the back.

Click.

That was the sound of ghosts and gods.

They roared in unison.

"When the dark night finally comes,

I will stand before tens of thousands of people;

With the sword facing the abyss,

The sky is stained with blood!"

Someone looked up to the sky and laughed: "Gentlemen, can you still fight?"

Said: "Yes!"