When the troops of the Salvation Army teleported to the battlefield with a dark face, they found that the battle was over.

Due to the commander's inaction, the Salvation Army troops that were supposed to arrive the fastest came more slowly than the polar bears who were on their skis.

Looking at the giant beast troops of Snow Wind Fortress who were collecting cryolite, Mr. Commander felt a little disbelieving.

Looking at the huge dragon head like a tall building, there was only shock in his eyes.

In Xuefeng Castle, Yang Qixin sat high on the throne, wearing a coat to cover up her stomach that was bulging due to indigestion, and her expression was extremely contemptuous and disdainful.

The Ironclad Marquis and Fina stood in front of the throne on the left and the right. A group of men dressed as literati counted losses and gains.

"I originally wanted to rely on the support force to convince this guy..." The Salvation Army commander whispered. But I saw the general of the seventeenth division of the polar bear take a step forward:

"I have seen Her Majesty the Queen. I, Krause and the 17th Division of the Polar Bear Legion, came to support. I underestimated the Queen's strength before, please forgive me."

The commander glanced at Krause, "I, Bill, came to support on behalf of the Salvation Army. I hope Her Majesty the Queen can temporarily forget the past grudges and work together to fight the snow disaster."

Yang Qixin glanced at the two of them, then yawned: "Well, I see. Iron armor, go set up the two troops. The ammunition and food supplies are the same as our troops. Fenna, go and prepare rooms for the two generals."

"No, it's better for me to live in the barracks outside the city." Krause refused not too euphemistically: "Thank you Queen for your kindness."

Yang Qixin waved her hand to let Tiejia and Fenna take people away. Continue to sit on the throne and close your eyes, digesting the power of ice and snow swallowed up in your body.

Gluttony is devouring and growing in Furui's hands, but it becomes absorption and digestion in Yang Qixin's hands.

It must be said that everyone's understanding of the seven deadly sins is different. Controlling the abyss and revising the seven deadly sins with one's own thoughts may be something that every demon king will do in the future.

"His Majesty."

A foreigner with a book in hand and a head that is a circle bigger than others came over: "This is the specific statistics of this battle, please take a look."

"Let's put it there." Yang Qixin, who was a little tired now, just glanced at it and waved her hands to let the secretaries get out. Then call the maid to take a bath and change clothes. Then got into Li Le's room.

Xiaoyu massaged her abdomen and swallowed Yang Qixin's body.

If only I could have such a great body.

Li Le didn't care about the spring light that Yang Qixin deliberately showed: "You won this time, but the erosion of the abyss is even more serious."

"Don't be afraid. It's fine. At least I still have a way to transfer the two sins from my body." The queen suddenly hugged Xiaoyu and kissed: "It depends on when Beth can finish it."

"I have already designed the blueprint. Only the materials are needed." Captain Beth took out a piece of paper: "Give it to you within seven days."

On the blueprint is a floating mechanical throne.

"It feels like the style of the demons is getting weirder and weirder." Lin Yin touched her chin and pondered, as if thinking of the giant beast legions wearing iron armor and carrying flamethrowers today.

"It's normal to use guns. Whoever stipulates that demons have to use fists and magic. Times are progressing." Li Le curled his lips and stretched his arms around Sun Ling, who was wearing a bathrobe just after taking a shower, and got a blank eye.

According to Yang Qixin's vision, the future giant beast legion will not only carry flamethrowers, but also various heavy mortars, heavy machine guns, light cannons, electromagnetic guns and the like.

In the mountains and snowfields, such behemoths may be better than tanks. And the maintenance cost is relatively low.

"Furui has been raising it for so many years, most of the monsters who want to use it as a trump card are cheap for you." Bass curled his lips, feeling a little funny.

Yang Qixin smiled and leaned into Li Le's arms: "Yeah, it's cheaper for me."

However, that has to be next spring. Can't survive the cold wave of the past few months, no matter what.

It's actually quite unexpected that the giant would take the initiative to retreat. This may mean that the Yeti has become timid, or it may be that the Yeti has learned to use tactics.

The leader and commander of the snow monsters can only be the corpse of God.

And if the corpses of the gods meet each other, there is usually only one ending of devouring each other. This also led to the spread of snowfields every year, and a group of **** corpses led the snow monsters to fight each other.

Maybe that's why humans keep winning. Of course, they are not united, just not as serious as God's Corpse.

After all, you want to swallow your allies at any time, and you can't unite at all.

Now, it seems that a corpse of a **** wants to break this rule.

Frost sat on the polar bear's back, looking indifferently at the falling snow who came to meet her after Fenrir.

Two ice-sculpted corpses of gods faced each other on the snowy field.

The group of white elephants stood behind Frost, three were eight and one was nine.

Fenrir seems to have been injured in the brief encounter with Li Lebes, and has been coughing dryly. But no matter what, it is still a ninth level, and the deterrent is quite strong.

The giant dragon was dead, and the white tiger seemed to be absent, but the lineup in front of him was definitely not something that Luo Xue could fight against.

Therefore, Luo Xue chose to bow his head and surrender.

The corpse of the **** will only bow its head to the same kind, which is nothing, anyway, it is equivalent to listening to the brain with the fingers, everyone is part of the corpse. But they will never bow to the existence of non-god corpses.

So when there was a corpse of a **** under the command of Wuming Gray Mist, you can find out what his body is after a little thought.

Perhaps this is the pride of the gods? Just take a sip at them and look like a thief, it is estimated that it is difficult for humans to accept the leadership of this kind of guy.

Because humans, who have dominated nature for hundreds of thousands of years, are equally proud.

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On the 25th of October, the city of Storms was surrounded by snowfields.

This is the front line of the war between the human world and the snowfield, and it is the fire of hope that almost absorbs all the forces in the northern part of the entire reform alliance.

Grand Commander Jupiter received a report from Krause.

I have to say, it was surprising. Perhaps the situation in Eastern Europe will not be as bad as he imagined.

However, the city lord Gresil still looked very melancholy: "Heating repairs, fuel distribution, ammunition production, post-war rewards... There are so many things in the city, how can you still be happy?"

Jupiter patted the city lord on the shoulder: "I believe you can handle it."

Gleister sighed. What kind of city lord is he, he is clearly the logistics administrator of the big head. That is to say, before the end of the world, he was the captain of the continent where Storm City was located, and he was arrested as a strong man...

But what can he do? No matter how much things are done, there is always something to do. After all, Grisel is the city lord in name and the leader of Storm City.

The word leader not only symbolizes power, but also the responsibility that must be assumed.

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