About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

Magina's voice rang in everyone's ears again.

Affirmative responses rang out one after another, and as the last person spoke up, Magina's voice continued to ring: "Okay, I know the flow of time. Of course, you won't feel anything, but because the time difference has been reversed, the tyrant's troops should appear immediately. Get ready, three, two, one..."

The countdown ended, and everyone stared nervously at the empty scenery in front of them, waiting quietly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The speed of the change was not as fast as expected, but it was not slow.

Just two minutes later, a dark crack was torn open in a slightly farther place.

Then, the crack instantly extended, stretching for hundreds of meters wide, and then countless soldiers, pterosaurs and war machines poured out of the crack like a tide. They roared, charged, and killed the crowd almost without stopping.

Faced with such a scene, the heroes seemed to have expected it. In an instant, the destructive arcane fell from the sky. The dozens of heroes rushed forward in an instant, communicating with each other through the four-pointed star, and instantly completed the battlefield response distribution. Those who were good at single-point breakthrough directly attacked the local magic war machine, and those who were good at cluster bombing swept the opponent's miscellaneous soldiers in different areas.

The destructive power of the heroes is unquestionable. Dozens of people fought against the surging army, and they actually achieved a crushing effect.

But this is only temporary.

Among these armies, there are also dozens of vanguards with different strengths. After suffering losses in the first confrontation, they immediately joined the battlefield. With this group of fearless and unique guys, the battlefield situation instantly became chaotic. Generally speaking, the two sides can barely be considered evenly matched, but every moment of the battle process is actually thrilling.

Fortunately, the heroes will not die.

Even if they are fought in a round-robin battle by this almost endless army, they will not be dragged down.

But it is just that they will not be dragged down.

As for the others, they had no intention of helping.

It was not that they did not want to go, but that they could not go.

In the strategic planning, each of them was assigned to their own opponent. In the reserved arrangement, they only had the spare energy to ask the heroes for help when they could not beat them.

But according to the current situation, the heroes may not have the spare energy to spare their hands to help.

Therefore, it is best for them to rely on themselves to solve the opponents assigned to them.

Even if their opponents are strong and unreasonable...

Above the dark realm, several figures crossed the chaotic battlefield and floated in the air.

The tyrant in dark gold armor lowered his head and looked down at Anwada standing below. His eyes swept over the people behind him, and his mouth corners rose slightly.

"What a weak lineup," he said softly, "With only you, what are you struggling for in vain?"

Everyone stared at the tyrant, without answering, but silently picked up their weapons.

The tyrant looked at their actions and sneered, as if he was looking at a group of fools trying to stop a chariot with his arms.

He raised his sword lightly, his movements were so leisurely, as if all he had to do was to gently wipe off a layer of dust.

However, the next moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around and blocked behind him with a sword.

With a clang, the snow-white long sword picked up the heavy sword, and then the sword light bloomed like a snow lotus, and in an instant, countless slashes were made towards the tyrant.

Facing this sudden attack, the tyrant was not panicked at all. He swung his long sword with a burst of golden flames, forcibly blasting away the dazzling sword moves.

When the golden flames dissipated, the tyrant looked at the figure standing out of thin air on the other side, posing an elegant sword style, and frowned.

"I should have thought that you had a problem," he said in a deep voice.

"No, you shouldn't think about it," Mass, or Qi Lisha smiled, "at least at that time, I had no problem."

"Haha, I have to admit that you are the biggest trouble I have encountered in this world, whether it is your desert or your moon," the tyrant said, gently raising the long sword in his hand.

"Ah, then how should I answer? Not very honored?" Mass asked with a smile.

"No, you should regret that you stood in the wrong direction, otherwise, you can still live your peaceful life..." The tyrant whispered.

"Find out, that is not a peaceful life, it is just forced sadness," Mass also raised the sword.

"Well, it's time for your sadness to end..." The tyrant said, and in an instant, he had moved behind Mass and finished swinging the sword.

However, what he cut was just the afterimage left by a gust of dust that had long dissipated.

