Fracher, the battlefield of blood.

The wind blew across the wilderness, and the **** smell of the battle hundreds of years ago still seemed to be smelt.

This is Fracher, a battlefield that is unforgettable for countless people.

Countless believers in the temple stood neatly there, in front were the Templar knights holding sharp spears, and in the back were the priests holding the staff, ready to chant spells at any time.

The temple mobilized all the power.

Those elite Templar knights, great saints, and even all the great elders appeared.

All in one go!

This is a decisive battle between the temple and the evil creatures, and it will inevitably be the last battle.

No matter who wins or loses, there will never be a second battle of Fracher.

Because the blood has drained by then.

On the opposite side of the huge team of the temple, there are hundreds of vampires. But even if the number of them was at least that, the temple still did not dare to take it lightly. Because standing at the forefront of this team of vampires are the powerful Grim Reaper, the powerful Earl Dracula, and the shadow hunter "Li Tong" who recently launched a massacre in the Holy City: Dongdong!

Together, these three people are almost an army.

The Holy Emperor Magellason stared forward. He seemed to think of the first battle of Fracher again. At that time, the temple was almost triumphant, but the Butcher and Death appeared at the same time. With the strength of two people, the battle was turned around and the joint attack of the temple and the angel army was defeated.

What about this time?

Holy Emperor Magellason was sure that that scene would never happen again.

The wind blows through the desolate wilderness again...

Magellason rode the pure white horse slowly to the middle of the battlefield: "Your Lord Grim Reaper, please come out."

With a "huh", the **** of death had already appeared in front of him.

"Honorable Grim Reaper, I'm so glad to see you again." McGrathson said with a smile.

"Have you recovered from your injuries?" Reaper looked at his old opponent up and down: "It seems that your strength has also improved well. So it seems that you have a chance to win this time?"

"Yes, Lord Grim Reaper." McGrasson did not deny at all: "Victory will belong to the righteous side. No force can stop our footsteps. All evil creatures will be completely wiped out. It is us. A lifelong belief."

"Faith?" Reaper smiled: "Is it your belief to eliminate a race? In this world, the existence of every race has their meaning."

"But they are all evil creatures." McGrathson was still smiling: "Evil creatures shouldn't have a reason to live in this world... I think we all hold different views on this point, and no one can convince anyone. Who, is it?"

"Yes." Death nodded.

At this time, a large number of troops began to approach here. Legion after legion. It's so dense that you can't see the head at all.

That is an army of goblins and gnomes!

In the center of each legion, the banner of the temple was flying. One after another giant catapults and giant ballistas appeared on the battlefield. This even includes a large number of ice giant crossbows.

Grim Reaper frowned.

Although goblins and gnomes are not particularly powerful creatures, they are accustomed to relying on the advantages of numbers and the power of these new weapons. When the war begins, it is bound to cause a lot of trouble for itself.

What's even more unexpected is that the goblin tribe and the dwarf tribe actually stood on the side of the temple.

But this is just the beginning.

After a while, countless troops began to appear again.

Tauren, ogres, cave demons...any race you can imagine in this world has appeared here.

And without exception, there is a banner flying in their team: that is the banner belonging to the temple!

Grim Reaper smiled. He smiled sarcastically: "Destroy the evil creatures? Don't these monsters belong to the evil creatures?"

"In the past they belonged." McGrasson was unmoved: "But they have now put aside the sins of the past and joined the holy temple. The temple has forgiven all their crimes."

Grim Reaper was still smiling there.

In order to deal with itself and the vampire family, the temple has really spared no expense, and actually forgives these evil creatures in their eyes.

Too many, there are too many densely packed enemies.

But Death didn't care at all: "Then I think I should open the door of hell."

His voice is not loud, but those who can hear the words don't change their color.

Once the gate of **** is opened, countless souls will emerge from the underworld.

Sky, land. All places will be full of these undead.

It would be a **** massacre.

"I'm waiting for your call." McGrason didn't seem to be very scared.

Reaper stretched out his hand, and a black mist appeared in his palm.

That is the ritual to open the gates of hell.

But the black mist floated on the ground. But no undead appeared.

Grim Reaper frowned and slowed the flow of the black mist.

But the gates of **** still haven't opened...

what happened?

This time Magellason smiled: "You must be very surprised why the gate of **** is not open? I think I can give you the answer. The great archangel Lord Nalco has already contacted God's Brain, and the two sides have reached an agreement. The greater brain of God has closed the gate of hell, so no matter how you summon it, the gate that originally belonged to you cannot be opened."

