Infinite Heroes Seat

Cui Fanke, the city of the gods, has fallen into a deadly silence since it was shrouded in dark shadows. The once-brilliant buildings were stained with the blood of innocent people. The original splendid light no longer exists. That shocking hymn has never been heard again.

The originally lively and prosperous sacred place is like a pool of stagnant water.

But today this dead silence has been broken.

Shattered the sky, a group of **** knights slew in from the magnificent gate, their feet stepped on brilliant aura, they waved the sword in their hands, they mercilessly beheaded the enemy in front of them. Tears, blood, and roaring, walked towards Cui Fank's temple step by step.

"Forgive me! My brother!"

A knight cried and chopped off the head of a fanatic with a sword.

"Long live Zakarum!"

A knight with a hole in his heart hugged the enemy in front of him tightly, and the raging flame burned the two to ashes.

"For salvation! For atonement!"

A knight with a few sharp blades stuck in his body limped forward, brandishing the long sword in his hand desperately, and was chopped to pieces by a group of zealots holding sharp blades.

The knight's blood mixed with the believer's blood formed a long blood path, leading straight to the deepest part of the holy city.

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In the sewers of Kurast, Lilian's bow and arrows were constantly shooting towards a group of bats, flying in the air with a chill, and a huge green bat entangled her fiercely.

"You go first, you must send Klimt's brain to Modi and the others!" Lilian shouted to the other group of people who rushed to help.

"Yes!" Fali and Gore responded at the same time. Leading a group of Paladins, they rushed towards the exit of the sewer. They knew that time was pressing now, and they did not know that they were facing an enemy several times theirs every moment. Can't tolerate any delay from them.

As the exit got closer and closer, Fali could even see the glimmer of light at the entrance of the hole.

But there was a sound of footsteps, and a group of Zakarum's berserkers stopped in front of them.

"You go first!" Looking at the familiar figure at the beginning, Gore's mouth twitched, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end it was just a cold command.

Charged, he rushed into the crowd of berserkers. The sword in his hand swayed like a whirlwind, his own blood swayed along with the enemy's blood, but he entangled all the enemies alone.

"Go!" There was a tear in the corner of his eyes. Fali glanced at the knight fighting alone, and rushed towards the entrance of the cave through gritted teeth.

Seeing Fali and the others leaving, Gore let out a long sigh, and he gently dodged a sickle that slashed at his chest. Then he said to a fanatic headed by: "Okay. Will, my old friend, now we are left!"

"I must rescue you this time, even if it's only your soul!"

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In the dark temple, the sacred frozen aura suddenly erupted under my feet, and all the freezing cold aura froze the fist of sparks—brem’s thorn aura, and then the redemption of Grace Wald in his hand struck a beautiful scene. Trajectory smashed Brem's head in one fell swoop.

There is no joy of success at all. I didn't even look at this monster, who was neither human nor ghost, Mo Wen picked up the flail that had fallen on the ground and ran out of the temple.

Dozens of knights are forming a battle there. Thousands of fanatics' impact was blocked.

The aura at Mo Wen's feet changed rapidly, and with the support of the fanatical aura, the originally precarious battle formation stabilized again.

"Seattle, how's the situation going?" A sword smashed a mad believer into two pieces, and Bruce shouted at Mo Wen, covered in blood.

"The flail is in hand!" Grace Wald's redemption turned into five afterimages, instantly smashing several believers who came up into meat sauce.

"What do you do now? Lilian and the others haven't come back yet!"

"Wait! Trust them!"

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The fight is still going on. Mo Wen has never felt that time has passed so long. He shoots, defends, and kills, repeating his actions mechanically. The enemies fall in front of him one by one, but the knights around him continue to decrease. , His heart also gradually fell to the bottom.

Suddenly, Unheard's ear moved, and he seemed to hear something.

Unlike the fanatical roar of the Zakarum cultists and the unwilling wailing of the knights around him before his death, it seemed to be the voice of hope.

Lifting his head, Mo Wen saw a figure waving a sword in one hand and holding something in the other.

"Bruce!"

He roared and pointed in that direction.

"understood!"

Bruce jumped up high like an eagle, and suddenly passed the obstacles of most fanatics.

The giant sword in his hand was carrying a whirlwind, and after landing, Bruce smashed out of the siege like a meat grinder and came to the figure.