The sword intent bloomed like a bursting glacier, and the pale domain unfolded in front of the tyrant's eyes. The sharp sword intent seemed to flow along the air to the tyrant's internal organs.

"Oh, this is really surprising," the tyrant looked at the scene in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I didn't expect that there are people in this world who can play with me, and I didn't find it before, that's really, haha..."

As he said, he rotated his long sword, and the golden flames burst into the sky, instantly dispersing the pale sword intent, shaking the whole world into a trance.

The next moment, from that trance, the pale sword stabbed out from the blind spot again, but the tyrant turned around and slashed with a sword. With a clang, he shook off the attack of the mass, and slashed at him with a flaming blade.

Then the latter was not panicked at all. The space around him was instantly distorted. The whole person dodged the terrifying slash with a range of several meters in an extremely strange and experienced way. He turned around and slashed at the tyrant from all directions.

I saw the golden flame and silver light dancing between the swords and shadows. The two stood in one place, and it was difficult to tell them apart for a while.

296. Send one first, no problem

Everyone's eyes were focused on the battle between the mass and the tyrant.

To be honest, even though Massa's strength was high enough to be admired by everyone present, the gap between his combat strength and that of the Tyrant was still visible to the naked eye. Although he seemed to be attacking continuously, anyone with a discerning eye could see that these attacks could not cause any substantial damage to the Tyrant at all. It was more like using the offensive method to interrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm in order to delay time.

Yes, delay time.

The strategy was extremely clear from the beginning. Even the strongest among them had never thought of the possibility of winning from the beginning.

Even the possibility of delaying was based on the fact that the opponent did not know their intentions and only thought that they were fighting stubbornly.

If the opponent realized that their goal was to delay and end the battle, they might not be able to stop the opponent at all.

The Tyrant was fighting, and the King Cavalry and King General behind him turned their eyes to other people.

They would not interfere in the King's battle, that would be purely unnecessary. No one understood how powerful their King was better than them. Even if there was a trace of worry in their hearts, it would be disrespectful to the King.

As for the group of people below...

"Who will go?" The second king general, who was wearing pure black scale armor and two black and blue cloaks fluttering behind him, asked softly.

Everyone looked at each other and hesitated, only to hear the eleventh king rider suddenly say: "I will go..."

Everyone's eyes were cast on the young man who had just taken the position, and they looked at each other, and their expressions were obviously a little subtle.

"Boy, I know you are eager to prove yourself..." The fifth king rider said, but before he finished speaking, he saw the second king general gently raised his hand, curled his lips, and stopped talking.

"It doesn't matter," the second king rider said, "Just you take the lead, and we don't know how many people the other side will send to fight."

"Thank you, sir," the eleventh king rider responded, and then turned around and looked at the people below.

He swept across everyone present, and finally, he met the eyes of Mo Wente.

Then, he gently touched the sword with his left hand and fell down.

As he gradually descended, the dark wings spread out from behind the last envoy, and with a flap of the wings, he flew towards the opponent.

"Only one person?" The fifth king knight raised his eyebrows, "We are really underestimated..."

However, the other king knights and generals did not say much, but just watched quietly.

As for the reason...

It is obvious that it is because of the pair of wings that stretched out from the back of the eleventh king knight, which are very similar to those of the last envoy.

Ten meters apart, the two stood facing each other in the air.

"It is you..." The last envoy stared at the eyes of the eleventh king knight hidden under the shadow of the hood, his face as dark as water.

"You have changed a lot," the 11th King said in a deep voice, "The time of change, haha, I almost can't recognize you..."

"Compared to me, you have changed more," Mo Wente smiled, "Now that things have come to this, you can also tell me why, Saijies..."

"Don't call that name, it has nothing to do with me," the 11th King said, looking at the battlefield where the golden flames and silver light intertwined in the sky, "Look there, see, the sun is there..."

"You call the tyrant who destroyed everything the sun?" Mo Wente's eyebrows jumped.

"Ha, as expected, you still don't understand," the 11th King shook his head with a smile, "Vent, you are still as indecisive as before, and so is your knife..."

