Sea of Skeletons in the Paradise of Gods

On the vast plain outside Marais City, magic soldiers stood on one side of the plain, and there were also a large number of ferocious magic mechas among them.

At this moment, the magic soldier pointed his magic gun at the Marais soldiers in the distance with a solemn expression, and the magic mecha also revealed its heavy guns.

The direct soldiers affiliated with the Marais Empire Council in the distance all showed fear on their faces. The opponent was the Magic Corps. It was frightening to see the weapons that were different from their style.

Just when neither side made any move, a slender figure walked out of the group of parliamentary soldiers. It was Wang Xiaolin who was not dealing with Xi'er.

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

Halfway through the words, several jet-black sword blades suddenly shot out from the ground, stabbing Wang Xiaolin into a hornet's nest.

In Wang Xiaolin's disbelieving eyes, the pitch-black sword blade instantly expanded and tore her body into bloody water.

The sword blade then expanded into black mud and rushed towards the surrounding parliament soldiers. Soldiers who came into contact with 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 parliament soldiers. The magic mecha opened its heavy artillery fire, and magic beams penetrated the battlefield, killing the parliament soldiers to pieces.

The parliamentary soldiers looked at the gunfire in front of them and screamed in despair.

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

An hour later, the tens of thousands of parliamentary troops fell miserably under magical artillery fire. The gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides was too great, both in terms of quantity and quality.

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

Xi'er in the army felt very uncomfortable. Her mission of hiding had already ended before it even began.

"The leader should be able to 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 congressmen at the round table were lying in a pool of blood, with giant steel puppets three meters high standing next to them.

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

Wang Xiaolin placed her feet frivolously on the round table, which symbolized supreme power, and looked at the army of magicians on the tablet in boredom.

At this moment, the magic army in the picture continued to march, and its target was Marais City.

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

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

"The training methods of the Magic Legion are sparse and ordinary. They are easy to form and suitable for Marais, so I took them 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 in the main streets of Marais City suddenly cracked open, and a large number of steel puppets poured out in groups.

Pedestrians around him fell to the ground because they were frightened. However, when they found that the steel puppet did not harm them, they breathed a sigh of relief. What followed was confusion as to what these things were.

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

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

At this moment, this small island nation is devastated, and the giant cemetery is filled with stinking corpses.

The half-dragons who have been eroded by dragon blood will not regard the humans of the small island country as the same kind. In other words, even the people of Eldia cannot sincerely regard them as the same kind, let alone the humans here.

They have no good feelings at all about 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, as well as the subsequent massacre and destruction.

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 my former companions were buried shook violently, and a large number of skeleton monsters poured out of it.

Compared with the half-dragon army's attack, which was to replenish troops and rest, the skeleton army's goal was more direct, which was to destroy the country and collect resources.

In the empty cemetery, Katherine and a group of vampires continued to arrange the soul summoning ceremony, waiting for the next harvest of the skeleton soldiers.

In the low cries of a flock of ravens as they recede, the humans of the small island nation were forever overwhelmed by the skeleton soldiers.