"go!"

He grabbed Fali and went back to kill.

Roaring, facing the sword, and after paying a lot of scars, he grabbed Fali's arm and jumped back to the temple.

Behind the battlefield, with tears in her eyes, Fali handed a living heart to Mo Wen with a cry.

"Here! Klimt's heart!"

At the fastest speed, Mo Wen took out the Hradric cube and put the heart, brain, eyes, and flail into it.

"Quick, quick—fast!"

Mo Wen kept urging as he looked at the Heradic cube that was constantly shining with magic light.

Behind him, the knights fell one by one.

The originally solid line of defense may collapse at any time.

A fanatical believer rushed from outside the defense line, but was hugged by a knight, and the two rolled out of the temple together and were chopped to pieces.

Gritting their teeth, the remaining two dozen knights persisted with their eyes full of blood red. The blood of their teammates and compatriots made them look particularly hideous at this time.

finally. With a crisp sound, the Hradique cube stopped.

Taking out the flail inside, Mo Wen rushed towards the hall. A strange crystal ball there is exuding invisible waves.

"Break it to me!" Holding the flail, Mo Wen slammed into the crystal sphere fiercely.

With the crisp cracking sound, the crystal ball that was hit gradually appeared cracks, and then burst into pieces.

Along with a white mist, a bright light burst into the sky.

The whole temple seemed to be trembling, it seemed that something that had been accumulated for a long time was released.

With all this, Cui Fanke seemed to be quiet again.

The fanatics surrounding the temple stopped their movements. Some fell directly to the ground without breathing, and some had confusion in their eyes. The weapon in his hand slipped silently.

The mechanical movement in his hand gradually stopped. Looking at the confused crowd, the remaining dozen knights glanced at each other and suddenly burst into tears. Hug tightly together.

Cries, cheers, screams. Gradually, various voices once again filled the city of the gods.

Under the hatred cage under the temple, in a sea of ​​blood, a figure who was chanting a word around an altar was just a meal, but then it continued.

A figure in a black robe next to it saw it, and slowly asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the gadgets used to control the group of humans have been broken."

"Oh?" Heipao said with a hint of playfulness, "then you don't have an army anymore?"

"What's this, once the door of **** is opened. I can naturally summon a steady stream of troops, but they broke my cage. It saved me a lot of trouble..."

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In the sewer, Gore was clutching his chest in pain, a long sword was stuck there, and beside him lay corpses lying all around.

He looked at the figure lying on the ground in front of him, and bright red blood continuously poured out from the opponent's throat. It was a masterpiece of the long sword in his hand.

Limping and walking hard to the figure, he knelt down and leaned over.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Will, I'm late."

Panting in pain, Gao Er quietly looked into the eyes of his old friend, where clarity had been restored.

"Cough, cough," coughing up blood, the one lying on the ground said with difficulty: "Lanci, my old friend, you, you are here, so, is the nightmare and nightmare over?"

"Yes, everything is over." Gore said softly, tears gradually streaming out of his eyes.

"Yes-yes, then, that's good, I-I can finally-can rest."

He closed his eyes gently, and the figure no longer breathed.

"Yes, yeah, everything is over!"

Gore's body fell down suddenly, blood pouring continuously from his chest, and the long sword pierced through his heart.

"Xia, John, I'm here to accompany you."

Whispering, Gore slowly closed his eyes.

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In the temple, Fali cried bitterly while hugging her knees. All the knights who protected her to fetch Klimt's heart were sacrificed~www.wuxiamtl.com~ She saw them fall one by one in front of her with her own eyes.

Mo Wen was taking care of Voriya. In the battle just now, the leader of the Iron Wolf, Ashila, was also killed. The little druid was crying very sadly while holding the body of his mother. While comforting Wo Liya, Mo Wen looked at the outside of the hall with some worry.

—— Lilian hasn't returned yet, although she shouldn't have any problems with her strength, but having not returned for such a long time still makes Mo Wen feel a little uneasy.

However, after a while, a figure with a blond ponytail and a few frosty spots appeared outside the hall.

Mowen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Although she looked a little embarrassed, Lilian was also fine.

Then he turned his head and looked at a big hole that appeared in the temple.

Mephisto is there!

——Perhaps Diablo. (To be continued...)

ps: The fourth update today, ask for some support.