Chapter 1808: Movement of the Clouds!
Chapter 1808: Movement of the Clouds!
Editor: Atlas Studios After arriving at the main islandaEUR Ye Luange and the others quickly arrived at the palace hall.
King of Creation glanced at everyone and said, “Brothers, there are still three days before the battle!
Time is of the essence, so I won't waste my breath!
Now, immediately contact all the organizations that have submitted to our Holy Imperial Court and get everyone to meet up!” “Yes!” Xiang Kunlun and the others replied in unison.
Song Zhixin took out her phone and called the Hidden Alliance.
Xiao Ziyun called Violet.
Dark Baron called the Blood Race.
Heavenly Sirius called the werewolves.
The others did not hesitate and made calls one after another.
As Xiang Kunlun and the others made calls one after another!
All the major organizations in the Dark World moved when they heard the news!
Antarctic Continent.
The cold wind was fierce and the weather was cold.
It was currently extremely dark in Antarctica.
The night was as dark as ink and filled with stars.
At this moment.
More than 300 steel battleships were docked on the shore.
Blue flags embroidered with the golden word “Hidden” fluttered in the wind!
On the deck stood more than 200,000 people.
All of them had cold expressions and exuded a murderous aura!
On the leading battleship, there were ten outstanding and domineering men and women standing at the front of the deck!
They were the ten kings of the hidden alliance!
Divine Punishment Sword Master, Demon Hunter, Monarch of the Night, King of Berserkers, Pharaoh, Demon Lord of the Underworld, King of Thunder, Queen of the Sea, Heavenly Fire Battle God, Ice Soul Queen!
King of Berserkers glanced at everyone present and asked in a shocked voice, “Is everyone here?” “Everyone is here!!!” More than two hundred thousand people responded in unison.
“Very good!” The King of Berserkers nodded and waved his hand, “Let's go to the Holy Imperial Court!” The moment he gave the order!
More than 300 battleships activated at the same time and sailed majestically towards the Holy Imperial CourtaEUR Atlantic Ocean.
In a hidden sea area.
It was daytime.
In the Kingdom of Magic.
At a port, more than a hundred battleships were docked.
There were more than a hundred thousand people standing on the battleship.
These more than 100,000 people were all mages with combat strength in the Kingdom of Magic.
Golden flags embroidered with black lion heads fluttered in the wind!
The king of the Kingdom of Magic, Alves, was standing on the leading battleship.
Apart from Alves, there were also ten elders standing on the deck.
Holding his scepter, Alves glanced at everyone and said loudly, “Everyone, the ultimate battle of the Dark World has arrived!
All the organizations in the Dark World cannot avoid this battle, and the Kingdom of Magic is no exception!
However, I firmly believe that under the lead of the Divine Emperor, we will definitely be able to defeat the Holy Light Church, the Heavenly Shrine, the Hell Fiend Palace, and other large organizations!
As long as they defeated them, the Dark World would welcome peace and stability again!
Are you all ready?” “Ready!” More than 100,000 people responded in shock.
“Ok!” Alves raised the scepter in his hand and pointed into the distance.
“Let's go to the Holy Imperial Court and meet up with everyone!” The moment he gave the order!
More than a hundred battleships started moving at the same time, heading straight for the headquarters of the Holy Imperial CourtaEUR Near the Arctic Circle.
At the headquarters of the God Slaying Temple.
Fifty warships were docked on the shore of the main island.
Black flags embroidered with silver butcher knives fluttered in the wind.
There were more than 60,000 people standing on the warship.
Every one of them was strong and imposing.
On the leading battleship stood a tall and sturdy figure.
It was Evil Butcher.
Evil Butcher raised the long saber in his hand and said loudly, “Brothers, the ultimate battle of the Dark World has officially begun!
The Holy Light Pope, the Heavenly God Emperor, and the Hell Fiend Emperor want to destroy us and unify the entire Dark World.
What should we do?” “Fight!” “Fight!” “Fight!” More than 60,000 people raised their weapons and shouted.
“Very good!” Evil Butcher's blood boiled as he said in a clear voice, “Then let us follow the Divine Emperor and fight him to the point of turning the world upside down, creating a bright future for the Dark World!” “Kill!
Kill!
Kill!” Everyone raised their arms and shouted again.
“Let's go!” Evil Butcher waved the long saber in his hand and let out a deafening roar.
“Let's go!!!” The others also shouted.
More than 50 battleships activated at the same time and headed for the headquarters of the Holy Imperial CourtaEUR On the Island of Ice not far from the headquarters of the God Slaying Temple.
Reykja Port.
There were more than a hundred battleships docked on the shore.
Black flags embroidered with blood-colored demons fluttered in the sea breeze.
These flags represented the Blood Race.
Every battleship was filled with more than 100,000 people.
A group of people stood on the leading battleship.
The leader was the current patriarch, Augustus.
Augustus's daughter, Lilith, as well as the Blood Race elder Hazeline, Nikolas, Bruch, and company stood behind him.
On the shore stood many women, children, and children of the Blood Race.
His family was about to go on an expedition, so they all rushed over to send him off.
At this moment.
A clansman ran over from afar and jumped onto the leading battleship.
The clansman knelt on one knee and said respectfully, “Patriarch, everyone has gathered!” “Very good!” Augustus nodded and was about to give the order.
A powerful voice came from afar.
“Mr.
Augustus, how about we travel together?” Upon hearing this voiceaEUR Augustus and the others turned to look.
More than 80 battleships drove over from afar.
The battleship was filled with more than 80,000 people.
Everyone was wearing all kinds of armor and holding weapons.
They looked majestic and domineering.
The armor was engraved with the Demon Dragon totem with wings.
The fluttering flags were also embroidered with the Demon Dragon Totem.
On the leading battleship stood a figure.
It was the old patriarch of the Demon Dragon Clan, Hopkins.
He was wearing black armor and holding a huge black sword.
His grayish-white curly hair fluttered.
Although he was already old, his aura was still sharp and domineering.
Augustus smiled and said, “Mr.
Hopkins, why are you here?” Hopkins said, “After our Demon Dragon race received a call from the Holy Imperial Court, we quickly mobilized our people to prepare!
Mr.
Augustus, why don't we travel together?
This way, we can chat and drink along the way.
How about that?”
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