"Is it finally over?"

Ye Feng looked down at the still majestic troll castle. With the help of the dragon-speaking beast's eagle eyes, he could clearly see the white light in the castle that had not stopped for a moment. He couldn't explain why, but his originally bright mood suddenly became complicated.

He should have been burying the giant myth with his own hands. He should have been proud and proud, but at this moment, he had a faint confusion, that was the tomorrow that the gods did not know.

The rise of the gods was really too fast. In just one and a half years, it became the number one in China, or even the world's number one guild. It was impossible for those who were ignorant to complain about the nouveau riche temperament of the gods.

He doesn't care whether the gods are kingly temperament or nouveau riche temperament. He cares about how far the gods can go tomorrow.

At first, he did not build the gods into the lofty goals of the First Guild. What he worked hard for was to one day destroy Indra and the myth, in short, just for revenge.

Or perhaps the creation of the gods was initially just a tool for his revenge. He understood that no matter how strong a person is, he would never be able to compete with a super guild.

But slowly, slowly... I can't remember when it started, his body was marked with the marks of the gods, and it is hard to give up again.

These days, I have gained a lot.

The heroic spirit, the sea blue, the heart for you, Fei Ge, Pojun, Huayu, Yanman, Hongyin, the thief, curry...

A real man, a real man, a real brother, a real brother with different personalities but is both a strong and strong man.

There are also Yunmeng, Weiwei, Amian, Momo, Xiaoxi, these beautiful beauty destined to stay with him for the rest of his life and accompany him for the rest of his life.

For others, eternity is just a game and a virtual world, but for him eternity is a fate.

Without eternity, or without the gods, there would be no His present, and they and them whom he cherished must be passers-by who pass by him.

Therefore, he is so eager to carry the emotions and glory of countless people, and he is so eager to inherit the "souls" of the gods until the moment when the eternal world ends.

It is his responsibility, his ambition.

He didn't want to see that one day the gods would go down step by step like the Tianfeng Alliance of the past and the myths of today.

The history of the gods should be a magnificent epic.

Never fade.

"Overlord."

"The Gods."

"Overlord."

"The Gods."

The loud roar of thunder suddenly resounded throughout the fields, and the sound of swords and shields fighting each other was like a desolate war drum, and the sound of thunder was shaking.

The 300,000 warriors, but they had already had the unparalleled momentum of wind, tiger, cloud, and dragon.

Ye Feng couldn't help laughing, and his face was filled with smiles after Shura's illusion.

As he slowly raised his right arm, the armor of soldiers behind him shook with a loud bang. At the front of the military formation, shield armor was connected, and like a forest spear, neatly emerged from the gap of the shield wall.

"attack."

The arms were swung heavily.

Suddenly, 300,000 tiger soldiers were galloping like tigers, the whole earth was trembling, and the strong wind rose from the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky, rolling like a smoke dragon...

The final battle of the myth of the destruction of the Gods' realm kicked off with the sound of war horns that were like rolling thunder.

...

Ye Feng did not take action. He just stepped on the golden-winged roc, looking down at the troll castle that was stained with blood in an instant.

To this day, looking at the world, he is invincible. Why should he be greedy for a moment and ignore the thriving fighting spirit of the 300,000 gods?

If he takes action, how long can the fortress gate, which seems to be cast in steel and cast iron, be able to survive the destruction of the gods at dusk? If he doesn't take action, he wants to let the whole world see, not only him, but also not only the 80,000 Dahongpao. All the armies of the gods can be called sharp, and the world's sharpest.

The gods are invincible in the world.

As the weather gradually tilted westward, the moat that was originally like a green belt around the city had long turned into a scarlet blood river. A piece of originally thick and majestic city wall had long turned into a broken wall under the continuous offensive of the 300,000 gods.

In just two hours, the defense line of the outer city south of the Troll Fort was completely lost. The iron stream of 300,000 troops gathered into the Troll Fort was destroyed and flooded into the Troll Fort, and it was obvious that it could form an offensive against the inner city with higher defense capabilities.

However, no matter how high the defense is, the army of the gods will be destroyed and invincible.

Ye Feng stood in the air with his sword pressed his sword, urging the golden-winged roc to fly across the outer battlefield, and slowly flew towards the inner city of the Troll Castle.

He thought the battle would be particularly tragic street battles, which ended quickly at an unexpected speed. With all the connections, the streets leading to the inner city of Troll Castle were quickly cleaned up and occupied by the army of gods. The firepower points hidden on the eaves of the roof were wiped out under the precise strike of the Gods' Goblin cannon.

Vulnerable.

This is by no means the true strength of the myth. Ye Feng has no doubt that even if such a big myth has reached the end of a mess and falling apart, there will still be thousands of loyal fans who will succeed you at this decisive moment.

What is a loyal fan? It is an existence that does not care about right and wrong, does not matter whether it is good or evil, does not abandon life or death. Just the word "myth" can make them fight to the end.

However, no matter how loyal you are, you will never be affected by rumors spreading the entire Mythical Guild. Besides, loyalty and courage cannot make up for the gap in strength. After all, in terms of momentum, the gods are definitely the best in the world.

In short, Myth is loyal to the tiger and wolf army who are determined to destroy myths with his own hands, and has no chance to show his true strength, nor has any advantage of taking action.

Because the myth has rotted from its roots.

