After each unit is destroyed, it can only be regenerated by blood.

When the caster is unable to provide enough blood for regeneration, the magical creature with the soul attached will shatter in an instant.

The enslaved souls will also dissipate.

But even so, the “traitors” of only a few thousand people were too weak to face Akado’s army of millions.

However, his enemies were far more than just Lateran.

Akado looked at the flare in the sky.

At some point, many different colors appeared there. That was the arrival of reinforcements from the various countries of Terra.

Gaul, Ursus, Leitania, Dayan…

It seems that the surrounding cities have completely fallen.

The entire wilderness is gradually turning into purgatory.

Artillery bombardment, magic, and close combat.

This is the most brutal battle, which will evaporate the blood, burn out the fire, turn the bones into dust, and only the victor will survive forever.

The Dead River’s replenishment rate is far less than its consumption rate.

It’s drying up.

If it were to completely drain away, I would probably die soon.

But he saw the surrounding hills and gullies again.

A voice told him that this world had long been in chaos and war, that the sea had been replaced by blood, and that the mountains had been covered by Jingguan. This was how the world should be!

The 15-year-old Acardo laughed wildly, anger burning in his heart. The blood-red in his memory overlapped with the gray sky today, making him even angrier.

Who is it? Who overturned my country of faith? Who destroyed my legend?

Strangely, there was a trumpet sounding in the sky. It was neither encouraging nor lamenting. All those who heard the trumpet sounded lost their minds and fell into madness.

No one listened to the orders anymore.

They wielded their weapons wantonly, killing all living things they could see.

Death spread rapidly, and every drop of blood that fell from others became nourishment for Akado to maintain the River of Death.

Everyone was shouting hysterically.

“Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!”

They showed bloody smiles of joy, and their spirits were fundamentally distorted.

The only ones who can remain rational are the mages who have mastered the art of Originium, or the Sakota who operate the guns.

The Papal Knights were quickly killed in the chaos.

The allied reinforcements now began to attack each other indiscriminately.

Amid the continuous artillery fire, the Dead River also shrank rapidly.

“Is all the blood used to maintain the spell…” Anderson looked at the sky that was gradually dyed blood red.

He ran out of ammunition and continued fighting with the gunsword made with Originium craftsmanship.

The remaining “betrayers” were like long sails cutting through the wind and waves, slowly but powerfully cutting through chaos and death.

Finally they successfully broke through to Akado.

The blood demon was swinging a picked-up long sword and cutting off the head of a Gallic officer.

“I have no regrets in the kill and no shame in the victory.” The officer was still cheering before he died.

Akado was angry and calm, as if there were many different consciousnesses living in his mind, but he himself was unaware of it.

He vaguely remembered that the two staffs had called themselves something? Kindred? Fragments?

laugh.

While thinking, his body moved instinctively, and he released the power of the Demon King almost the moment the enemy approached. The dark thread flashed in the air, cutting the approaching Saint Enoch and several Pope Knights into pieces.

!

Anderson took a big step back, but it was of no use. The dark light cut through him like a spider web, tearing apart the priest’s uniform and the light armor underneath.

He watched in horror as his comrades died one after another.

But the enemy did not give him more time to reminisce.

Akado snatched the pistol from Saint Enoch, and relying on the memory he had just absorbed, he skillfully activated the guardian gun. The bullet flew out of the chamber with a sharp sound of breaking through the air and fell on Anderson’s forehead.

After all, Anderson was a Papal Knight who had experienced many battles. He knew the shooting techniques of the Guardian Gun very well and had planned to dodge before Akado pulled the trigger.

However, the opponent’s proficiency in using the Guardian Gun far exceeded expectations, and even made people feel extremely familiar with it.

“This is Enoch’s shooting habit…”

Anderson covered his arms.

There is a huge difference between Sakota’s physical fitness and that of the pure-blooded Royal Court Sarkaz.

Even if one’s motor skills were trained to the limit, it was still difficult to avoid the shooting of the legendary gunslinger.

His left arm was broken and he was covered in blood.

“What are you going to do, Lateran?”

Accardo shot and killed a Papal Knight who tried to attack from behind.

Only he and Anderson were left on the corpse-strewn field.

The Blood Demon laughed softly, “What are the chances of winning? One in a thousand? One in ten thousand? One in a million? One in a trillion? Or one in a trillion?”

As he spoke, the Blood Demon himself felt a little bored. He looked down upon the “weakling” in front of him with contempt.

Then he turned around and gradually disappeared into the dead river.

