After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

"Hahaha, that kid is mine!"

"These humans are so weak that they can't even sap their spirit. They still have to rely on us."

"Leave me a bite of flesh and blood. I want to taste his fire-forged golden body and see if it's crunchy when chewed!"

The high-quality creatures among these disaster beasts are capable of wreaking havoc on a region, destroying cities and countries.

At this time, they came in a torrent, and wherever they passed, they did not distinguish between friend and foe. Any existence in their path was swept away and crushed.

The arrival of this "reinforcement force" actually made the enemy pay a heavy price.

It's like a doomsday scene.

Even the Aoki defenders on the city wall couldn't help but look at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

"If the First Scourge Beast had attacked the city like this, wouldn't we have already been completely crushed?"

"Young Master Li and Commander Qu, are you going to break through this encirclement?"

"I just shot an arrow. That arrow could have penetrated even bluestone, but before it even hit the strong wind, it was blown away like a piece of dry grass..."

"Can we still...win?"

High-quality disaster beasts seem to have a natural deterrent effect on humans.

This is the reason and result why they have been above all living beings and worshipped as gods for many years.

Once they appear, they symbolize a great disaster.

They are the root of disaster and the embodiment of fear.

You should know that many of the Qingmu defenders were recruited locally, and the fear of disaster beasts is engraved in their bones.

"Young Master Li is still fighting in the battlefield, what discouraging words are you saying behind his back?!"

Wu Lang was missing several teeth, his mouth was full of blood, and he had a lisp when he spoke.

He glanced around, causing some frightened soldiers to lower their heads, thus preventing the spread of panic.

"There is always a way out."

"I haven't even run away yet, what are you afraid of?!"

Huang Donglai appeared on the wall exhausted. He had been thinking for a long time. If he were Brother Li, what would he do now?

"If you tie the Thunderbolt Fire Pill to a crossbow and shoot it."

"Even if the crossbow bolts can't hurt the enemy, the explosion will still have some effect."

After Huang Dong finished speaking, Wu Lang's eyes lit up.

However, they searched for a long time.

Ok?

What about the remaining Thunderbolt Fire Pills?

......

"Young Master Li, just keep moving forward."

Qu Sheng rode on the snow-stepping white dragon, and the aura of the outside world began to emanate from his body.

The interior scene can form a field.

As for the external scene, it can truly release the scene in your heart and influence the world.

Li Mo looked at him blankly. He saw Qu Sheng talking, and his wildly dancing black hair suddenly turned frosty.

"Who says that a successful general won't remember the names of his dead bones?"

“I remember…”

Qu Sheng remembers every comrade who died.

He was born into a poor family and joined the army at a very early age. At the beginning, he was a child soldier. His job on the battlefield was to collect corpses and clean the battlefield.

This was actually a lucrative job. He could secretly hide some of the stuff he took from the corpse. As long as the sergeant received a gift, he would turn a blind eye.

But it's probably just bad luck.

He picked up corpses many times and always encountered people who were still alive.

As a result, he learned the secrets of many people's dying, and his realm improved by leaps and bounds. Knowing the reasons why many people died in battle, he actually fought hard on the battlefield and barely survived.

As a result, he remembered many people's names.

Many of those names were not even on the list of casualties.

There is a sentence he has heard countless times:

"Take my share and live together."

Later, Qu Wazi became Qu Wuzhang, Qu Shizhang, Qu Battalion Commander...

He observed the gods and everything came to fruition naturally.

The last gifts from his comrades made him the great commander Aoki today.

One, dozens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... The sound of horse hooves went from sparse to like a violent storm. Qu Sheng, who had lost his followers, once again had thousands of troops behind him.

Those dead who had long since passed away transformed into blood-soaked fighting spirits and stood behind him again.

Soul, come back!

This is his appearance.