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The knights like locusts began to retreat, but the Apocalypse Army stuck behind the Knights Army, and the steel crossbows still roared forward. The third team showed no mercy, following on horseback, like greedy wolves driving away sheep, charging from time to time. Tearing a few departing lambs in the past.

With the Legion of Apocalypse expelling them from the flanks, Rios's knights became even more chaotic. All the knights gathered towards the center, their horses' hooves stumbling against each other, and there were not a few people with their backs on their backs. As long as they fell, only the rear was waiting for them. Trampled by horse hooves.

The flesh and blood were blurred, and there was some flesh and blood on the four hooves of each war horse.

Gus rode a gryphon and followed him above. The witchcraft power in his body was no longer enough to perform intermediate witchcraft. His injuries had not healed yet. Today's battle had consumed a lot of strength. Fatigue slowly climbed up his body. After thinking about it, when After chasing two thousand meters, it stopped.

When the gryphons stopped, the third team stopped chasing. They formed a formation and stood there watching the locust swarm getting smaller and smaller until they completely disappeared into the night. In the end, the sound of horse hooves was all blocked by the night. The team turned around and returned to the army.

The Apocalypse Legion paid 120 lives in this battle, but left nearly 2,000 cavalrymen behind, and also captured a huge number of war horses.

If the war horses are distributed, there will be enough for two people to ride one. This will undoubtedly greatly reduce the time spent on the road. This is a huge supplement to the combat power of the Apocalypse Legion.

Yokesley took off his helmet and ran his hair through the hair that was stained with blood. He swept the whole place like a lion's gaze. He was silent for a long time before saying: "Target the battlefield and bury the brothers. After dawn, Let's go." The voice was very soft and calm, but it also contained too much emotion. These people were all trained by him. When he personally sent them off, the sadness in his heart was like a river, filling his whole body instantly.

Yokesley didn't speak anymore. He knew that this was the only way for the Legion to rise again. This road was accompanied by the blood of the enemy and himself. Every step Apocalypse took, there were piles of bones underneath. Yokesley stood at one place. On the high hill, he slowly sat down, put his helmet beside him, and watched everything quietly.

The five teams moved and counted their respective members.

Gus jumped off the griffon and walked to Yokesley. Yokesley silently moved his buttocks to make some room. Gus sat down directly, rubbed his aching head, and tossed on the back of the griffon. For such a long time, he felt dizzy, and the loss of witchcraft made Gus feel even more tired. What's more, the faint labor pain in his body had already involved old injuries, so Gus had to pay attention to it, so he didn't pursue it again.

Gus yawned deeply and looked at the group of companions below who were still busy.

"In the past, they were all orphans or gangsters on the street. The Massa Empire did not allow us to recruit soldiers normally, so I pulled them one by one from the street. At that time, I promised them that they would no longer be hungry. They came without hesitation for this benefit. They are a group of men, and I feel sorry for them. I remember that when I took over the army, there were only more than thirty people in the military camp. It was them who gave me renewed confidence. Otherwise, the Apocalypse Army would be in trouble. It was destroyed ten years ago.”

"You didn't feel sorry for them. They were never hungry in the end."

"But today, today... they haven't had dinner yet."

Gus nodded slightly and didn't reply, and Yokesley didn't say anything again. The tough man was a little helpless and could only hide himself in the darkness, looking for some solace.

Soon, a total of one hundred and twenty corpses were neatly arranged together. Everyone took off their helmets silently. Yokesley looked at it blankly. Gus felt sad in his heart. No matter how glorious the Apocalypse Legion was in the past, it has been really hard these years. Tragically, the oppression of the empire forced the Apocalypse Legion to be stationed in this place, just like a domesticated monster. Yokesley had to endure so much pressure from the five empires and put in so much effort to preserve this legion. .

The bloody spirit of the Apocalypse Legion has not disintegrated in these years. These people may not understand the history of the Apocalypse Legion or what it represents, but their hearts are reunited by Yorksley, like a sharp sword, which can easily tear them apart. A sharp sword that splits the enemy.

The reason for their unity may no longer be the poor totem, nor the hidden past, but their feelings for this legion, this man who gave everything for the Apocalypse Legion.

Now he is the military flag, he is the past, he is the master of this legion, and he represents glory. The loyalty of a thousand guards may no longer be the Apocalypse Legion, but become Yorksley, but what is the difference? ? Yokesley still remembers everything. The Apocalypse Legion is still there in his heart. The history of the legion has not been erased. No one can erase the traces of this legion.

Gus believes that the Apocalypse Army will return one day. Today, the Apocalypse Army has shown that its inheritance is unbroken. On this day, the Apocalypse Legion will surely spread throughout the Massa Empire.

The apocalypse has not withered yet, its soul is still there.

Gus stood up with a witch's staff. On the high hill, it was not noticeable, but the sound that rang out exploded the sky.

"Our Apocalypse Legion doesn't have much wealth, but the legion leader promised that he won't let everyone go hungry, so he definitely won't let anyone go hungry, Bieber, light the fire."

"Yes!"

Bieber pulled Bei Linya and shouted loudly at Gus. Without any rebuttal, he got busy.

"Take off their armors and hang them all in front of their tombs. We will not forget them here, and Apocalypse will not forget them. They are proof that Apocalypse has emerged from the shadows. They have announced to the mainland that the Apocalypse Army has returned."

Gus's voice was very soft, and the pain from the slight tear in his body made him unable to use his strength, but his voice never broke.

One hundred and twenty mounds of earth grew behind the high hill. A long sword was pierced in front of the tomb, like a tombstone. The armor that was still shining coldly was placed solemnly under the sword. Yokesley's eyes were reddish, and his long hair covered his face. He looked at it for a long time. , knelt down heavily.

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The fire was lit again, and the war horse played its final role. The horse meat produced a lot of tar in the cracking fire. Bieber took out the last belongings in the package, and countless spices were cooked by Bieber over and over again. Brush it up.

The alluring aroma of meat mixed with the smell of blood in the air, which was disgusting but aroused the taste buds. The remaining soldiers silently gathered around the fire and finally got used to this strange smell.

"Ow..."

Deaton was lying on a rock, slightly away from the army. Gus sat aside and looked at Deaton pitifully. This was the first time he had vomited.

With tears in his eyes, Deaton couldn't straighten up at all. The stomach in his body seemed to be no longer his, churning violently. When he vomited out the last mouthful of acidic water, he lay down heavily and put the wild fruit Gus found to his nose. Beside, greedily breathing the faint fragrance.