Chapter 846 The Battle of Netherworld (1st update!)
What should the war of the tree people be like?
Yi Xia didn't have a clear idea about this.
He has experienced quite a lot of extraordinary wars and witnessed the killing of countless creatures.
Their shapes are very different and different.
At the moment, he is watching two alien beings born from the same root, fighting on the body of the World Tree that created them all:
The ancient tree, which no longer exudes calmness and gentleness, is "intimately" entangled with fungi that are equally huge in size.
It is a common fight and struggle in the plant field that is difficult to notice.
It often takes at least several months or even years.
Even when "meeting an opponent", it will last for a longer period of time than a mortal thing.
Perhaps for those beings who are not "spiritual" enough, the restricted life form makes it difficult for them to know how to compromise.
That is the "stubbornness" given to them by nature...
Nowadays, under the completely different characteristics of life, this tragic enough process can be accelerated and transformed to a sufficiently rapid and violent attitude.
There is no tragic appearance of flesh and blood flying everywhere, severed limbs and remains when flesh and blood lives are fighting.
But the wildest and roughest evolution of life caused by war still allows Yi Xia, as a stranger, to feel some familiar atmosphere of war from the squirming and intertwined forest sea below.
For beings with less keen vision, they can also see the trend of war from the distinctive color changes.
There is a striking enough difference in the style of painting between the resurrected treants and those deep species.
Yi Xia's eyes, filled with endless fire, passed by the huge figures that were fighting fiercely.
The scene was too chaotic, and he was looking for a relatively suitable entry point.
But at this moment, Yi Xia's eyes suddenly condensed.
On that intricate and colorful battlefield, a huge profound life completely killed a majestic tree man.
It stood on the opponent's completely fallen corpse and let out its own low and ferocious roar toward the battlefield.
It is different from the dark painting style that Deep Life is accustomed to, and its entire body shows dangerous and colorful colors.
Although under the more distinctive painting style of the Awakening Tree Man, such beauty seems quite dim.
But at the same time, it also brought another kind of oppressive and taboo-like danger.
This appears to be a giant fungus-like life...
Yi Xia automatically ignored the tough surface that was trampled on the rock, which immediately cracked with countless spider web marks, as well as more unharmonious details.
Let’s not mention whether it has enough energy.
Just like the mirror carp's scales, which cause physical discomfort to many people, as long as they are peeled off, it can still be regarded as a popular delicacy...
So the great witch who was originally going to wave his witchcraft banner towards this foreign land temporarily slowed down his attack rhythm.
The great witch thought he had discovered a mushroom of excellent quality...
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"Roar!"
The distinct and dangerous roar of the Deep Slayer - Enemy of Resurrection - Stanchira has once again become the most dangerous voice dominating this battlefield.
Under the entangled shade of the trees, countless "tiny" figures who were fighting had their expressions change after hearing this nightmarish voice.
Even in such an anxious and tragic war, Stanchila's roar can still bring such a real and violent sense of fear.
It is the most powerful killer among the Yousui tribe, and it is also the undoubted meat grinder of war.
In the past years of war, the resurrected tree people and derived subspecies killed by Stanchira were enough to form a former regional group.
This is an unimaginably horrifying scene even for the many derived subspecies whose tolerance for war has improved.
Compared to the Resurrection Treant area, which is more peaceful due to the existence of the sun.
The deep realm that has lost its light and is always shrouded in drowsiness is inevitably intertwined with the dark concepts of more living beings.
And it is not surprising that such anomalies are born among hundreds of millions of individuals.
"That guy... killed Zhuangwei Shuzhang!"
Some subspecies glimpsed the majestic fallen ancient tree through the danger creeping above their heads.
Another guardian who has guarded a certain jungle for thousands of years returns to the embrace of the tree father...
So, this brought more panic and uneasiness.
They do not have the tough and thick bodies of the tree men, and their weak flesh can only wield weak weapons.
Just like the creeping shade overhead that looks "sluggish" and "soft".
It was an anxious fight between two magnificent giants.
It seems to have lost some strength, completely lacking the strength that a life of this level should have.
But any subspecies who has not set foot on the battlefield for the first time knows that there is enough danger to be shattered to pieces.
That is not a battle they can join and influence...
All they can do is attack the opponent's related subspecies.
Just like the entanglement of roots and vines, the strangulation of branches and sutras.
The layers are clear and orderly.
Even in the chaotic and dangerous deep areas, everything has a seemingly disordered context running through it.
When the subspecies on the opposite side heard Stanchila's roar, their morale immediately rose.
They screamed and launched a chaotic but intensive charge, as if they didn't care about the opponent's counterattack.
They have reason to believe that the mighty Stanchila's roar of victory will be their declaration of victory.
At least, they don't have to worry about the shade above them stopping squirming the next moment.
Then, the majestic torso from the invincible flesh and blood lashed out at them with a whip of destruction...
The next moment, the two groups that were already fighting closely were once again intertwined with a higher density.
In an instant, countless lives were lost.
War is the most ruthless trampling on the value of life and the depth of civilization...
And at this moment, "it's dawn"...,
The later spore poet-Illumi Zhongte recorded all the epic scenes it was fortunate enough to experience:
"At that time, I followed my comrades and were fighting with the ferocious deep monsters... Until now, I am still grateful for the skills my ancestors gave me - it allowed me to avoid the attacks of the ferocious monsters. , and let me keep the weapon in the opponent's body forever..."
"That was the end of the Deep War in 175. I even had time to get my weapon back, but the greater movement from above made the war temporarily stalled."
"The sky is burning... It is different from the warm light of the sun. It is like a flame born when the world is destroyed..."
"At that moment, I thought it was the guidance of the tree father-it was thinking about all its descendants in its eternal sleep..."
"And the next moment, I witnessed greatness in my mortal body..." (End of Chapter)