The Elder Gods are the existence of another dimension, when they come to the present world as entities, their soul and body power will become extremely terrifying, generally speaking, the soul strength of flesh and blood creatures is unable to withstand the power of the Elder Gods, just a whisper is enough to make them lose their minds, it is enough to shatter the soul cognition of mortals, and make them become real madmen.

Only the cultists who gave everything to the Elder Gods, the madmen of Twilight's hammer, could barely bear this whisper, but even the craziest madmen did not dare to dig too deep into this whisper, it was a world they should not enter, and even a trace of strange knowledge was enough to completely destroy their last understanding.

Therefore, in the cultists' descriptions of the ancient gods, the indescribable, distorted greatness, and the apocalyptic illusion have become the most commonly used words to describe the ancient gods, not that the cultists don't want to describe their gods more clearly, but that they can't do it!

Even they did not dare to look directly at the depraved majesty of the ancient gods.

But... There is a limit to this kind of distortion and chaotic interference, any creature belonging to the Titan structure has resistance to the power of the ancient gods in its soul, and the more advanced the creature in the system of the Titan structure, the stronger the resistance to this fallen power, and the guardians of the world left by the Titans can go deep into the nightmare of the ancient gods and fight fiercely with them.

There's an easier, but harder, way to do it... Since the power of the ancient gods can directly affect the soul, before contacting them, the strength of your soul will continue to increase, and you can also hold on to the power of the ancient gods for a longer time...

In the center of the swarm, completely suppressed by the power of the ancient god Cthun, Shore shook his head frantically, as if trying to expel the voices and illusions that seeped into his head, but he couldn't, at least on his own, he couldn't.

But just as Shore was about to be occupied by the Old Gods, a black shadow appeared in the swarm, wearing a black trench coat, a half-covered mask, and gray-white hair, he fell to the ground, and glanced back at the struggling Shore, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his pale eyes.

"You look so miserable... The other me..."

This familiar voice made Shore look up with difficulty, and only to see the face of the figure, on that cheek, there was a staggered knife mark, and those eyes were very familiar to him.

"Black... Black Shore! ”

"Shut up!"

Black Shore impatiently swung a kick and kicked on Shore's head, so hard that Shore turned his whole body on the ground for a week, this heavy blow knocked Shore who was already under extreme pressure directly knocked him unconscious, Black Shore picked up a rune stone and stuck it on Shore's forehead, at this moment, another huge and cold soul power escaped from the rune stone, expelling a trace of Cthun's power that had been extended here with the help of brain worms from Shore's body.

This expulsion made the Elder God extremely angry, and between the continuous sparkle of the brainworm's compound eyes, a depraved and brutal force enveloped the hive, which wanted to infiltrate the soul of the strange creature in front of it, but was stopped by another force.

Heshore looked up, he could see the collision of the two forces, it was a battle between the big guys... With the spiritual link between the high-level undead of the Dark Blade, the huge consciousness of the Great Lord also appeared in this hive, of course, the two bigwigs' air fighting method was only a faint collision of the forces of the two sides, whether it was Cthun or Tyrion, they did not exert too much energy here.

The Elder Gods have not completely broken away from the Titan's seal, and the Great Lord is still busy exploring the Dead Realm at this time, and they all have their own very important things to do.

"Look, the bigwigs are fighting..."

Black Shore tilted his head, took a cigar from his pocket, hung it on his lips, lit it, and in the thick smoke, a chill of murderous intent flashed in his pale eyes.

His hands waved outward, two ice-like stabbing swords extending out of his palms, and he looked at the insects around him, and between the two long swords, the X-shaped sword light lit up in the dim sky.

"It's time for us to have some fun, too..."

He took a step forward, and the next moment, more than 30 phantoms with dual knives burst into the swarm, and in the laughter of Black Shore, cold blood flowers lit up wantonly in the swarm, this was the first killer under the command of Tyrion who had been crushed by Shore's escape, and it seemed that he had come out of the shadow of defeat... And became, sharper, more deadly.

Seven minutes later, the trench coat dragged the unconscious Shore out of the hive with a large rift, and behind him, there were footprints covered with green blood, he twisted the cigar on the side of his mouth, and popped it back without looking back, and the burning cigar crossed a perfect arc in the air and smashed down at the entrance of the hive.

And in this instant...

"Boom"

All the bombs that had been planted exploded at the same time, and the violent flames completely destroyed the 15-meter-thick layer of sand above the hive, and between the collapsed rocks pressing downward, most of the bugs were buried deep underground, but many bugs frantically surged in all directions in the roar of the flames, but were soon swallowed by the flames tumbling behind them.

Black Shore bent down and took the fresh, freshly chopped off brain worm head in his hand, and in the midst of the scorching flames, he glanced at the goblin airship in the sky that was fighting the wingworm that had become crazy, and the heavily armed soldiers of the Seventh Legion running around him, he shook his head, kicked Shore at his feet, and snorted:

"Your life can only be mine... But time is a little tight today..."

"So Shore, let's leave our account until Silisus..."

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The goblin city of Gakison, a typical commercial city, the goblins have spent a lot of effort to build a city on the edge of the desert that is very characteristic of their civilization, the houses are very small, scattered in a ring within the walls of the city, in the center of this bustling city, is a king-size iron cage... In the past, every night, there would be an exciting and bloody iron cage fighting match in this iron cage.

