Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

"I hereby pronounce judgment. The army of scavengers will pursue you endlessly, from the highest heavens to the lowest underworld, across time, until death."

Chen Zhou stood quietly before countless Stonewinged Demons and said with a smile, "I am here as a witness from the Sarkaz. The Scavenger King, Neczrei, has been convicted of his innate arrogance. His punishment is death!"

"Well, as long as you can do it."

Chen Zhou saw a pool of mud on the ground and thought, "Forget it, scavenger, why don't you go roll in the mud pit and I will forgive your transgression."

The scavenger had a blank expression and did not respond.

It is true that the air is Chen Zhou's territory, but to be honest, many of the opponent's methods will be ineffective in the air.

There are no shadows here, and the flame transmission is greatly reduced. It is still possible to dodge the falling source stone.

Of course, if it is big enough to tear the entire continent apart, that is another matter. However, there are his friendly forces below, so Chen Zhou can only smash it piece by piece.

Everything was ready. The ribbon on the scavenger's face fluttered, and he shouted in the air: "Chen Zhou, I will kill you today!"

At this moment, the Scavenger King was extremely sure that Chen Zhou had run out of cards.

Chapter 80: Draco arrests the spirit, the Iron Duke sends his generals

Niezlei collected almost all the information about Chen Zhou and carefully studied his combat methods. With his air combat skills, it was almost certain that he would kill the young Drake.

Dead branches and seeds bloomed on the ground, the green plants on the ground turned yellow and dull, and an aura of decay filled the sky and the earth.

Abrana raised her head, her expression slightly solemn, her palms sweating as she felt her body losing its vitality all the time.

But soon, a wall of blue fire blocked the Duke of Wellington's mobile force, isolating the seeds of corruption from outside.

Chen Zhou raised his head and looked at the God of War, who was filled with dissatisfaction and murderous intent, and he laughed.

"Once set on fire, I'm sure not even a single withered branch of the Sarkaz will remain."

"How shameless." The Scavenger waved his staff, and countless spiritual curtains rushed past him, densely covering the sky.

As soon as Ling Wei and the Stone-Winged Demon started fighting, he used his flexible movements to play with the clumsy Stone-Winged Demon in his palm.

Some spirit curtains that have developed consciousness can even call upon wisdom to guide the stone-winged demons to attack each other and die together.

"You have no chance of defeating me." On the throne, the Scavenger issued a Malphite declaration.

Very good declaration to fill your flag.

Buzz... dark blue flames danced in Chen Zhou's eyes.

In an instant, strong air currents from all directions converged towards the red dragon.

Chen Zhou floated in the air, his robes fluttering. He clenched his hands, then looked down at the scavengers who were coming to kill him.

Chen Zhou released the Scythe of Death and restrained all his emotions. His eyes gradually became calmer, and there seemed to be a vortex in his body.

wrong! wrong! wrong!

My body, no, my soul... trembled unconsciously!

He could feel the oppression coming from his soul, just like the trembling feeling when a lower-level creature encounters a higher-level creature.

There was a flash of anxiety in the scavenger's eyes. The God of War's intuition told him to stop flying. His soul was begging him to turn around and run for his life.

At this moment, the scavenger suddenly felt that his soul was being pulled by the air flow, as if it was hooked by a chain.

Why did he still encounter such a strange thing when he had exhausted all possible means... The scavenger was puzzled.

This was a completely new method he had never seen before, affecting the soul. Even the devil couldn't do it to the extent that Chen Zhou did.

The scavenger held his staff and used his most powerful trick without hesitation. He pointed at the void, and a huge dead branch broke out of the ground, swaying its branches.

The dead branches suddenly grew to Chen Zhou's feet. It split apart and turned into four scavenger branches, as if wanting to swallow Chen Zhou in one bite.

In the center of the dead branches, countless decay-chasing beasts looked up at the sky, their scarlet eyes lit up at the same time, and the surging gazes made people's scalps numb.

