Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

In the daily guard formation, everyone had solemn expressions on their faces and clenched long knives in their hands.

In front of him, the tall and straight figure stood still.

Under the pressure of the demon cloud, Zhao Yang, who had condensed the strength of the whole army, seemed to be pressed on top of his head by a huge mountain.

Every time he raised his hand, every breath, he tried his best.

Behind him, no one saw the distorted expression on his face at this moment.

"boom--"

Cooperating with the monster army rushing over, the monster cloud hung down again.This time, it was three feet above the head of Daily Guard.

The column of smoke that was originally soaring into the sky was squeezed into blood red, black in the red, like sticky, flowing blood!
Zhao Yang's muscles and bones creaked ear-piercingly, and the spear was in his hand, but he couldn't lift it up.

Get caught without a fight, just accept your fate?
The grinding pain in his bones and the bursting squeeze in his viscera made him extremely awake.

He won't die, he still has cards.

He can get out of trouble just by escaping to the game world.

But among the tens of thousands of soldiers behind him, none of them survived.

Even the soul will be crushed and turned into pieces in an instant.

Raising his head, Zhao Yang looked up to the sky and shouted loudly: "Are you willing?"

Are you willing?
Are you willing to be a dry bone under your feet?

I am willing to just let it go, and come to this world for nothing!

Behind him, an extremely suppressed aura began to pervade, but it was suppressed by the demon clouds in the sky, and it couldn't expand no matter what, it could only continue to squeeze and gather.

"Bam—"

A ball of water hit Zhao Yang's chest, knocking him into the air.

The high-grade magic weapon-level battle armor was shattered into pieces, exposing his bloody chest that was hit.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Zhao Yang stood up with support.

It was difficult for him to stand.

But he knew that it was even more difficult for the Sun Chasing Guard army, who was suppressed by the demon cloud behind him, to straighten their backs.

They are all low-level practitioners who have just stepped into the realm of qi refining. They don't have their own high-grade magic weapons, they don't have their own foundation building skills, and they don't have golden fingers that can change their fate.

what do they have?
Zhao Yang straightened his body and slowly raised his right hand.

"What do we have—"

"Have armor!"

"There is a knife!"

"Have armor!"

"There is a knife!"

……

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Every time Wanjun drank behind him, there was a roar like a heartbeat.

The roar became louder and louder, and every time there was a roar, the demon cloud that suppressed the Sun Chaser Guard's head lifted a bit.

"boom--"

A tyrannical aura exploded, and the evil aura, which was darker than the demon cloud above his head, condensed and entwined, with a dark red luster, manifesting into a black iron giant with a height of one hundred feet.

"Roar--"

The giant seemed extremely dissatisfied with the demon cloud in the sky. He opened his mouth and roared, and the demon cloud shattered in response.

The giant was still not happy, so he lowered his head again, and slammed his fists hard on the waves.

"Bam—"

The waves turned into a sky-high water curtain, which lifted up the surrounding monster army and threw them into the sky.

"The military formation transforms into form, and the battle spirit looks like it!"

In the demon cloud, several golden-armored monsters gritted their teeth and looked at the looting giant, their eyes full of horror.

"Do you still remember the battle that blood stained the five hundred miles of the river?" the golden armored demon standing in front muttered to himself.

"It is said that in the last battle, the Qilin Guard manifested the divine beast Qilin. Under the siege of tens of millions of my Shui tribe, the whole army was exhausted after three days and three nights of fighting alone. In that battle, my Shui tribe suffered 300 million casualties."

A golden-armored monster showed nostalgia on his face, and when he talked about the tragedy of that battle, his whole body was shocked.

"Could it be that the human race is going to produce another Liu Qilin..."

"Kill! Today is an army of millions, and we must kill Zhao Yang and the soldiers behind him!" The golden-armored demon clan in front roared wildly, and waved the banner fiercely in their hands.

"Human race, there must never be another Liu Qilin!"

"boom--"

On the Yaozu lore list, the name of Zhao Yang, who was originally in the top [-], instantly entered the top ten, ranking eighth.

"At all costs, kill Zhao Yang!"

The monster cloud and the monster clan army turned into an endless black wave, rushing towards the giant above Sun Chaser Guard.

"kill--"

Zhao Yang let out a roar, and the army behind him raised his arms and slashed down with his long saber.

"Om-"

The light of the knife turned into a long blade, which was grabbed by the giant and swung with all its strength.

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

The sharp blade is hundreds of feet long, and every blow will cut countless monsters into pieces.

But this time, the Yaozu seemed to be determined, and the blade was chopped into pieces, and more Yaozu would make up for it.

Originally, he was pressed down by a thousand-foot demon cloud, vowing to crush this giant.

Every time the light from the sharp blade flashed, countless shattered souls were collected by Zhao Yang, and then thrown into the Shura battlefield world.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour.

An hour later, the giant was dimmed, leaving only a phantom.

In the army formation under the giant, everyone's face was pale, with blood overflowing from their mouths and noses.

"Kill it!"

"Kill it!"

The roar in the demon cloud has never stopped.

"boom!"

Pressing straight down from the hundreds of feet of the sky, monster clouds poured down like the sky!

After trying to resist for a while, the giant disappeared with a "boom".

In the army formation under the giant, all the soldiers were lying limp, and could only watch helplessly as the surrounding monsters rushed up and stretched out their minions...

"Om-"

With a thunderous sword chant, a sword shadow across the sky smashed the monster cloud with just one lift.

"call--"

In the sky, the gray-black heroic flag fluttered and turned into a black light, protecting Zhao Yang and the soldiers behind him in the middle, making it airtight.

"I, Yao Guangcheng, are not dead, so don't you monster race be rampant!"

A giant shadow of more than three feet stood in front of Zhao Yang holding a big sword.

"Fainted body..." Above the monster cloud, those golden-armored monsters looked at the giant in disbelief, and didn't dare to move forward for a while.

"what--"

Yao Guangcheng didn't give them time to think. He waved the big sword in his hand. The sword light, which was nearly a hundred feet long, shattered the monster clouds in front of him and intercepted the river, making it impossible for those monster clans who were in the waves to stand.

"kill--"

On the embankment, groups of repaired soldiers came in line and killed all the dizzy monsters.

Just like the Yaozu above the Yaoyun before, there is no need to do it directly, as long as the opponent is powerless to resist.

At this time, Yao Guangcheng suppressed the opponent's monster cloud with one sword, and then exerted great pressure on those monster army formations, making them unable to resist.

"Yao Guangcheng, we will not die today!"

The golden-armored demon clan above the demon cloud roared wildly, and flew down, rushing towards Yao Guangcheng.

"Then don't die forever—" The three-foot-tall Faxiang sounded like thunder, and rushed towards the golden-armored monsters.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

On the embankment, the sound of war drums sounded.

"Zhenhaiwei, the First Battalion of the New Army, and the Qinglangwei come to report—"

"Zhenhaiwei, the first battalion of the New Army, Xuanfengwei is here to report—"

"Zhenhaiwei, the first battalion of the New Army..."

……

Teams of soldiers covered the embankment like tides.

"Ugh-"

"Ugh-"

Within a day, the monster clan's call to retreat sounded again.

"Hahaha——" Yao Guangcheng leaned on the long sword and looked up to the sky with a long smile.

Above his head, the flag of the heroic spirit fluttered in the wind, as if countless heroic souls were laughing.