It is said that this is a new method of wealth accumulation adopted by the Hot Sand Consortium in Garkisen after seeing the Gulabash Arena in the Valley of Thorns making money day by day.

But now, the fiery iron cage fighting match has long stopped, because the whole of Tanaris has been surrounded by bugs... The low walls of Garkison had been doubled, and various heavy special steel frames had been installed, and the tall airship cabins on either side of the city were no longer the merchants who had traveled from north to south, but instead were armed to the teeth.

There were tall minotaurs, sturdy orcs, and a very large number of humans, and the eastern part of the city was almost entirely used as a barracks, with all kinds of armaments piled up on the sand, and quartermasters walking back and forth, recording the consumption of armaments, and then providing more weapons support for the soldiers as quickly as possible.

It was also the temporary camp of the Seventh Legion, and outside the city, the human soldiers had built three layers of defense, and on the other side of the city, there was a huge crater filled with bullet-damaged insect corpses, and the goblins prevented the laborers from dividing the insect corpses, removing the strongest carapaces and glands filled with various liquids, and sending them into the city as new raw materials, which were then processed into cheap armor, which in turn was sold to the soldiers of the anti-insect front.

Even in the current fierce battle, these goblin laborers have not stopped what they are doing...

In general, between money and life, anyone with a brain will not hesitate to choose life, but for goblins... Both are equally important, and even more important than the former.

"The bugs' formation is out of order!"

The observer of the 7th Legion, who was on the second line of defense, put down his binoculars and shouted to the herald beside him:

"Hurry up and inform the General! It should be the brain worm that has been killed... The bugs are getting messy, tell the General! We are always waiting for orders! ”

Without saying a word, the herald's horse rushed towards Gakison's headquarters to the scream of wingworms whistling through the sky. Wimbane and his officer corps rushed up the walls of Garkison, the general's left hand still bandaged and bloodstained, the result of an elite bug attack during a bug-man night raid two days earlier.

Halver grabbed the binoculars with one hand and looked at the desert in front of Gakison, as early as 2 weeks ago, the bugs surrounded the city from three directions, and almost every day there would be almost crazy suicide attacks by the bugs, although under the escort of hundreds of "grinders", the bugs had not been able to break through all the triple defenses, but in the past two weeks, all the lives in Gakison City were in an environment where they would feel threatened at all times.

There are too many bugs...

Thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, such a concept is unimaginable for the average person, and it is only when you actually stand on the walls of Garkison that you realize the pressure of extreme numbers... This is not quite the same as the feeling of facing the sea of the undead, no matter how you say it, the Darkblade Undead is also a legion with a command and system, and the soldiers all know that in the face of the Darkblade Undead, in the worst case, as long as they throw away the weapon, they can leave a life.

But bugs don't...

When the insect swarm that densely covered the entire desert began to charge collectively, even the most courageous person would be forced to retreat by that cold and bone-chilling violent momentum.

No one wants to lay down their weapons in front of the sea of worms, and bugs don't give mercy to anyone... The only thought standing here is one! Hold on to your weapons and kill all these hellish bugs! Only then will you be able to live...

At this time, in the vision of Halver's telescope, the number of insects was still dizzying, and the layers of insects made people feel like vomiting, but a general like him could clearly see that the posture of the insects that had been violent and ruthless in the past had indeed changed a little.

They seem... It seems less determined... The ruthless and ruthless will that shrouded the sea of insects seemed to be gone, and the insects were still driven by their instinctive desire to destroy, but in the face of the machine-gun fire on the three lines of defense, the insects also slowed down.

Halver put down the binoculars, raised his head, and looked at the top of the city of Knightson, the goblins spent a lot of money to build a whole layer of black iron grid, through which you could see the winged insects flying in the sky, the number was also terrifying, but now at this time, the largest winged insect lords in the sky have disappeared.

"The brain worm is dead."

Halver whispered:

"The instinct of the bugs has returned, and they are looking for the good and avoiding the bad... This is the instinct of all living beings. ”

"What? Checkmate? ”

The goblin merchant who followed Halver, the alchemist Marlin, who became famous for making Neusenferg potions that could disguise himself as undead. Northerferg nervously clutched his hat and looked at Halver, the goblin who looked at the winged insects flying in the sky with some fear, and said:

"I don't see the difference... Bugs are still bugs like that..."

"yes, they're still bugs!"

Halver looked down at the cunning and miserly goblin, and he said in a deep voice:

"But the dragons are leaderless, and they feel scared... This is our chance! I'm going to requisition all the armed airships under your command! Get all the armoured units out, load them with incendiary bombs, and then go to the legions on standby in Hot Sand Harbor and White Salt City, the druids belonging to the Blightcallers, and the Sand Fury trolls willing to work with us... In short, give instructions ..."

"Let's start a counterattack!"

When the goblin, who was still frightened just now, heard this, he immediately threw up his fingers:

"Each spaceship rents 3,000 gold coins, and if it is damaged, you have to pay 60% of the cost!"

"Huh?"

Halver looked down at the goblin with an unhappy face, and the commanders of the other clans glared angrily at the goblin, who sensed the unkind gaze, shrugged his shoulders and took a step back:

"Alright! That's 40%! Couldn't be less! ”