Chapter 664 (1/2)

In the north of Qiao and his party, dozens of miles away, on a huge war airship, more people are paying attention to the battle here.

Margaret III, Martha XIII, Conrad, Frederick

Ministers and senior generals of the Durham empire

Ambassadors, generals

Of course, there are also Hessian, Leia

They are very worried to look at the south, looking at the gray breath of death.

When des easily killed tens of thousands of soldiers in the trench, and the lost soldiers were more armed and killed more comrades in arms, the cabin of the airship made a sudden cry of surprise.

When Giotto raised a little golden sun to suppress the rage of death, and ”Transcend” and ”purify” all the alienated war dead in the trench, Margaret III applauded and cheered. Hessen and Leia showed a happy and relaxed expression, while the faces of the envoys of other countries became much more ugly.

Even if they join hands to deal with the threat of the abyss, it is hard to avoid the secret struggle and balance among countries.

From the city of God's tears back to medland, there are several extraordinary combat capabilities in the minds of all countries, and the strength of all of them is different. It seems that these high-end combat capabilities can still maintain a basic balance, and no one is much better than any other superpower.

But Joe

There is no doubt that he has become a destabilizing factor to the balance.

This guy... Even faced the attack of abyss consciousness and survived.

Such a person should not exist in medland!

The ambassadors of several powerful countries, especially the ambassador of the ice Kingdom, who had a grudge with Joe, his eyes became flickering... Just because of the special situation, he didn't show any abnormality.

Joe's right hand holding the golden sun, is facing the power of anti des.

He can clearly feel that waves of cold, sticky, and evil forces full of the breath of death are sweeping forward like a tsunami.

There were countless dead creatures crying in his ears before death

In front of his eyes, there was a terrible picture of countless dead creatures before they died

His body seemed to be torn by countless invisible, sticky, cold and moist fingers, tearing his skin, his flesh, his blood vessels Nerves

Joe's general uniform is like a fabric buried in a coffin for tens of thousands of years, a little bit decayed and cracked, and then turned into a little bit of dust, slowly drifting away

On his white skin, there were dense gray and cyan fingerprints.

As soon as these fingerprints appeared, they were smashed to pieces by the great breath of life in Joe's body, and turned into a gray chill, which disappeared constantly.

But dense fingerprints continued to appear on Joe.

Joe's part of the skin, but also inevitably began to shrivel, atrophy, revealing a little bit of dim spots.

A low, cold hum came.

A small piece of void beside Joe's body turned into strange black and white, and all the objects in the void seemed to be thin paper silhouettes.