Chapter 1335
My Empire Chapter 1335
2021-01-06
Chapter 1335 1337 New GraveWhen a team of white clothed Swordsman hangs long swords around their waists, with curiosity When they looked at this new world, what caught their eyes was the tomb that was densely packed hastily buried.
There are tombstones cut out of wood everywhere, with one name after another written on the tombstones, and they are arranged on the side of the road.
"What's the matter?" A Swordsman who had just arrived on Planet Hope 2, frowned looked at the tombstone under his feet, and asked in disbelief.
He is really unimaginable, what kind of enemy can make his same sect pay such a terrible price.
"Here... at least there are more than 100 new graves, right?" A female Swordsman complexion pale, looking at the graves one after another, lowered her voice and said.
"But... we, we are, where did we go?" A young male Swordsman turned his head and looked at the "bridge" beam of light not far behind him, in disbelief. Whispered.
This team of white clothed Swordsman has just come out of the Cambridge of the Heavenly Sword God Sect not long ago, they have not even looked at this world in front of them, they saw these unpleasant new graves.
"Let's go, maybe it was transported here and buried here, just to remind us not to underestimate the enemy." A Swordsman glanced at the graves by the roadside and continued on.
Several Swordsman heard his words and packed up their moods and continued to follow the crowd.
Above their heads, the flying boats that transported Swordsman passed one by one, carrying the fully loaded Swordsman further afield.
Above the flying boat, a Swordsman was lying on the side of the boat, looking at the ground under his feet, he saw fragmentary boulders sticking to the ground in the distance, which obviously did not form naturally.
Of course, he didn't know that these boulders were actually the "corpse" of a sword edge. He couldn't imagine what a terrifying scene would be when a sword edge was shattered.
At the height where the flying boat passed by, he still couldn't see some details on the ground, and he didn't know that what he was passing was the graveyard of Sword God Sect Swordsman.
The Swordsman, walking on the ground, finally began to realize that something was wrong. They could see some sword edge fragments, because some broken glazed tiles and broken giant tree red pillars could be seen on some of the rubble, all of which they were all too familiar with.
A Swordsman walked to a stone, reached out and stroked the floating soil on it, then looked towards the same sect behind him, and said, "This is a whole piece of Spirit Stone...it's on the sword edge. The only thing I can use."
"Its energy is completely depleted... The peak protection formation is broken!" Another Swordsman also recognized this stone, if the energy is not exhausted , there should be a faint light on the stone.
But now, this stone is just lying here, dull, almost as little as an ordinary stone. If it wasn't for the many Spirit Stones that had exhausted spiritual power, these Swordsman might not be able to identify them.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!" A young Swordsman hurried over, standing behind the two Swordsman, cup one fist in the other hand and said, "There is another cemetery over there... Bigger, fundamental, no end at all."
Swordsman slightly frowned upon hearing the same sect report, and then walked over quickly with someone. Going around a boulder stuck in the ground, they saw another new cemetery.
There were also some fallen branches with white flags tied to them. Because of the impact of the boulders, many tombs were destroyed.
Some white clothes can still be vaguely seen in the soil, as well as some buried Broken Sword or other messy things.
What shocked them even more was that there were some corpses of white clothed Swordsman waiting for burial not far away, apparently no one paid any attention to them.
"Exposing the corpse in the wilderness?..." This thought appeared in my mind, making the white clothed Swordsman's face even more ugly. The Sword God Sect has a tradition of placing the corpse of the same sect, and it is rare to see such a corpse left unattended.
Unless...
He walked over quickly and saw a Swordsman standing beside the corpse, sitting on a rock in a daze.
"What's the matter... Where did so many corpses come from?" Walking in front of the dazed Swordsman, among the new Swordsman, the highest-ranking male Swordsman asked.
The Swordsman, who was sitting on the stone guarding the corpses, lifted the head and replied with a wry smile: "There are too many dead people to be buried. You are finally here, help me, Bury these same sect corpses on the spot."
"Impossible! We're here to fight, there's no time to pay attention to this!" A newly arrived Swordsman coldly snorted argued.
"Ha... don't worry, don't worry... soon, you will understand!" The Swordsman, who was guarding the corpses, shook the head, withdrew his gaze, looked towards the corpses and continued to be in a daze.
In his opinion, these new same sects don't know the terrifying of this world! They haven't seen those terrifying explosions, haven't seen the light of destroying heaven extinguishing earth, haven't heard that deafening sound.
10,000 sect disciples, most of them have become corpses before they actually fight the enemy face to face.
This is the most brutal war he has ever seen! Compared with the war in the past, those wars in the past may not even be considered a joke!
Only after experiencing all this, will you understand that this is not the Heavenly Paradise of the Sword God Sect at all, it may be a hell, a life-devouring...terrifying hell!
There is a smell of dust in the air, after all, the fall of a mountain is not an insignificant trivial matter.
Those destroyed graveyards are still surrounded by endless graveyards. The death of thousands of people is not a trivial matter for the Sword God Sect.
"We want justice for the dead same sect!" Looking at the graves in front of him, a female Swordsman clenched her teeth and clenched her fists fiercely.
"That's right! We want to get justice for these same sects who died in battle!" Another male Swordsman shouted loudly as he shared the same hatred.
Their shouts filled the entire marching team with a tragic atmosphere. Every day, the Disciple of Sword God Sect made up their minds to punish those damned enemies properly.
"Speed up! Master is alive, speed up!" A high-level Swordsman flew in the air, loudly conveying the message.
The Swordsman team walking on the ground, no longer in the mood to look at the graves buried on the roadside, began to run forward rapidly.
(end of this chapter)