"A coward, a traitor, dares to talk about the knife?" Mo Wente said coldly, and his right hand rested on the handle of the Blazing Mastiff.

The 11th King Knight glanced at the saber on the waist of the Last Vent and laughed: "It seems that the Dark Judge has not recognized your intention until now..."

"Shut up, you are not qualified to mention its name at all," said the Last Vent, unsheathing the Fiery Mastiff, and the whole person stepped forward like a shadow, slashing several times with the sword, and actually directly chopped the 11th King Knight into pieces.

However, the other party looked at him with a smile, as if laughing at his meaningless behavior.

Everything was exactly as Lim predicted...

The 11th King Knight died.

Died temporarily.

In order to show the power of the tyrant to the Last Vent, show his amazing immortal body, and make the Last Vent despair, he deliberately died under the sword of the Last Vent.

At the same time, the power of the seal that descended by the power of the world fell, locking his body tightly and suppressing his rebirth.

And the Last Vent even drew out his long sword and slashed at him for a while, tearing his body further apart, seemingly trying to delay his rebirth time in this way.

Looking at this scene, all the kings, generals and cavalry showed a look of slight surprise.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with the eleventh king's approach. After all, perhaps everyone among them had the habit of using their immortal bodies in this way.

What surprised them was that the other party seemed to have actually prepared a plan against them, which seemed to be able to suppress their regeneration.

"It seems that we can't just die casually..." the fifth king muttered.

"Well, it's true. It feels very dangerous. If there is no king to back it up, it might really be sealed for a long time if it happens," Turin said.

Everyone looked at him, and their expressions became more and more surprised.

They thought that this thing could only delay their regeneration for a period of time, but from what Turin said, it seemed to be more than that.

For this mysterious king who had the longest seniority but was closest to the tyrant, even the king would often listen to his command on weekdays. At this moment, when Turin spoke, they almost subconsciously chose to believe.

Turin, who was laughing in his heart, still maintained his solemn expression, but at this moment, he already had the answer in his heart.

There is no doubt that all these preparations are to delay time.

As for why to delay...

Heh, he couldn't understand it any better.

After all, a man with eye-catching green hair is not at the scene at the moment.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said: "Well, since Xiaoyi has helped us explore the way, I will help him deal with the opponents he left behind, and you can do whatever you want with the others..."

After that, Turin's speed suddenly increased, and he rushed towards Mowente in an instant.

The latter drew his sword and fought back at the first time, but was still blown away by the invisible impact that burst out from the square crystal for a full thousand meters.

Seeing this, Turin did not pause at all, turned his body in the air, and chased after Mowente, holding the square crystal, and actually fought with Mowente with punches and kicks.

The kings and generals looked at each other, although they were surprised why Turin, who usually stayed in the background, was so active today, but they didn't say much.

After all, they didn't have the habit of pointing fingers at their colleagues' actions.

"Who will go next," the second king asked.

"I'll go," the fifth king said impatiently, as if he had been waiting for this sentence for a long time.

"Well, then you go," the second king nodded.

The latter did not say much, just turned his head to look at the crowd below, smiled slightly, and then turned into a residual shadow and rushed towards the crowd.

But at the same moment, a figure also jumped out of the crowd and went straight to him.

At that moment, the tiger eyes and snake pupils intertwined in the air, and the clanging was the collision of sharp claws and fangs.

297. Do you understand the value of a remark from an insider?

The fifth king knight.

A notorious king knight.

Except for the third king knight and Turin, who have very little information about the outside world, he may be the one with the most outstanding record among the remaining king knights.

As for the reason...

What he is good at is poison.

Under the gauze cloak, the skin covered with fine scales is looming, and the fingertips of the two hands that extend out of the cuffs extend dark purple long claws, and countless long strips hang down from the top of the hood, revealing the snake pupils and fangs flashing in the shadows.

Obviously, he was not a member of a common race, and there was no human with such racial characteristics in the entire world.

Of course, it was not surprising that such a person appeared among the King's Cavalry. After all, they were an army from another world, and it would be unreasonable if there were no such strange things.