Chapter 159: A Battle that Is Doomed to Fail, Why Fight?

As the young man's sword fell, millions of military souls launched an attack together.

Boom boom boom...

The drums sounded loudly, countless arrows flew out, weaving a large net in the air, covering Lester.

The cold light on each weapon seemed to tear the space apart with a casual wave, the war horses neighed, the iron hooves trampled the earth, the cavalry charged, and the spears pierced.

The swords and shadows bloomed, and every soldier had the momentum of facing death.

Even though they had already lost their bodies and only had this illusory remnant soul, they still did not retreat. With the immortal will and the might of breaking the enemy, they launched an attack on Lester, the peak true god.

Lester naturally did not dare to underestimate it. The bull-headed skull instantly grew larger and spit out black flames, trying to kill the millions of military souls.

And looking at the incoming attack, the shields in the army formation stood up to isolate the flames.

At the same time, figures rushed out, slashed with long swords and sharp swords, and forced the bull-headed skull back.

Lester was about to attack when a cold light came across the space. He raised his hand to break the cold light and looked forward.

"Kill!"

The young man shouted, took a step forward and came to Lester, and the sword in his hand fell.

Lester's eyes were cold, and a force appeared in front of him, blocking the sword.

"It's stronger than before, but it's still too weak!"

Boom...

Lester punched, and the young man took advantage of the situation to cross the sword, but was still repelled.

He was about to chase, but the countless sharp arrows stopped him, so he could only stop and smash them.

But this is still not over. The sharp arrows just broke, and the sharpness of the weapons came again, covering Lester.

Lester's face was calm, and he raised his hand and clenched it, and then he solved the dilemma.

Swish...

But at this time, a sword light appeared. Even though Lester reacted very quickly to avoid it, a sword mark still appeared on his face.

"It seems that you haven't made much progress."

As the young man's voice sounded, the sword in his hand pierced Lester's face.

Lester's blood-red eyes glared, and a force blocked the sword, and then he punched out, and the young man was knocked out.

"You humans, damn it!"

Lester raised his hand and the bull-headed skull flew in front of him.

Roar...

As a roar sounded, the bull-headed skull suddenly turned into thousands of feet tall, and countless blood-colored lights burst out, like a blood moon, smashing towards the millions of military souls.

When the millions of military souls came into contact with these blood-colored lights, the armor on their bodies began to be corroded, and the weapons in their hands became less sharp.

The young man looked at this scene and knew that Lester was serious. If he didn't find a way to deal with it, when the bull-headed skull fell, at least half of their millions of military souls would be lost.

The young man shouted, "Who said I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you!"

Hearing this, the millions of military souls were shocked, and their eyes became colder, "When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds, and I share the same hatred with you!"

The next moment, a force surged out from the millions of military souls, and a phantom as high as a thousand feet condensed on the military formation.

As the phantom slowly raised his head, the sharp sword in his hand swept out, and the blood-colored light in the sky was shattered.

"Who said I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you!"

"When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds, and I will work with you!"

The phantom took a step forward, stabbed out with the sharp sword, and met the falling bull-headed skull.

The sharp sword stabbed with the bull-headed skull for less than three breaths, and the brilliance bloomed, the sky and the earth were torn apart, and the bull-headed skull was also shattered and exploded.

"Boom..."

The terrifying power erupted, and the space within a radius of tens of thousands of miles was shattered by the aftermath of the explosion. Countless spatial turbulence surged out, but was shattered by this power.

But this is not over yet.

"Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you!"

"When the king raises his army, I will prepare my armor and weapons and go with you!"

At this moment, millions of soldiers were united in hatred of the enemy, and the army was united. A pair of murderous eyes stared at Lester.

What if he is a god? They are going to kill God!

The phantom raised his hand again, and the world was silent. It was a moment and eternity. Only a flash of silver light was seen, and the space around Lester was shattered.

I thought that even if this attack could not kill Lester, it could seriously injure him, but I only heard a sound of metal clashing.

Dang!

A crisp sound rang out, and with Lester as the center, the terrifying power vented to the surroundings, but it only lasted for a few seconds before returning to calm.

Crack...

Then came the sound of breaking, and the phantom formed by millions of soldiers' souls had a crack on the long sword in its hand.

Crack...Crack...

The crack began to spread, and the long sword began to break.

Swish...

At this moment, a flash of blood-red sword light flew out, completely smashing the long sword. At the same time, the blood-red sword light continued to move forward and instantly arrived in front of the shadow.

Swish...

Wow...

The sword light passed by, and the shadow stagnated. Then countless fine lines appeared on its body, and finally turned into countless spiritual lights and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The millions of military souls also froze together. The transparent figures became even more transparent at this time, as if they were about to dissipate at any time.

"If you were still alive, even if I were a peak true god, you could still threaten me a little, but unfortunately..."

Lester's eyes were fierce, and the black long sword in his hand was shrouded in blood, "You are already dead!"

After the words fell, the sword came out, and countless blood-red sword lights fell.

The young man's face changed, and he immediately reorganized the army formation. The millions of military souls instantly supported a barrier.

"Boom boom boom..."

Bursts of roars sounded, and the millions of military souls were completely shrouded by these sword lights.

Each sword light has the power to instantly kill a demigod, but it cannot break this barrier.

"They won't last long."

In the military arsenal, Chu Ci saw clearly that although millions of military souls were now blocking it, he also saw that these military souls were overdrawing his remaining strength.

Every second that passes, the figures of these military spirits will become more transparent, and sooner or later the whole army will be annihilated.

What's more, even if it is blocked, Leicester's condition is still at its peak at this time.

"A losing battle."

Chu Ci saw the result of this battle, and believed that the millions of military souls had already known the result of this battle.

Why fight a losing battle?

They may not have thought that they could really kill Lester, they just wanted to dissipate completely before it completely disappeared.

Leave something behind for future generations.

"what can I do?"

Chu Ci asked himself, only after seeing a god-level battle with his own eyes did he realize how weak he was.

At this moment he could do nothing but watch.

"No, I still have a trump card."

Chu Ci looked at his talent.

[Liquor Sacrifice]: The exclusive talent of the Wine Sword Immortal. As a Wine Immortal, you can use the power of the Jiu Immortal to communicate with the long river of history by sacrificing spiritual wine, stimulating the will of the ancestors and asking the ancestors to lower their projections. The higher the level of the spiritual wine sacrificed, the higher the level of the spirit wine. The stronger the ancestors that can be summoned, the time of existence will vary according to the strength of the ancestors.

This is the only way he has a chance to arm-wrestle with a god-level powerhouse, but this method is not stable.

Even if he had mythical spirit wine, there was no guarantee that he would be able to ask his god-level ancestors to lower the projection.

Even if you really ask the god-level ancestors to lower the projection, the result will not be changed in the end, and a jar of mythical spirit wine will be wasted.

Want to use it?

Looking at the millions of military souls who were still struggling to hold on on the battlefield, Chu Ci's eyes gradually became firmer.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. I am weak, how can I avoid the battle?"

At this moment, Chu Ci understood.

He understood why these million military souls still wanted to fight even though they knew they could not pose a threat to Leicester.

God is in front of you, although your flesh and blood are destroyed, your will will remain forever.

These millions of military souls are using their last will to plant a seed in him that dares to draw a sword against the gods.

"So what if gods can't kill you?"

Chu Ci looked solemn and took out two jars of mythical spirit wine.

"Today, Chu Ci, the descendant of Daxia, guided by the will of millions of military souls and supplemented by mythical spiritual wine, respectfully invites our ancestors to come!"

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Ps: Who can I ask to come out?