In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1383

Qilidoan faced Lancelot, and a fierce fight broke out between the two.

But when the top alien of mankind faced the general of the three-eyed tribe, he fell into a huge disadvantage from the beginning.

Qilidoan's fighting style was pure violence, with violent sword moves and agility that was inconsistent with his body size.

His every move set off a huge storm, and even Lancelot, who was at full power, found it difficult to find a flaw.

But even so, he still wanted to fight and attack Qilidoan with the sword in his hand!

"Boom!"

Qilidoan's giant sword hit the protective shield Glad heavily, and the powerful force caused the air to distort, and an invisible shock wave rippled in all directions.

The land within dozens of miles around had turned into a huge deep pit, unable to withstand the power of the two.

Lancelot flew backwards, but used this method to unload the huge force transmitted to him through the protective shield.

His arms were numb, and he couldn't help but hiss.

"Is this the power of the giants? Such a powerful, terrifying race!"

His eyes became more cautious, and in front of him, a white giant figure slowly emerged from the dust.

Qiliduoan walked towards him like a god, his face full of indifference and ruthlessness, like the god of death who sentenced death.

Lancelot's mouth was bleeding, but he laughed up to the sky.

"The hell knight who fell into the underworld, dye the flag of the rebellious heaven red with my blood!"

"When the angel's feathers are broken and fall into the dust, I will sing the hymn of doomsday with a torn throat!"

The loud singing echoed in the air with the ancient tune, and a powerful force burst out from Lancelot's body.

The skill [Knight's Hell Hymn] was activated, and the hellfire around Lancelot became more violent, swirling around his body like a tornado. The black mist wrapped around his torso from his feet, and gradually, strange lines appeared on his skin.

This repaired his injured body and made him stronger!

He raised the Sword of Conquest, pointed it at Qiliduoan, roared, and rushed over in endless flames!

...

The Knights of the Round Table were already fighting with the Kingdom Army led by Qiliduoan.

The two powerful forces could be clearly felt even from a distance.

Zhang Yi carried a sniper on his shoulder and frowned slightly as he looked over there.

The Burial Master, Gao Changkong and others were also watching.

At this time, going to help might be the best way. After all, in the face of the war with alien races, the internal struggles of their human race can be temporarily put aside.

However, humans have never been an animal that considers the overall situation.

Gao Changkong looked at the Holy Spirit Hall on the zenith and narrowed his eyes slowly.

"While someone has attracted the attention of the Three-Eyed Clan, we can take the opportunity to enter the Holy Spirit Hall and look for the source of God."

Chen Xiaozheng asked: "What about Batu? That guy is now in Zhang Yi's hands. If he can't find us, he may be in danger."

Gao Changkong raised a smile.

"No, it's safest in his hands."

"Because Zhang Yi is a very smart person, he knows that only a living Batu is valuable, and a dead Batu has no meaning to us. When we seize the treasures in the Holy Spirit Hall, I will pay enough for the exchange."

Hearing this, Chen Xiaozheng nodded and no longer had any opinions.

Gao Changkong turned around and looked at the soldiers of the Xiaza family who were cleaning the battlefield behind him.

He said to the soldier leader Nima: "Next, you have to make as much noise as possible here, the bigger the better, understand?"

Nima nodded solemnly.

He knew that his people were to be kept as bait, but as a loyal descendant of the Xiaza family, he was very clear about his mission.

So he turned around and roared: "Kill all the three-eyed people here, leave no one! Burn all the houses, let these bastards see how powerful we humans are!"

Voices echoed one after another around him, and Gao Changkong took Gu Man and Chen Xiaozheng and left here quickly.

They avoided the Nash soldiers along the way and headed straight for the Holy Spirit Temple above their heads.

Looking all the way from here, through the intricate stone bridge, you can step onto a narrow corridor that seems to be built in the air. At the end of the corridor is the entrance to the Holy Spirit Temple.

But just as Gao Changkong was about to steal the chicken and sneak into the Holy Spirit Temple while other places were fighting, four huge horse hooves stepped on the black stones and appeared step by step at the end of the fog on the narrow trapezoidal corridor in front of him.

It was a tall centaur withThe body of a warhorse and the upper body of a three-eyed tribe, he was covered in silver-gray armor, wearing a twisted horn helmet on his head, and his thick arms like doorposts carried a long knight's spear on his shoulders.

The moment he appeared, the air around him seemed to stagnate.

Gao Changkong and the other two felt the fear of death in him.

People who have killed enough people have a breath called murderous aura on their bodies.

This thing cannot be seen or smelled, but everyone can feel it clearly.

It is said that every creature will instinctively release a biological hormone when it dies to remind its companions to stay away from danger.

So, I don't know how many people have been killed by this person in front of me.

He walked slowly, looking at Gao Changkong and the other two with a playful look.

"There are actually bugs that dare to covet the Holy Spirit Temple? How interesting!"

General Carnahuo of Nash Country, a spear-riding centaur.

Ability index, 20,000 points, black chariot level.

Gao Changkong's eyes narrowed solemnly.

He didn't expect that he would meet the second Ipsilon of Nash so soon here.

And this one's momentum seemed to be more amazing than the previous Qiliduoan!

"Is this the guardian of the road leading to the Holy Spirit Temple?"

Gao Changkong's voice was a little helpless, but his focused eyes showed that he was ready for battle.

...

Another Ipsilon-level battle broke out!

The momentum was amazing enough that even Zhang Yi, who was sniping Nash soldiers in the distance, couldn't help but look sideways.

"What a strong deterrent force, it feels like it's not worse than the Burial Master. There are indeed enough strong people in Nash! Fortunately, most of them became stronger after being affected after the end of the world. Otherwise, over time, with their racial talents, I don't know how terrifying they will become."

"Maybe they will become the Titan Demon God in myths and legends!"

Zhang Yi was a little horrified.

However, he didn't care about these things. His team had the smallest target and the most flexible actions.

Moreover, he didn't attack the strong. Everyone he saw was his hunting target.

Let Zangzhu, Gao Changkong, Lancelot and others test the strength of the strong men of Nash Country first. At the critical moment, Zhang Yi would take action.