The whole night passed quickly.

Today is the fifth day.

With a bang.

He fell heavily to the ground, and Zheng Gan now had no strength to stand up.

Too strong.

In the sky, Ares remained majestic.

In sight, the data provided by truth is desperate.

Both power and physical defense have exceeded one million, magical defense and perception have all approached 500,000, and even comprehensive agility has reached an astonishing 300,000.

Zheng Gan's full strength in Taixu Sky was hitting him, which was no different from scraping.

Ares, who tends to attack physically, is even higher than Zheng Gan, the mage dragon.

This is no longer a battle that can be won by skills, experience and wisdom.

As Venus said, relying on the skill of the God of War Decision, Ares can almost be invincible when fighting for a long time.

"cough……"

Zheng Gan spoke.

A large amount of blood gushed out of the mouth.

Can't win...

No.

I have no strength to stand up.

Almost all of the three major lines, hpmp and ap, have bottomed out.

After fighting for three consecutive days, eating so many buffs, he was in the home court like Thirteenth in Bronze Prison.

Ares's power is almost overwhelming, with no blind spots left.

Zheng Gan, who was sealed with two killer moves, had almost no chance of victory.

Being able to hold on for the whole night is the best result Zheng Gan can achieve with all his strength.

This is the power of the demon.

An absolute power that everything can never match.

"After all, it's just something."

Slowly falling from the air, Ares came to Zheng Gan with the attitude of the winner.

On the other side, the Royal City of East Sichuan.

Shuttle through the streets and alleys like a tide.

The house was destroyed in a blink of an eye.

The streets were razed to the ground.

Relying on the narrow space of street fighting, the warriors were unable to use the monsters, and the warriors gained a stronger terrain advantage.

but…

There is no heavy firepower cover, no heavy cavalry to assist in defense.

No matter how great the geographical advantage of pure infantry street combat is, how big can it be?

After the whole night of the battle, the soldiers were exhausted both physically and mentally.

Standing in the stands of the palace, looking at the entire royal city.

All the streets and alleys were trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

Situ Zhou was wearing Nine Dragon Armor, behind him were Jin Ge and Zhao Aotian, who were seriously injured, as well as two hundred royal guards.

In the royal city, there are less than 100,000 soldiers left.

Next to it, in the Golden Jade Palace, hundreds of monsters climbed up to the top of the palace, crazily destroying the Titan cannon.

The extremely charged Titan cannon fired the last shelling at the breaking point of the city wall at the last moment, annihilated hundreds of thousands of monsters.

The four hundred controllers in the control room and the remaining mages inside chose to commit suicide.

He died with these three or four hundred monsters that crawled in.

Accompanied by the storm of fire, the Golden Jade Palace was shattered.

East Sichuan lost its last heavy firepower.

Nothing can stop the monster from invading the royal city.

At this moment, after a night of fierce battle, the total number of annihilations of the monsters was only 65 million.

In the royal city, there are less than 80,000 soldiers who are still struggling to resist.

And more than half of them were seriously injured and were unable to fight again.

"I'm sorry, I'm incompetent..."

Facing the royal city that turned into a sea of ​​fire, Zhao Aotian knelt on the ground with a pounce.

The scarred King of War could only sob powerlessly and burst into tears.

"It's over in East Sichuan..."

Ginger, who had exhausted his magic and ap, sat on the ground.

He pounded the ground powerlessly: "The young people gave their lives to me, but I failed to protect East Sichuan...

I am incompetent...who am I still the master of the country?!!”

Only Situ Zhouzhu stood with his sword and stared at the royal city that is now in a sea of ​​fire.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and said slightly, "Aotian, Jinge, Sichuan East... are dead?"

As soon as these words came out, both of them looked up and looked at the king of the twilight years.

There was no trace of sadness between his eyebrows.

It seems that the current miserable situation has nothing to do with him.

but.

He held the sword and his slightly trembling hands betrayed his heart.

"I know, many people in the people call me the foolish king, just because I am indecisive and not decisive enough.

This king also admits that the name of the foolish king is in line with me.

The vigorous development of eastern Sichuan is not due to my contribution, but the result of the joint efforts of 80 million people in this country.

It was the birth and death of countless young people that made East Sichuan the second most powerful country in the world today.

I feel guilty about the throne.

But what did Zhulong Emperor say? Have you forgotten?

Open your eyes and look at this royal city. I will ask you again, is Dongdong really dead?"

Situ Zhou's words were like a clear spring, injecting into the dry hearts of Zhao Aotian and Jin Ge.

Looking around.

Under that sea of ​​fire, the royal city is still the royal city.

The soldiers are still fighting.

Even though they knew that there was only one way to die, these young people were still moving towards a dead end.

They are not fighting to survive.

Instead, they are fighting for this royal city and for mankind.

[In my eyes, human beings are weak. Weak and incompetent, and will die when touched. But they all have their own dreams and work tirelessly for this. Even if they are carrying mud, they are moving forward. This is the great place for you, the weak human beings.]

Zhulong Emperor's words that night have become so clear now.

Ah, yes, this is the great place for mankind.

This is exactly what grandpa said, why humans can gain a foothold in this world where monsters are rampant!

“…still alive!”

In Jinge's astonished gaze, Zhao Aotian stood up tremblingly with only half of the holy sword.

Even if he just stood up, he had to do his best. Zhao Aotian still roared with the power of his soul with the power of his soul with the fire of fighting spirit ignited in his chest:

"Taiwandong is still alive! As long as the soldiers have not given up, the Tiwandong will always be alive!!!"

"Good saying it!!"

Draw the sword with the guards behind him.
To be continued...