Sakota’s face was pale. What a terrible enemy this was. He had extremely treacherous magic, and with the power of the devil, was there anyone in this world who could kill him? But Anderson just suppressed his pain and despair in a low roar, “Even if it’s the end of the infinity, it’s enough for me.”

He glared at Akado’s departing back, his purpose was different from that of other countries.

Lateran came for revenge.

The Sakta people have been suffering from the slaughter and persecution of Kazdel for thousands of years, and their caravans are often robbed even now. The Sarkaz even regard the looted guardian guns as a collection and honor.

This is the best opportunity, the only chance that will allow the younger generations to not worry about their travel safety, and the only chance to wash.

As long as Kazdel is defeated, as long as the Demon King is killed here…

The hatred of saints throughout the ages and the hatred of thousands of Sakotas must all be resolved.

It’s just a broken arm, Alexander Anderson!

He bit his broken left arm and raised the musketeer with one hand, “Amen!!!”

What swept across like a violent wind was the sharp sword blade.

All the magical creatures that blocked the way died.

The scriptures became thinner and thinner, and each page turned into a gun sword, becoming Anderson’s weapon to move forward.

“Amen! Amen! Amen!…”

His upright gun sword and broken hand crossed into a cross, finally tearing open the River of Death, and standing in front of Akado, stepping on countless blood.

“Are you finally standing before me? No longer dependent on companions or prayers.”

The blood demon seemed to be sighing, he wanted to applaud, but in the end he raised the two guard guns in his hands, wanting to respond to the only strong man on the battlefield with the most intense killing.

They were originally the weapons of Saint Enoch.

After Akado absorbed the corresponding memories, he perfectly integrated them into his own fighting style.

“You are worthy of being called Judas the Traitor,” he respected this warrior who dared to betray his faith.

Akado absorbed Enoch’s life force, and the memory of the Lateran saint touched him, “As expected, Alexander Anderson.”

“So what’s next? What are you going to do?”

He looked at the man who pierced the dead river with one hand and finally walked in front of him. In the deepest part of his soul, he was looking forward to a real life-and-death fight.

Enemy reinforcements were arriving from further away, and the Dead River was being consumed at an increasingly faster rate.

“Of course, I’ll kill you here,” Anderson coughed up blood, his broken left arm hanging down, shaking with half of the bones and flesh.

He opened the magazine of Angel Dust and found a slender spike hidden in the innermost layer.

“Hallelujah,” he whispered, then drove the spike through his heart.

Then a white sword light flashed.

Accardo’s neck was cut.

There was confusion and anger in his eyes…

“Gone?!”

Mastema listened intently.

But the story ends here.

“That’s all,” Akado finished the red wine in his hand.

“Why, you want to hear the sequel?”

Mostima gritted her teeth. Wasn’t it just about to reach the climax? And it was cut off just like that?!

So she nodded.

Accardo put the bottle on the table, “No follow-up.”

He opened his ever-present briefcase, dug out a bloodstained nail and threw it to Mostima.

“If you go back to Rutland, return this.”

“This is……”

“Holy Nail.”

Successful collection, new plot preview

I stayed up all night to collect materials, so I didn’t have time to write the update on February 2. I woke up in the afternoon of the 7th and wrote it.

Added some fresh stuff to the outline.

① “Wandering Terra” is about to be broadcast: directed by Nian, special effects supervisor Xi, screenwriter Dr. Rhodes Island, investors Penguin Empire and Rhine Life Engineering Office.

Starring Liu Peiqiang, now Ma Enna Linguang

The original starring role was Liu Qi, the current starring role was Margaret Linguang.

The heroine was originally Han Duoduo, and now is Maria Lin Guang

…… (roughly the same as above)

②”Batman” is about to be broadcast: directed by Nian, special effects supervisor Xi, screenwriter Dr. Rhodes Island, investors Penguin Empire, Rhine Life Engineering Office, and Rhodes Pharmaceuticals.

The original starring role is Bruce, the current starring role is Accardo, and the stand-in role is Logos.

The heroine…

Ahem, in order to save the reputation of the Sarkaz, the Demon King’s sharp blade, the Blood Demon King – Akado, makes his debut.

Become a city idol!

163. Time Drive

Blue-haired Sakota strolls through the interior of Rhodes Island.

Although this landship looks incredibly huge from the outside, there is hardly any factory on Terra that can manufacture such a steel behemoth.

But when she actually walked in the intricate corridors and took the elevators leading to various areas, she suddenly realized that this was a modern city speeding beyond civilization.

Even with the help of a large number of direct passages, lifting devices, and transportation vehicles, it would take at least a whole day to visit all areas within Rhodes Island.

Mostima stopped in front of a dessert shop.