Doomsday Hunter

Isabella, who was praised, was very happy. She had a breast that was not fully developed but was much bigger than Lin Yin.

The homework she was writing seemed to be beyond the high school curriculum. In addition to basic subjects such as history, mathematics and biology, there is a lot of extraordinary knowledge.

Obviously, this 16-year-old girl is the future successor chosen by Yang Qixin.

This is a girl who is very similar to Yang Qixin, at least in terms of IQ. Even if she hadn't been to school in the last few years, she quickly mastered the high school curriculum and went to the Magic Academy with the support of the Far Travel Chamber of Commerce. Advanced study of history, society and economy.

And Isabella learns super power very quickly. Now he is a level seven powerhouse, and his mastery of alchemy and elemental magic has reached an advanced level.

But to be a good leader, intelligence is secondary. The key lies in whether you have the ability and willingness to shoulder responsibility, and whether you can make your subordinates follow your personal charm.

The latter can be derived from blood, master-disciple inheritance, political program... In short, it is to let others recognize you.

Seeing Isabella continuing to do her homework, Charlie's expression showed a little worry.

These concerns are for Her Lady Queen.

She went to the abyss and said that she was going to fight against the death of all things.

In fact, at this moment, the victory or defeat has nothing to do with Yang Qixin. It only depends on whether Li Le can stop the death of all things and this large group of bones.

The gray fog encapsulated the power of the seeds of the world, and Li Le, who was at the pinnacle of the ninth level, was barely equal in the face of the death of all things in the underworld. Behind him, Xiaoyu and Lin Yin held greed and laziness respectively, allowing the power of the abyss to penetrate more into the world.

In the face of such a large and abstract enemy, Li Le was somewhat at a loss.

It's like a tiger eating the sky.

It would be much better to have Yang Qixin or Beth Lai, their abilities are more suitable for dealing with such enemies.

In other words, Li Le and the others need a mage.

However, the outside world, in the stronghold of the dead bird. The Bone Priest has no one to stop him, and he is killing the Quartet.

Although it has been entangled with the Church of Death for many years, the real development of the Death Bird was after the Church of the Grey Mist split. This period of time is simply not enough for them to cultivate many strong and usable troops.

Among the dead birds, only one old crow, who was dying on the hospital bed, was considered to be in the eighth grade, and there were only a dozen or so in the seventh grade. Compared to those villages and towns, it is really strong. But this level of **** of a city is a bit reluctant.

The Bone Priest can reach the level of the beginning of the ninth level after turning on God's Arrival. Naturally, these guys can't stop it.

In the base, human specimens stood up one after another and rushed towards the white bone priest, only to be nailed by bone spurs. He strolled leisurely towards the Styx River controlled by the death bird, and the black robe fluttered in the rolled up sand.

"In the desert, wearing black is a very stupid thing." The old crow coughed twice: "Of course, you are not afraid of death, so why are you afraid of heat?"

He was still lying on the bed, pushed here by Dr. Weiss.

"Then why are you wearing black?" The bone priest took off his hood and looked at the old crow with interest.

The face that grew together with the mask shook his head gently: "That's to avoid your pursuit and hide in the crowd. Cough, cough, by the way, when did you know the location of this stronghold?"

"About a few months ago." The Bone Priest didn't seem to be in a hurry, and chatted with the old crow here.

"Well, it looks like I haven't failed too much." The old crow sighed, with a few feathers floating from his body, "Even if you cut off this Styx, the people inside can find other ways to get out. So I advise you Stop fussing."

Bone Priest: "How old are you this year?"

"Eighty-four. Cough, cough." The old crow smiled: "I was a very good doctor before the establishment of the People's Federation."

"If you grow old like this, you should die."

"How can human beings bow to death? We have been fighting against death in our lives. The snow monsters in the north are heading south, which may cause all human beings to die. So I think it is reasonable to use your underworld to fill the abyss."

I don't know if it's a flashback, but the old man's speech was much faster, and he didn't pause or cough.

"Maybe it's reasonable. But our Church of Death is not the Salvation Army, and we don't have the spirit of selfless devotion to all mankind." The priest said, the muscles and skin of his face melted quickly, revealing the bones: "And you, this group has been hindering the spread of our Lord. A glorious guy, it's not a pity to die."

Facing the strong aura of the Bone Priest, the old crow just adjusted the inclination of the bed with trembling hands.

Crow feathers scattered all over the place.

In the base, a patient with tubes inserted all over his body got up.

An Inhuman so deformed that he lost the ability to speak began to move with twisted limbs.

A man who lost his limbs and was tied into a mummy fluttered by mental power.

A half-corpse twilight old man walked slowly.

Only the skeleton's face remained unchanged in the Bone Priest. It was normal for the dead bird to be entangled with the Church of Death for so many years.

But just relying on these few dying people who temporarily reached the eighth level is far from his opponent.

On the contrary, the strict defense of this group of guys proved their judgment - this Styx is not simple. Possibly the key to turning the tide.

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Outside Storm City.

The snow monsters charged south one after another.

Of course, it is impossible for the total of 300,000 human troops to gather in one city. They are scattered among the countless defense projects that are based on this city and go deep into the snowfield, and they are blocking the group of snow monsters.

"At this juncture, the most rational choice should be to take the initiative to retreat to the south. Exchange space for time. There is a disadvantage here, but we can get it back elsewhere."

Cao Andong sat in a military camp and said to Liu Lie.

Liu Lie: "I don't think General Jupiter would agree."

"Because he made an oath, he can't step back." Cao Andong smiled bitterly: "It's just strategically speaking, it doesn't make much sense."

An isolated city suspended in the snow field and difficult to supply, it is indeed commendable to hold it for so long.

But it is also very irrational. How many lives have to be paid for this piece of land?

The land is lost, the people and the land are lost. People lose ground, people and land survive. This is a theory that teachers in the People's Federation Military Academy will repeatedly emphasize.

I heard that Jupiter's grades in school were relatively average.

Forget it, I'm not the main general, so there's no need to think about it. Being able to attract the forces of the snow monsters here is also a great achievement.

Just hope other places can take advantage of this and push back.

Things are actually good now.

The glaciers in the Arctic are being eroded by the fleet of life and the corpses of the gods, the abyss in Eastern Europe is reviving, and the flames are heading north. Because the battle line is too long, there are not too many pictures on the wall of ice and snow, but there are no problems.

However, December has not yet come, and the coldest days have not yet come.

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