Grim Reaper's eyes narrowed together.

Is this a fair fight? No, the brain of God actually closed the gate of hell. Those undead had no way to come out to fight. However, there is no fairness in this world.

"It seems that we are the only ones who rely on us?" The **** of death smiled faintly, without seeing what he was worried about: "Then, I think the war can begin."

Magellason nodded: "Good luck."

Both sides retreated to their own teams. The murderous air on the battlefield reappeared.

"There is no army of undead." Death said lightly: "There is only so much power."

Count Dracula smiled: "At least the brain of God has not recovered our power, so that we can still fight."

Dongdong said nothing. It just took off the betrayer's bow behind it.

Reaper took a hand, and the sickle appeared in his hand.

This is the world, except for the blade of destruction, perhaps the most terrifying weapon.

By the way, the horn has sounded sobbing, and countless troops have begun to slowly approach here.

"The angel may appear soon." The **** of death looked towards the sky: "Then let us fight in pain now."

He was the first to fly out.

But Dongdong was the first to attack.

Three black arrows of faith burst out of the sky, accompanied by a violent explosion. The whole ground began to shake.

The flames burned on the battlefield.

Fracher, this place is destined to go down in history.

Hundreds of vampires were all engaged in the battle at the same time.

Count Dracula’s black cloak was flying in the air, rolling up a whirlwind, he rushed to the ground very fast, grabbed a tauren, carried it in the air, and then threw it to the ground. , The tauren didn't even have a chance to scream, he was smashed into meat sauce.

But Count Dracula did not stop at all. Pounced on the ground again, this time it was a cave demon who suffered.

The huge cave demon was caught in the hands of Count Dracula. He didn't feel any effort. He swept a few circles in the air, and then in the panic and desperate eyes of the cave demon, it was like a kite with a broken wire. Was thrown far away.

Compared to Earl Dracula, the way Death kills is much simpler and more violent.

The sickle danced again and again, and each dance could bring up a violent wind mixed with the breath of death. When he retracted the sickle. On the ground are the corpses all over the floor.

He is the **** of death, even if he can't summon the **** from hell. He is still a **** of death.

No one can be presumptuous in front of death.

But even so, the challenges they face are huge.

Especially the Goblin Legion and the Gnomish Legion, directly threatening them.

Those giant catapults and giant giants constantly fired the same huge crossbow arrows. This kind of weapon that only requires simple operation can cause huge damage. And the shooting speed is extremely fast. One branch after another, endless.

One vampire was accidentally pierced by a giant crossbow.

A creature like a vampire was not worried at all, but the vampire suddenly uttered a tragic cry. Then his body quickly became transparent.

"Holy light, these crossbow arrows bless the holy light." Count Dracula yelled fiercely.

That's right, these giant crossbow arrows have long been blessed by the Holy Light, and the Holy Light is just a few ways to kill the vampire.

The vampire that was shot, Count Dracula watched his body completely transparent, and then was completely decomposed.

His anger was completely conceivable, the black cloak opened completely, and he quickly approached the giant crossbows.

But the goblin and dwarf tribes quickly noticed him, more than a dozen giant crossbows quickly turned, and one giant crossbow arrow kept shooting towards Count Dracula.

Even a creature as powerful as Earl Dracula could not help being a little rushed in front of the crossbow bolt. What is particularly hateful is that there are actually a large number of Frost Arrows mixed in the crossbow arrows.

This kind of crossbow arrow, which can greatly reduce the speed of the enemy, is quite a headache. Count Dracula's body even became a little slow.

However, at this moment, six black arrows of faith flew in time and landed accurately in the goblin race.

Six violent explosions sounded, more than a dozen giant crossbows were blown to pieces in an instant, and the bodies of countless goblins had already become torn apart when they fell to the ground.

This gave Count Dracula enough time.

He rushed down like black lightning, and the black cloak instantly turned into a powerful weapon. Wherever it swept through, the corpses of goblins rushed up.

The originally orderly team began to appear in chaos.

Count Dracula did not stay here too much, but rushed to the neighboring dwarf legion very quickly.

The gnomes didn't expect that Earl Dracula had the advantage over the goblins, but he quickly targeted himself.

More than a dozen gnomes were captured by Count Dracula. The "hula la" were constantly being thrown out. Among the countless screams, none of those dwarfs survived.

This is Count Dracula's unique way of killing.

But if it was faster than killing, Earl Dracula fell far behind the death god.

The power of the death sickle burst out is unimaginable.

