Sea of ​​Skeletons in the Paradise of the Lord God

Chapter 300
On the vast plain outside the city of Marais, one side of the plain was filled with magical soldiers, and there were also a large number of ferocious magical mechas.

At this moment, the magic guide soldier looked solemn and pointed the magic guide gun in his hand at the Marley soldier in the distance, and the magic guide mecha also showed its heavy guns.

In the distance, the direct soldiers belonging to the Marais Imperial Council all showed fear on their faces. The other party was the Magical Corps. Looking at the weapons with a different style from theirs made people feel terrified.

Just when neither side moved, a slender figure stepped out from the crowd of parliamentary soldiers. It was the Wang Xiaolin who was at odds with Xier.

"Magic soldiers, your regiment commander has betrayed..."

In the middle of speaking, several pitch-black sword blades burst out from the ground, directly stabbing Wang Xiaolin into a hornet's nest.

In Wang Xiaolin's unbelievable eyes, the pitch-black blade instantly expanded, tearing her body into blood.

The blade then swelled into black mud and rushed towards the surrounding council soldiers. Soldiers who touched the black mud would be assimilated into blood in an instant.

At the same moment, the magic soldiers in the distance pressed the trigger and launched a fierce attack on the council soldiers. The magic mecha opened up with heavy artillery fire, and magic beams penetrated the battlefield one after another, blasting the council soldiers to pieces.

Seeing the hail of bullets in front of them, the parliamentary soldiers roared in despair.

"For the sake of the empire behind, we must hold back the rebels!"

An hour later, the tens of thousands of parliamentary troops ended miserably under the magic gunfire. The difference in combat effectiveness between the two sides was too great, no matter in terms of quantity or quality.

After ending this sudden war, the magic guide army did not continue to march towards the city of Marais, but stayed where it was.

Xi'er in the army was very uncomfortable. The mission of hiding had ended before it even started.

"It should be the leader who can see the life and death of the members, so what should we do next." Xi'er clenched her fists and murmured thoughtfully.

In the cabinet hall of the parliament, the old imperial councilors on the round table were lying in a pool of blood, and beside them stood huge three-meter-high steel puppets.

The chief position is not the indifferent leader Ruoran, but Wang Xiaolin who was beheaded on the battlefield before.

Wang Xiaolin frivolously put her feet on the round table symbolizing the supreme power, and looked at the army of magic guides on the tablet with boredom.

And at this moment, the army of wizards in the screen continued to march, and the target was the city of Marais.

Immediately, Wang Xiaolin changed her previous boredom, put away the tablet in her hand, and jumped up from the seat.

"It's really funny. The enemy won't think that a magic army can defeat me."

"The training method of the Magic Guidance Legion is sparse and ordinary, but it is easy to form and suitable for Marais, so I took it out."

"Then I will finish my direct legion, which will be my first battle in this team."

After she finished speaking excitedly, the steel puppet next to her immediately grabbed her clothes, put them behind her back, and walked outside.

The ground of the major streets in Marais City suddenly cracked, and a large number of steel puppets poured out in groups.

The pedestrians around fell to the ground because they were frightened, but they were also relieved when they found that the steel puppet did not hurt them, and then they wondered what these things were.

The giant clock tower near the parliament exploded, and a large fighter jet full of steampunk style flew out of it.

At the same time, a large group of ravens flew into the huge cemetery left by the half-dragon people in the small island country after the half-dragon people ravaged.

At this moment, this small island country is devastated, and the huge cemetery is full of stinking corpses.

The half-dragon people who have been eroded by dragon blood will not regard the humans of the small island country as the same kind, or even the people of Aldia can no longer regard them as the same kind from the bottom of their hearts, let alone the humans here.

They have no sympathy for the disasters on the other side of the sea, only endless disgust, so the ending of the small island country can be imagined.

Those who survived by chance will never forget the scene of half-dragons covering the sky that day, and the massacre and destruction that followed.

It may take them a long time to come out of the shadows, but they don't have that chance.

I saw that the cemetery where the former companion was buried had a violent shock, and a large number of skeleton monsters gushed out of it.

Compared with the attack of the half-dragon army, which was for replenishment and rest, the goal of the skeleton army was more direct, which was to destroy the country and collect resources.

In the empty cemetery, Catherine led a group of vampires to continue the ritual of evocation, waiting for the next harvest of the skeleton soldiers.

In the low chirping of a group of ravens gradually going away, the human beings in the small island country were drowned forever by the skeleton soldiers.

(End of this chapter)