Neczrei's trump card, the cage of corruption.

"die."

At the same time, the spirit beasts turned their guns around and made the red dragon, who had not yet taken action, their only target.

A stream of clear air emanated from Chen Zhou's body, causing all the spirit curtains that tried to get close to him to freeze in their movements and fall straight down like broken toys.

The scavenger's expression changed drastically, and in his perception, the "wisdom" of those spiritual curtains was completely wiped out.

Without any physical effort, he could directly wipe out the soul of the ritual creation. If he continued to struggle with that airflow...

Above the blue sky, Nie Ci Lei was in a dilemma.

Attacking is like chopping fish on a chopping board, and the spiritual curtain cannot break the red dragon lock.

Retreating, like the lingering regret of Lai State, the Witch King looked at the mountains and rivers helplessly.

Above is Taladrake, lonesome, crossing the ravine. Behind is Wellington, the death knell, its naval guns pointing skyward.

A single man breaks through the enemy's formation, and the monarch's blood is spilled in the city of Lun. Surrounded by ambushes on all sides, the king of scavengers hears the sound of Chu songs from all sides.

It seems that there is no door to heaven and no way to hell. Even if those who have been chased away are resurrected, what can they do?

The Sarkaz have been wandering for nearly a thousand years, and this moment is just like that moment.

Although the world is vast, it does not allow the Sarkaz to have a place to stay.

This world will not allow Kazdel to revive again.

They want the Sarkaz to be despised forever.

They want the Sarkaz to remain hidden forever.

They want the Sarkaz to prostrate themselves forever at the feet of all Terran tribes.

But why?

Why can the various tribes of Terra step on the heads of the Sarkaz?

Why can't the Sarkaz produce heroes like the Calendar King and Nightmare Khan?

He looked at the red dragon in front of him, who was both kind to the Sarkaz and slaughtering them. Admiration and murderous intent swept over him, and he rushed forward!

Victory must be a fair victory, a victory that proves the strength of the Sarkaz army.

If you fail, fail openly and honestly, let the red dragon cut off your head, and go to Weyantella with the title of King of Scavengers.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The wild laughter of the scavengers resounded between heaven and earth.

The scavenger holds a staff and moves forward.

On the ground, Tracy's expression was somewhat complicated.

This guy was determined to defend the dignity of the Sarkaz to the end. He would either prove the strength of the Sarkaz or prove the strength of Chen Zhou.

At the same time, Chen Zhou raised his head. The distance between them was rapidly shortening. He could already see the rotten smell emanating from the scavenger.

Niecile, the regret of a patriot, I no longer want to experience it.

All the idiots and ugly monsters go to Longda, and all the heroes and idealists go to fight the evil spirits.

It's not that easy to die.

At this moment, the domineering aura and the ability to control souls merged into one.

- Om!

A momentum burst out that made everyone on the battlefield prostrate themselves.

Chen Zhou's figure, with fluttering sleeves like a god, disappeared in a flash.

The name of the move is Ju Ling, and its skill can reach the level of gods.

High in the sky, the disappeared figure suddenly appeared, grabbed the scavenger's neck with one hand, and tore out his soul.

The soulless body and the throne fell helplessly in front of everyone's eyes.

Chen Zhou directly pinched the soul of the Scavenger. What he grasped in this hand was the hundreds of years of hard work of a god of war, and the faith and support of countless Sarkaz warriors.

Afterwards, countless spiritual curtains transformed into breath and melted into the earth, and the dead branches and decay-chasing beasts disintegrated and dissipated. He looked down at the coalition forces and said:

"Kaister, are there any reinforcements? Let him come forward!"

The battlefield fell into silence again.

Faced with the laughter that resounded through the sky and the advancing enemy troops, the morale of the Duke's coalition forces was shaken.

Kaister's face looked extremely ugly.

Godottin, Abelcorn, and the Duke of Ashworth looked no better.