Black light, red blood, no matter what kind of creature it is, as long as you get close to this sickle, you will face a terrible threat of death. They had no way to stop the death of death.

The figure floating in the sky. Floating like a ghost. When he passed by, all that was left was a patch of resentful spirits.

grim Reaper!

Looking at these people who were killing them, McGrasson's eyes narrowed.

With a light wave of his hand forward, the army of the temple finally moved.

The saints sang in their mouths, and countless lightnings were summoned in the sky. These lightnings condensed together, and finally gathered into a huge lightning, and then slammed toward the death god.

Death's complexion became solemn, it seemed that this lightning made him dare not careless.

The lightning almost occupied the sky in the middle of the sky, falling straight towards the death.

Reaper's sickle swung vigorously. And the lightning collided with each other.

There was a "boom".

Sparks splashed across the battlefield, and the surrounding air seemed to be burning.

When the sparks passed, the holy repairs who had assembled all their powers made the same action at the same time: opened their mouths, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out.

This blow of the **** of death smashed not only the lightning, but also their bodies.

And Death's complexion was also uncomfortable, but the speed of recovery far surpassed the holy monks.

But Death quickly became serious.

Those wounded saints. Some spells kept chanting in his mouth, and then patches of green mist hovered around them. The complexion of these priests quickly became ruddy.

"Evil spirit power." Death sneered: "You actually used the power of evil spirits?"

McGrasson, who has been hiding at the end of the team, smiled and said: "You are so accurate, Lord Grim, this is indeed the power of the city of evil spirits. In these years of retreat practice, I have received a revelation, the use of evil spirits Power can quickly repair the damaged bodies of the saints, and then be able to use the fastest speed to restore combat effectiveness. It can even raise combat effectiveness to a notch. Of course, this kind of combat effectiveness improvement has a long time limit."

"But that will greatly deplete their bodies." Death said coldly: "The power of the evil spirits and the power of the temple are originally completely hostile, and you can indeed increase their combat effectiveness in a short period of time. But you also know the damage to their bodies."

"In order to be able to kill the **** of death. They were prepared for this a long time ago." McGrasson didn't care at all: "Death is not an unacceptable result for the temple. Even with the lives of all the people in the temple. In exchange for the life of the **** of death, I think it's worth it."

"You really value me too much." Reaper smiled.

His laughter was still hanging on his face, but his body was already in the air.

The Templars in the front row protecting the saints did not have any defense at all. They had no idea that Death would suddenly attack them. When they wanted to resist, it was too late.

The black sickle was swung, and the seven Templar knights fell to the ground.

The horse that had lost its owner wailed.

But at this time, the **** of death returned to the place where he had stood before.

"Actually, the temple relies on its own strength, and it is not that it has no chance to defeat me." Death seems to have nothing happened just now: "But you always think of opportunism and use some dark power to greatly improve your own. Ability, but is this really useful?"

"Is it useful?" As soon as the three words fell, the body of Death rose into the sky again.

This time the Templars had made full preparations, and raised all their spears.

However, this time the goal of Reaper was not at all for them. He jumped over the heads of these Templar knights, aiming directly at the holy Xiu.

Without the protection of the Templars, Saint Xiu's melee combat ability is almost zero.

They watched as Death rushed towards them, his figure even faster than lightning.

Even more terrifying, it seemed that it was not the **** of death himself, but the sickle in his hand.

The light of the sickle swept past, and the seven saints fell in a pool of blood.

The speed of the **** of death is too fast, it is simply coming and going without a trace. After harvesting seven lives, he did not lag behind and returned to where he stood before.

McGrathson's lips began to tremble.

He knew that the **** of death was powerful, but he never thought that he was so powerful that his figure was completely like a ghost.

With so many Templars, none of them can stop him even for a moment.

The **** of death still had that indifferent expression: "Instead of making progress in the temple over the years, it has regressed very seriously. Is it the first time that Fracher’s battle has wiped out your vitality? What a shame, what a shame, I I thought I could meet a decent opponent this time. How about you? Holy Emperor, has your strength improved over the years?"

In the presence of so many people, the **** of death is simply humiliating the holy emperor.

McGrasson resisted his anger, and he must remain calm in front of his followers no matter what kind of crisis he encountered: "I think if my strength has improved, you will know when the decisive battle between me and you begins. But before that, you must deal with my Templar knights and priests."

A large number of elite Templar knights and great priests appeared, including the three great elders of the temple.

The **** of death smiled slightly: "Do you really think you can stop me with them?"

He is the **** of death, the **** of death who has never failed like Ade!

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