Chapter 137 Give Brother Nine to me, even the God of Hell cannot take his life!
A steady and powerful voice sounded: "Kids, you have done a great job. Go down and have a good rest. Leave the rest to us!"
All the soldiers in the base, listening to the reassuring voice and looking at the tall figure protecting them, all had red eyes.
They obediently retreated to the rear, leaving the battlefield in front to them.
[I can’t take it anymore. I’ve already cried like an idiot. 】
[It was so tear-jerking and touching that I couldn’t stop crying. 】
[My dear heroes, I am crying my eyes out. This is the faith and heritage of our family. No matter how much time has passed, you must guard our land and protect our descendants. 】
[The iron-clad warriors in our base, dragging their seriously injured bodies and fighting the enemy without any tears in their eyes, are now crying. Look at them, their tears are falling down. 】
[If it were me, I would cry even harder than them. Really, in such despair, seeing my ancestor who had turned into a heroic spirit being summoned for rescue was such a shock. 】
There are less than a hundred troops left in the base.
Everyone supported each other and walked step by step to Lu Liuhe and the others. They sat down in a circle with her at the center.
They look at the heroic spirits fighting the enemy on the battlefield.
Although the heroes are not psychics, their attacks can hurt psychics. Under command, they launch attacks on the enemy in an orderly manner again and again.
The damage caused each time was not great, but repeated attacks eroded their special powers. Even an ant could bite an elephant to death.
The powerful psychics were enraged and used violent energy to shatter their bodies. In the blink of an eye, they would reassemble themselves and become immortal.
[I moved to tears. Our hero is so tenacious, unyielding and never gives up. 】
[It's not that the heroes are incapable, it's that Liu'er's mental strength is insufficient. This isn't just one or two heroes, there are fifty thousand of them! 】
[Liu'er, tell me the truth, how long can you hold on? 】
Lu Liuhe's face turned pale. He stared at the battle on the battlefield and tried to cheer himself up. He said, "It will be no problem to hold on until they wipe out these beasts."
Summoning heroic spirits is actually different from summoning gods.
The gods came from another dimension, transcending time and space. It would take half of her mental energy to pull them over.
The heroic spirits didn't need it, they already existed on this land. To be precise, she didn't summon them, but awakened them.
Therefore, she only needed to provide them with the energy to kill the enemies, without consuming mental power across time and space.
On the battlefield.
Fifty thousand heroes fought against more than two thousand defeated soldiers.
They fully demonstrated what it meant that there is strength in numbers. The battle soon became one-sided, and the allied forces blew themselves up one after another.
But they discovered in despair that their self-destruction could not cause any harm to the ghost army before them.
They are immortal, and their bodies will emerge from the golden light again and again to join the battle, and their numbers will never decrease.
The soldiers coming down from the rear were so excited that their blood boiled. After some minor treatment for their injuries, those who were not seriously injured also rushed into the battlefield again.
Apart from anything else, fighting side by side with their heroic predecessors is enough for them to be glorious and brag about for the rest of their lives.
The battle lasted for five minutes.
Along with the Alliance Army, the last man blew himself up in despair, and it was all over.
The enemy, no one survived.
On the battlefield, the heroic spirits' cheers of victory rang out, resounding throughout the sky.
Bai Lin and Yuan Yan supported each other and stood up, then stood at attention and saluted them.
The soldiers at the base, injured and uninjured, all stood up and saluted them, their eyes filled with fervent admiration.
In the barrage, fireworks and firecrackers filled the entire screen.
[Won.] 】
We won, we won, we won! 】
[Long live our ancestors!] Long live! Long live! 】
[All foreign devils, open your eyes and see, anyone who violates my flower-growing system will be killed! It’s more than just a slogan! 】
Yes, we said it, and we can do it. 】
Lu Liuhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, propped himself up and stood up. He walked towards them step by step and smiled at them.
The Heroic Spirits also looked in her direction and their eyes met hers.
Then.
I saw her body go limp and she fell forward.
Fortunately, Bai Lin was quick to grab her waist and pulled her into his arms, shouting, "Lanyue, come here and show Liuhe."
Ming Lanyue, who was injecting healing power into Huo Jiuyuan, suddenly turned pale as paper. The hand holding his wrist began to tremble uncontrollably, and he shouted in panic, "Boss, Boss."
Bai Lin hugged Lu Liuhe and ran over nervously: "What happened to the boss?"
Yuan Yan also looked worried.
Ming Lanyue tried to calm herself down, but her hands were still shaking. She kept her mind absolutely clear and rational, and said, "I don't know. My healing power suddenly can't be input into the boss's body. There is a huge violent and chaotic energy that is rejecting my healing power."
Bai Lin held Lu Liuhe's hand and couldn't help but began to tighten it.
Lu Liuhe felt a little pain from being strangled, and he slowly opened his eyes in a fuzzy state.
Ming Lanyue continued, “I suspect that this energy was forcibly absorbed by the boss after his explosion.
After the explosion was interrupted, the energy failed to burst out and remained in his body.
If the boss doesn't find a way to consume, absorb or expel this power quickly, his body will be blown up by this energy. ”
After she finished speaking, she looked at Lu Liuhe with hope in her eyes.
At this moment, Lu Liuhe's mind was in a mess, like a tangled mess. His perception was not so clear. He vaguely heard something, but he couldn't think. He asked in a daze: "Brother Jiu, what's wrong with Brother Jiu?"
[Brother Jiu is in trouble. The energy in his body is raging and he might die. 】
[Fuck, how could this happen? What is God doing? Can’t God just let us celebrate our victory properly? 】
[Liu'er, Liu'er, are you still okay?] 】
Lu Liuhe held onto Bai Lin's arm, trying to wake himself up, mumbling to himself to encourage himself: "I can do it, I can do it, I can do it! I still have Fugen!
Hurry, hurry, hand Brother Nine over to me. Even the King of Hell can’t take his life. ”
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