Chapter 872: Victory! The splendor that is recorded in history!

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The sharp sword light mixed with the earth-shattering power swept over the heads of countless monsters, and in an instant, the siege monsters within a radius of hundreds of meters on the right side all stopped moving at this moment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

'Click! ’

Thousands of heads hit the ground at the same time!

Blood gushes like a fountain!

Spike!

A complete spike!

The judgment of the Judgment Angel is immensely fair and does not show favoritism. Whether you are a Tier 1 skeleton soldier or a Rank 14 ancient dragon, under the judgment of the oversized Sword of Judgment, they are all uniformly cut off from their lives.

'Whew! ’

Blood flowed from the smooth Sword of Judgment to the ground, like a lover's tears.

The appearance of the Angel of Punishment seemed to greatly shock these system NPCs without the slightest human emotion, and their eyes revealed a kind of fear, deep fear.

"This 'High Divine General'... The one that the Chinese wing hit during 'Templar Revenge'? Devalen snorted and stood up from his position with a 'poof', his hands trembling slightly. Obviously, the strength of the High God General is much stronger than he imagined!

"Chinatown... No, no, Yan Huangguo, this time it's really won. That's right, what the Chinese wing uses is the 'High Divine General', which ranks fourth among the 'Six Great Divine Generals', with 10 million units... This is almost comparable to an elite combat force of 10,000 people. "It was the brain of the 'Dark Church', second only to Nekav of Devaryn, who spoke heavily, and he nodded heavily.

"The High Divine General... Where the hell did this thing come from? ”

"No... I don't know, what I know is that this time, we really succeeded in founding the country..."

"It's more than murder! It's just brutal!! ”

Except for a few of Zhang Mu's henchmen, or the guild boss who pays attention to Zhang Mu, the members are still full of mist. None of that matters, though. The important thing is that in this defensive battle, the victory rate of Yanhuang Kingdom has been invisibly increased to 80% or even higher.

"Heh, I didn't expect it, the Twelve-Winged Angel was able to advance to the 'one-star general' at the most critical time, depending on the situation, it seems that I don't need to make a move... Cough... Ahem..."A man who looked inconspicuous kept coughing as he spoke, and after a moment, he grinned slightly and disappeared from the walls of the Yanhuang Kingdom, who was also a member of the Yanhuang Kingdom.

"Since the heavens do not kill me, then you must die." Zhang Mu laughed wildly and rushed into the enemy group, this huge punishment angel with two pairs of wings can deal hundreds of thousands of units of damage to the siege army every second.

The strength of the high-level god generals is equivalent to the sum of the strength of the eight-armed generals and the battle puppet diagram multiplied by three!

"Brothers, our victory is decided... Let's do the last defense. ”

After the enemy group killed dozens of people back and forth, Zhang Mu returned to the Yanhuang Kingdom with more than 200,000 units of punishment angels on the city wall, and at this time, the number of Yanhuang Kingdom lords had completely recovered.

…… The ending of the story does not need any explanation.

The biggest defensive battle ever, and the first war to break out on a national war map, finally ended in two hours.

"It was a brilliant victory!"

"We won! Win! ”

"Won !!"

"Won !!"

Cheers rang out in the sky!

At this time, a round of red rose in the east, and the golden light shone on the land that had just undergone a baptism of war.

At the same time as the red saying, there is also a row of bright red fonts in the scroll - "Historical Records - Heroic Calendar 021, the Yanhuang Kingdom was officially established and became the first great country in the Hero Continent and the Enlos Region......

Just when millions of Yan and Huang's sons and daughters were celebrating the success of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Zhang Mu quietly quit the game and came out of the game cabin with a pale face.

It's hard to imagine that a few hours of fighting made him look thinner.

"Huh, finally the founding of the country has succeeded..."Zhang Mu leaned on the edge of the game cabin, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath.

"Brother! What are you doing here? Why don't you get into the game? The fat man and the others found that Zhang Mu was not in the game, and they got out of their respective game cabins.

"I feel like my head... Somewhat... Dizzy..."Zhang Mu scratched his head hard, his legs were weak, and he fell directly on the fat man.

"Eh, eh, eh...... Elder brother... Elder brother? Fast! Ambulance! The fat man panicked.

"Historical Records - At the beginning of May 2014, the first lord of the Yanhuang Kingdom, the twelve-winged angel, collapsed due to excessive fatigue..."

Two days later, on a sunny afternoon -- "Damn, you've got to get a better workout!" At such a young age, how can the body be so weak? Carrying an oversized fruit basket, Mythical Wound walked into the intensive care ward with a big grin, which was the first thing he said when he saw Zhang Mu.

"I'm relying on a wound, why are you here?" Zhang Mu was sitting on the snow-white hospital bed at this time, looking at the mythical injury, after two days of recuperation, Zhang Mu's complexion had regained its original ruddyness, and his body had completely recovered. If Deng Jie hadn't been nervous about her husband, Zhang Mu would have been discharged from the hospital that day.

"Haha! The boss is sick, how dare I not come and take a look! The myth hurt Gaga, walked over, and threw a punch at Zhang Mu's chest, "You kid, don't fight so hard next time!" If the body is broken, what will happen to the millions of brothers in the Yan and Huang Kingdoms? ”

"Don't worry, I'm in good health." Zhang Mu grinned and took a bite of the apple.

"How's your health? People who have been hospitalized are ashamed to say that they are in good health. A familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Big Ben! Amu! Death! Why are you here! Zhang Mu looked at several men outside the door, overjoyed, and jumped up directly from the hospital bed.

These are all brothers who fight side by side in peacetime!

"It's not just us, there's another person you'd love to meet." The deity put down the condolence box, turned around and shouted, "Loew." ”

"Loew?! Germans? Zhang Mu stared at him with wide eyes and said with a mist on his head: "My God, what happened in the two days that I was not online?" ”

At this time, a man about 28 years old walked in with a smile.

The man is about 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned body, a hooked nose, and piercing eyes.

"You're a German?" Zhang Mu's mouth opened wide in surprise.

"Tsubasasa I love you so much, I can't live without you." When Loew said this sentence in half-baked Chinese, Zhang Mu 'poofed' and spewed out the apple pomace in his mouth.

Rumble!

The dozen or so young people in the entire ward all laughed.

"Huh... Hahahaha..."Mythical Wound fell on the opposite hospital bed with his belly in his arms, rolling and slapping the hospital bed, "Ha... Hahaha... Idiot Loew... Idiot German Fooled! Hahaha! ”

"Hahahaha, when I came here, Ah Hurt taught Loew a few words of Chinese and told him that this was used to comfort the patient..." The Buddha-figure forced a smile, and his face turned red.

"Mythical wounds, you kid... Wait for me! Zhang Mu said angrily: "Dare to trick me, see how I clean you up after I am discharged from the hospital!" ”

Instead, Lewsky, with a blank face, said in his heart: "What's going on with these Chinese?" What's so funny about just condolences to the sick? ”

(To be continued)