"Ha, I lost so easily." The Scavenger's soul showed a look of relief. "Kill me, let me return to the souls, and make you famous on Terra."

Hearing this, Da Te below and Xiao Te who hurried over felt a tightness in their hearts.

However, Chen Zhou's next words surprised them a little.

"Sorry, I changed my mind."

Chen Zhou had the air of a victor, and his tone brooked no refusal. "Nezrei, manipulate the corrupt monarch, the evil demons of Terra are your battlefield. Join those half-blooded Wendigos and fight against the evil demons of the earth."

Chapter 81: Jeston, you get rid of Chen Zhou

"Draco, are you deciding the fate of the Sarkaz?"

Even though he was strangled by one hand, Niecilei in his spirit form still held his head high, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Of course, if you ask why, it's because I won." Chen Zhou nodded.

"...The Sarkaz will never succumb to so-called 'fate'."

The Scavenger King was silent for a moment, then became firm, "Red Dragon, do not let your frivolity and arrogance taint this battlefield and taint death itself. No one can restrain the Sarkaz, even if it is called - Destiny."

Chen Zhou had no time to deal with this unruly scavenger. He was about to turn around and kill the Bird Duke of Kastner when suddenly a female voice came from below:

"Sir, the last drop of the Blood Demon Lord's blood is in your hands, right?"

Chen Zhou glanced down from above.

The obscene amount of breasts, the plump figure, and the round thighs stretched tightly in the pure black pantyhose.

However, it was the Pardoner who followed Quesatusta and contributed to the famous scene in the Ark - Salus who asked the doctor to throw a stone to test the waters.

Thinking of the family tradition of the Pardoner, Chen Zhou immediately lost his appetite and said, "It is indeed with me."

Salus, wearing black high heels and stroking his chest, said earnestly, "Sir Chen Zhou, the Absolver is not your enemy. We need this drop of Tikaz's blood to liberate all souls and untie their bonds. Doesn't this align with the purpose of breaking the tower?"

Chen Zhou nodded first, then shook his head. "I support liberating all souls, but not now."

This is the capital of Victoria. He would never let the original source stone land here. Now that the matter here is done, it will not be too late to do it in the wilderness outside the country.

……

"Your Excellency the Duke, after slaughtering the Blood Demon Lord, His Highness Chen Zhou captured another high-ranking official of the royal court with his bare hands." An officer said excitedly.

Hearing this, Wellington stood at the bow of the Gastriel warship and nodded slightly.

"No one can stop Tara's rise. Your Highness has held off tens of thousands of soldiers alone, so we must not slack off."

As Wellington finished speaking, the fleet of warships, firing heavy artillery, separated into a channel, and the dreadnoughts led by Abrana emerged one after another from it.

"Your Highness Abbrana... Thank you for your help."

"Don't worry, Your Excellency the Duke." Abrana held the communicator. "As the monarch, I should lead my subjects forward."

After she finished speaking, purple flames rose from the fleet she was in, and it advanced rapidly on the battlefield, like a sharp cone, fiercely piercing the coalition army formation.

When the coalition officers saw this sudden change in the situation, their pupils shrank and long-lost memories revived in their minds.

"Too radical."

"Radical? No, Wellington is a madman! He pushed all the troops except the gunboats, including five dreadnoughts, sixteen assault ships, twenty-nine transport ships, three auxiliary ships, and 70,000 soldiers in the reserve, to the front line."

"Isn't this the same tactic recorded in the Military Academy textbooks? The Duke of Wellington has perfectly replicated the tactics he used to slaughter the Gauls."

"Maintain formation! Don't let the name of the Iron Duke intimidate you. If you get killed, you die. Fire at the enemy vanguard."

An officer drew his sword and roared. Behind him, all the ship's guns turned in the same direction.

The gun barrel lit up with a series of magic tracks, spreading from the barrel to the muzzle. After the power was fully accumulated, a round of earth-shaking simultaneous bombardment followed, and the entire row of gunboats trembled violently backwards.