If you still want to rebuild your former glory, you can only demolish and rebuild it.

However, Ye Feng obviously would not give Myth a chance to make a comeback.

In his established plan, after this battle, the mythical players who have collapsed will be bloodyly chased by the gods and will never stop.

He not only wants to uproot the myth, but also completely erase the once glorious name of myth.

...

Just as the troll castle lanes and barricades were completely lost and the army of gods officially completed the encirclement of the inner city, a high-pitched and angry roar suddenly rose from the middle area of ​​the inner city like thunder rising straight into the sky.

"Don't give up?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly, shared the dragon's words and the beast's eagle eyes, and looked in the sound.

The city lord's mansion in the center of the castle, which adheres to the myth of myth, is always short of money and rich architectural style, is covered with a shadow of brilliant gold. It is the shadow cast by the huge wings of the eighth-level demon dragon.

Immediately, with a sound of beast roars, as many as fourteen flying mounts rose up around the demon dragon, most of which were level five and six, and the knights on the air riding were all elite private armed Dragon God Guards affiliated with Mingyue of Qin Shishi.

The number is quite intimidating. Ye Feng has only one person and one rider, but the number gap is far from the level of qualitative change caused by quantitative change. If there is no support from the eighth-level demon dragon, Ye Feng will face these fourteen empty riders, relying solely on the might of the golden-winged roc, Ye Feng will have enough confidence to slaughter them.

However, even if there is an eighth-level demon dragon, even if Emperor Shitian comes again and fights with Qin Shimingyue, Ye Feng will not be afraid of it.

"President, this posture is about to fight to the death. Do you want me to go over?"

The call from Huayu Mantian came over. He was the hunting god and one of the commanders of the five main battle legions of the gods. Huayu Mantian had his own air cavalry. The battle in the air, and the ground troops were not very effective. Seeing that the Qin Shiming Yue was making a big fuss, he naturally wanted to come over to help the fist.

"No need." Ye Feng replied, "I can deal with it. You go to Yanyu Mian City and miss the opportunity to kill him by hand. It will be difficult to find him next time."

"Then be careful."

The sky rain agreed, closed the call, and ordered the troops to speed up the progress.

Just because of the traitor Yanyu Micheng, Tingyulou, a super guild that was once among the top ten guilds in China, fell apart. The depth of hatred is almost irreconcilable in the game world. The mood of Wanhuayu Micheng with his own hands is naturally not ordinary.

Ye Feng's eyes returned to the front, pressed the hand of Ragnarok at dusk and couldn't help but tighten it, urging the golden-winged roc to spread a golden wave in the air, and rushed towards the shadow covering the city lord's mansion.

"Tuoba Xie..."

The hideous demon dragon suddenly stopped, and fourteen empty cavalry slings were floating on the left and right, looking straight at Ye Feng a hundred feet away. Qin Shimingyue's scarlet pupils seemed to be burning. He had imagined countless times that he once regarded as a toy, but now he was the overlord of a side. The scene where no one could step on his feet and crushed them hard. But when he saw him again, he realized that except for calling this name, he could no longer make any difference.

So what if he takes advantage of his mouth, his terrible face is just an exposure to his harsh and weak appearance, and his strength on the outside but doing it.

Because he is the loser, a complete loser.

Ye Feng smiled faintly and said lightly: "I don't like chatting with scumbags, but I still want to tell you that the grudge between you and me will not end because of this war. Qin Han... You still owe me a life."

Qin Shimingyue suddenly felt chill in her heart. He could feel the hairs on his back suddenly appearing, fearing and trembling.

"Dragon God, he is here."

The subordinate's nervous reminder made Qin Shimingyue suddenly come back to her senses, and she suddenly saw a strong wind blowing from the sky and earth, whistling with the golden wave.

Qin Shi Mingyue was Qin Shi Mingyue. The battle was about to begin. He immediately calmed himself down. He held his sword and pointed his finger. The evil dragon under his feet was whistling black mist and roaring towards the sky. Ancient and strange carvings on the god-level black magic sword suddenly lit up.

"kill."

Qin Shimingyue roared low, and the formation of fifteen air cavalry, including the demon dragon, immediately changed, from defense to attack, extremely skillful, obviously after countless drills.

Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a move of his right hand, the Gods, who had already been ready to go, jumped into his palm. The sword-body runes spiraled around the sword, and the red blood qi burst out. His right hand wrapped in chaotic hand armor, covered with spikes, spread out in the air, and he shouted coldly.

"Overlord Realm."

The sky and the earth were lost, and a sudden thunder sounded. With the golden-winged roc as the center, the huge space was torn apart, and blood was swept down from the cracks in the space.

At that moment, Ye Feng's aura was as powerful as a demon coming to the world, suppressing the world.

"Overlord, invincible."

"Overlord, invincible."

The army of gods who were attacking on the ground shouted in excitement, and the roar rang through the sky, overwhelming the roars made by the huge air cavalry.

In just two or three seconds, the blood in the broken space gathered into a sea, and the strange scene seemed to be a terrifying sea of ​​blood roaring across the world.

"The power of the domain."

The bright moon in Qin Shi's face was ashes in an instant, and the courage and confidence that he had finally been encouraging to kill Ye Feng immediately collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

He didn't understand, no matter how powerful a player's strength was, how could he release such a terrifying domain and such a terrifying pressure.
To be continued...