The New Year's Eve bell has just passed. In the cold wind and the frost season, the great counterattack that took place in Nia finally entered the final period of decisive battle.

On four continents in the southeast, west and northeast, the second batch of the same number of angel troops have been put into use. The troops who have just become slow have been sharp and destroyed, pushing them all the way. The tens of millions of elite troops of the Earth Federation, which followed behind, have never experienced a real battle of attacks. All they can do is to eliminate the remaining enemies and clean the battlefield.

At the end, people seemed to think in a trance that victory would continue like this until the end of this armed parade, and naturally restored the entire Nya and then counterattacked Ferrosei.

The last line of defense of the Expeditionary Force, in the last fortress, the believers of the gods had no choice but to retreat.

The large-scale loss of territory is reflected on the high-end battlefield where the gods are located, which means that the activity space is greatly reduced. Due to the limitations of the rules, the gods have lost the ability to contact and fight with the enemy. The gods on Earth and Nia have not entered the counterattack stage because of this. The two sides are disconnected from contact, one side is furious, and the other side seizes such time and opportunity to fully manage their own defense.

Mobilizing the entire powerful race of Ferrosei and forming the main force of the second wave of expedition with the angels of the gods, the time required for mobilization and preparation is far from enough, but the gods can't wait. Under the extremely stern oracle, several racial forces that were dragging and dragging were completely destroyed like killing chickens and terrifying monkeys. Three dungeons were completely destroyed under the angels' troops. A tribe of the inner-grabbing demons was razed to the ground. Even the Mage Federation was trembling under such heavy pressure. The final mage group had to be dispatched in advance... At this point, the second wave of expeditionary forces was rapidly taking shape.

However, the loss of the landing site seems inevitable. Before the second wave of expeditionary forces arrives, at least one foothold must be retained on four continents so that the high-end battlefield can exist and maintain, and the war can continue, rather than the rules established by the two Majesties to determine the winner and lose in advance.

Therefore, mobilizing elite forces from the second wave and adding the remaining troops of the first wave of expeditionary forces, Nao Nao defended a fortress and a fortress, which became the only choice.

Now, most areas of the four continents have been restored. The contractors who obtained the command of the angels have abandoned the previous rampage combat mages. They are in groups of three, five, and command dozens and hundreds of "cloned" angels, and then organize a large number of low-level contractors to become one small-scale army after another. Such an army is very flexible. They use wolf pack tactics and come up in groups when they encounter weak opponents.

When encountering a tough and hard bone, you will call your friends and gather a few or dozens of troops, adopt flexible and changeable tactics and tactics, bite them little by little, and sometimes even require the mortal force behind you to provide overwhelming long-range support.

The loss of cloned angels dropped sharply immediately, and the production speed of the third batch of cloned angels finally exceeded the loss speed.

In this way, except for the last fortress, the remaining enemies distributed on four continents have been wiped out.

On February 18, 2010, the final battle quietly came.

The sea is behind, and hundreds of kilometers ahead are endless enemies. The atmosphere of doomsday envelopes the last camp, fortress, countless nobles, kingdoms, countless heroes, died on the road of failure and retreating all the way. The immortal voters often fall. Even if they win the legend of the divine will, they have no time to digest the dividends after victory. Instead, they fail this way and suffer huge losses in the retreat. Now there are only 65 saints, sages, and legends left. Once again, they jointly cast spells, and once again supported a large-scale legendary spell like the "extremely warm realm", but no one mentioned it.

On February 18th, the enemy's forward was already in sight. On the highest mage tower, a small group of "clone" angels driven by the other party's contractor appeared unscrupulously and proudly in front of the defense line. The voters on the mage tower were speechless and the legend was speechless. The only remaining great nobles and royal families had long lost their previous raids. They exchanged desperate eyes with each other, and made a decision to seek survival and preserve their strength in private.

The pope, who were majestic, elegant, and inviolable at all times, were also embarrassed. They were still full of fighting spirit and had the confidence to win. However, many times the thunder was furious, and they were a little tired after tormenting them. At this time, they all looked at the army of the pseudo-gods in the distant area with the most indifferent attitude, showing their might in a distant place.

Suddenly, the dim sky was lit by a sudden aurora. Within sight, the strong light was dazzling. People with insufficient strength naturally could not see anything. However, the powerful existences looked up one after another and looked at the sea of ​​light in the sky.

I saw that the sky was like a canvas, being torn apart by an invisible giant hand, and a large number of light spots were scattered on the edges of the torn. The areas that were torn apart, the inner worlds of the forward plane were vaguely visible through a thick, hazy glass.

"This is……"

A saint whispered in vain.

"This is the destruction of the enemy, this is our rebirth, and this is the highlight of the will of the gods!"

A pope raised his arms and shouted loudly.

Before he finished speaking, a forward plane melted a huge gap silently. A twelve-winged angel with a shiny light, wearing a flowing white robe, holding a code, and slowly walked out of the huge gap with a compassionate smile!

His body was extremely tall and majestic, and his dazzling wings were stacked layer by layer, which even caused the sky and the earth to tremble slightly. Especially the code he held in his hand, it seemed that it could absorb all materials and energy. No existence could see its specific shape clearly. When he bet on his eyes, he immediately felt a huge attraction at the soul level, as if he would continue to look at it, even his soul would be absorbed.

"This is……"

This time, even the pope just now was speechless. The angel in front of him had a powerful strength that was not inferior to any god. However, after searching through the seats of the gods, he could not find any adult corresponding to him...

There is only one ancient god Pope who has enough knowledge and knowledge, "This is the Angel of Law in front of His Majesty..."

In anger, a group of eight-winged angels came out from the gap, standing respectfully behind the twelve-winged angels. Behind them, tens of thousands of four-winged angels walked out one by one, and in an instant they formed an endless army of angels.

Next are giant dragons, titans, and heart-fighting elders...

“Retreat, retreat!”
Chapter completed!