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Chapter 616 Tilvice!

Beside the lake where lightning is surging.

Fu Ming rushed over anxiously, threw himself down at the lakeside, and shouted, "Sire, we have found a clue about 'Haotian'.

But he is now protected by those hybrids of Nadak, and we can't get close to him at all!

The Monarch of Strange Water, the Monarch of Lava, and the Monarch of Fura are all dead, and the remaining few dare not approach."

"Nadaq?!"

A cold snort echoed from the lake: "How dare these rats hiding in Edsai show their heads and confront us?"

"Monarch, the equipment worn by those hybrids of Nadak is very unusual. The Zerg army can't even break their defenses. Those ordinary monarchs are simply no match for them. If this continues, they may return to Edsai."

"A bunch of trash!"

The lake exploded.

The anger in Tilvice's voice was almost about to overflow, and Fu Ming trembled.

A huge black shadow emerged from the bottom of the lake. Fu Ming was filled with excitement. "Lord, are you ready to take action yourself?"

"With your help, we'll definitely be able to easily defeat those damn hybrids!"

Tilvice did not answer.

Of course she wanted to take action herself and crush to death the blasphemer who dared to offend the dignity of the ancestor!

However, her mental limitations forced her to consider carefully.

Once she leaves this place and uses her strength extensively, it will be extremely dangerous for her.

at this time.

An eye opened in the sky and cast a gaze down.

Fu Ming was so frightened that he immediately prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to say a word.

Tilvice also seemed surprised by the arrival of the ancestor's will and listened carefully to the ancestor's will.

a moment.

Her body trembled, and excitement filled the entire sky.

"Ancestor, is it true...really?"

Fu Ming swore that this was the first time he heard his monarch make such an emotional sound.

But he didn't know what the two sides talked about. If he had even a slight exposure to that level of spiritual dialogue, he would die.

"Dilvius must bring the Desecrator and that piece of equipment back to the First One!"

Huge waves arose in the lake.

The eye in the sky left, and a huge black shadow also left the lake and flew away into the distance.

From its huge projection, one can vaguely see that it is a jellyfish-like creature.

Each of the tentacles hanging behind it is hundreds of meters long, and just by passing through the air, the space is shaken continuously.

……

along the way.

The Lancer Lord and others didn't know how many void creatures and Zergs they had killed.

All they knew was that the color of blood had filled their vision. In the end, their movements were almost mechanical, and their spirits were almost numb.

At this moment, Lu Yun was being carried by a flying scale beast, and the Lancer Lord himself had already joined the battle during the fourth rotation.

And now.

They were only a thousand meters away from their ancestral home, Edsay, very close.

Looking at the familiar land, the Lancer Lord's spirits rose, and he thrust his spear into the sky, shouting:

"wind!"

call--

The thick dark clouds dissipated, and a howling gale stirred up between heaven and earth.

Amidst the flying dust, figures appeared one after another.

That's the warrior of Nadak.

They were awakened from their slumber and came to welcome the return of the monarch.

"wind!"

"wind!"

"wind!"

"..."

Waves of roars mixed with the strong wind echoed throughout the sky and earth.

The Zerg and Void creatures chasing from behind gradually stopped.

Nadak restrained them greatly, and facing the overwhelming army, they dared not move forward.

The Lancer Lord relaxed his expression, glanced at Lu Yun, and asked, "How long can he hold on?"

Qingye replied: "Not long. He is now completely relying on his subconscious to support himself. We need to send him to the ruins as soon as possible to start treatment!"

The Lancer Lord nodded, flew into the air, and looked down at the Nadak Legion.

All those burning spiritual flames were looking at him at this moment.

"Gentlemen."

The Lancer Lord pointed his spear at Lu Yun and said, "I just want to ask, do you want to go home?"

Balls of spiritual flames leaped and danced.

Chaotic emotions reverberated among the hundred thousand spirits, finally converging into a unified will:

"go home!"

The Lancer Lord pointed at Lu Yun and said, "This man can take us home now!"

"But he is mortally wounded and needs our mental strength, which may cost us our lives!"

There was a slight pause, giving the 100,000-man army time to think.

"Those who are willing to save him, step forward!"

There weren't too many words, none of the expected inflammatory speeches, and not even any direct attempt to replace their will and make decisions for them.

Simply state the pros and cons and then ask for their wishes.

Manglong stared blankly at the Lancer Lord in front of him, looking at their big brother.

The yellow earth rustles and the flags flutter below.

In this pervasive silence, the Lancer Lord took the first step forward and expressed his decision.

The Lord of the Wild Dragon subconsciously raised his hand to stop the other party.

Boom!

The sound of orderly footsteps rose.

More than half of the legion took a step sideways and then moved forward.

The 100,000-strong army was divided into two distinct parts.

There was no excessive emotion in those leaping spiritual flames, only trust in the Lancer Lord.

They didn't choose Lu Yun.

Instead, they chose to follow their monarch!

The Lancer Lord said nothing more, turned around and looked at the Wild Dragon Lord and the Ghost Lord behind him, then handed the spear in his hand to the Wild Dragon:

"Thank you, brothers, for helping us resist the enemy's attack."

"Brother, I..."

The Lancer Lord raised his hand to stop Manglong from speaking, and gently patted his shoulder. "When you joined the army, you were a generation younger than me. You're still young. If we succeed, then go see that homeland for me and see if it still looks the same as I remember."

Done.

The Lancer Lord turned and chased in the direction where the Aoba Lord left.

Half of the legions that had lined up below also followed.

"There are only half of the people. This is not enough for the number Qingye said." The ghost muttered, with indescribable emotions in his voice.

Yinsha stroked the two swords in his hands and handed them to Youhun with a bright smile: "Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

"At least I tried my best. I won't regret it even if I die."

After saying that, he also followed the Lancer Lord.

Dunshan scratched his head and looked at the shield in his hand. He wanted to hand it over, but was reluctant to do so.

I wanted to say something but couldn't think of it, so I said in a muffled voice, "I think so too."

But at this moment.

The air suddenly solidified, and the whistling wind between heaven and earth stopped.

An indescribable aura of terror swept across heaven and earth.

It almost tore the souls of those present apart.

The Ghost Lord's misty body trembled wildly, as if it would be torn apart in the next second.

"This is... Tilvice?!"

The ghost looked up in astonishment, looking at the huge figure that was looming in the depths of the sky.

The armor on Manglong's body seemed to be twisted. He gritted his teeth and stared at the depths of the clouds: "Damn it, how did this old thing get here? Don't they have restrictions?"

No one could answer his questions.

Deep in the clouds, a pair of cold eyes cast their gazes upon the land:

"Insects, meet your destruction."