PFC Chapter 278: Flame Pillar
Chapter 278: Flame Pillar
In the foggy area on the border of Daxia, a hazy and mysterious atmosphere shrouds the land.
The fog is like a thick gray curtain, covering the entire area tightly, as if hiding endless secrets and dangers.
When the wind blows, the mist sways gently, making a slight "rustling" sound, which makes people shudder.
In this fog, a pair of blood-red eyes, like the eyes of a demon from hell, slowly emerged from the fog.
These eyes emitted a strange red light, as if burning with flames of anger and murderous intent.
They flickered in the mist like two burning fireballs, giving people a sense of invisible terror.
The appearance of these eyes seemed to foreshadow the coming of a disaster.
Followed by a terrifying roar, the sound was low and gloomy, as if it was a roar coming from the depths of hell.
It penetrated the fog and echoed throughout the border area, causing the surrounding air to vibrate.
The roar was filled with murderous intent and anger, as if venting endless hatred.
Immediately afterwards, a huge figure rushed out from the fog.
Its movements were swift and decisive, like a beast rushing out of the darkness.
Its body was barely visible in the mist, but its powerful aura could not be ignored.
Behind this huge figure, a huge hole seemed to be torn in the fog, and countless bloodthirsty figures surged out like a tide.
These figures were looming in the fog, like evil spirits emerging from hell, carrying a creepy murderous aura.
Their movements are swift and violent, as if driven by an invisible force, and every movement is full of aggressiveness.
Among these figures, some are as tall as mountains, with muscular bodies, like giant beasts from ancient times;
Some are agile, like ghosts in the night, silent yet extremely deadly.
Their eyes flashed with blood-red light, like burning flames, revealing a desire for blood.
As they rushed out, the fog was stirred more violently, as if the whole world was shaken by their momentum.
The air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood, as if foreshadowing that a bloody massacre was about to begin.
These figures shuttled through the fog, their roars and roars intertwined to form a terrifying symphony.
On the other side of the fog, the defense line of Daxia border has been on high alert.
The figures of the heavily armored soldiers appeared particularly resolute and serious at the edge of the fog.
Their uniforms gleamed with metallic luster, showing how well-equipped they were.
Each soldier held a sharp straight knife in his hand, the blade reflecting a cold light in the dim light, as if ready to meet the upcoming battle at any time.
There was no trace of fear in their expressions, only determination and resoluteness, and their eyes flashed with loyalty to their mission and fearlessness towards the enemy.
In front of these soldiers stood a particularly eye-catching figure in military uniform.
The collar of his military uniform was pulled low, revealing his solid chest muscles, showing the strong physique shaped by his long-term military training and exercise.
His posture seemed exceptionally calm, one hand tightly gripping the straight knife, the handle of the knife in his hand seemed to be integrated with him, ready to strike a fatal blow at any time.
There was a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke slowly rose from the corner of his mouth, forming a unique landscape in the fog.
"Mysterious——Bloodthirsty Demon Giant!!!"
Zhao Kongcheng's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to come from his chest, full of shock.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, as if he was confirming some important information.
His eyes were fixed on the depths of the fog, as if he was looking for the terrifying creatures that were about to rush out.
As his words fell, Zhao Kongcheng acted swiftly and decisively.
He lowered his head slightly, gently spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, then raised his foot and stomped the cigarette butt hard on the ground.
This step seemed to carry an unquestionable determination and strength. The cigarette butt was instantly extinguished under his feet, leaving only a wisp of light smoke slowly dissipating in the air.
Although his movements were simple, they revealed the decisiveness and majesty of a soldier.
There was a hint of seriousness in his eyes, as if telling everyone how dangerous and powerful the enemy they were about to face was.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a cold smile, which was filled with anticipation and fearlessness for the upcoming battle.
"Protect the people of Daxia! Protect the mountains and rivers of Daxia!"
Zhao Kongcheng's voice echoed over the border like thunder. His voice was full of determination and heroism, and every word seemed to be knocking on the hearts of the soldiers.
There was a fiery light in his eyes, as if burning with love for this land and loyalty to his mission.
His voice echoed in the fog, as if announcing the beginning of a defensive battle.
"The Flame Legion!!!"
Zhao Kongcheng's voice sounded again, with an unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if he was calling his subordinates.
His eyes swept over the soldiers behind him, and every soldier's face showed a firm and resolute expression.
They knew that at this moment, they would fight for the glory of Daxia.
"All troops attack!!!"
Zhao Kongcheng's voice was as passionate as a war drum. He raised his arms high and then swung them forward suddenly, as if to start the battle.
There was a fearless light in his eyes, as if telling all the soldiers that they would face the approaching enemy fearlessly.
"kill!!!"
Zhao Kongcheng's loud shout was like a sharp sword, piercing the foggy silence.
There was a determination and courage in his voice, as if declaring victory in the battle.
His body leaned forward slightly, and the straight knife in his hand flashed coldly in the sunlight, as if waiting for a fight with the enemy.
"Crack!!!"
Following Zhao Kongcheng's order, the iron army behind him moved like a long steel dragon.
They charged forward in unison, their movements coordinated, like a sophisticated war machine.
Every soldier held his weapon tightly, his eyes full of determination and fearlessness.
Their footsteps echoed in the mist, as if announcing their arrival.
This army rushed towards the bloodthirsty giant that emerged from the fog like an unstoppable force.
Their momentum was like a rainbow, as if they were going to tear into pieces any enemy that stood in their way.
Zhao Kongcheng stood at the front of the team, his figure like a mountain, firm and unshakable.
There was a fearless light in his eyes, as if telling everyone that they would fight for the glory of Daxia.
Zhao Kongcheng's whole body was instantly surrounded by a blazing flame, as if a raging fire was burning inside his body.
The flames rolled on the surface of his body, forming dazzling red lights that seemed to ignite the air around him.
There was a gleam of determination in his eyes, as if he was ready for battle.
“This knife!!!”
Zhao Kongcheng's voice was as passionate as a war drum, and his voice was full of strength and determination.
His arm was raised high, and the straight knife in his hand flashed a strange light under the reflection of the flames.
His eyes were fixed on the front, and those bloodthirsty giants that rushed out of the fog seemed to have become the souls of the dead under his sword.
"Demon slaying!"
There was an unquestionable majesty in Zhao Kongcheng's voice, as if declaring that no evil would be tolerated under his sword.
His body leaned forward slightly, and the straight knife in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air, as if to cut off all evil.
"Fire-[Eradication of Life and Flashing Moon]!"
There was a shocking power in Zhao Kongcheng's voice, as if he was summoning some powerful force.
The raging flames around his body instantly merged with the forbidden element [Shock Wave] in his body, forming a powerful killing move.
This killing move combines the heat of the blazing fire and the coldness of the forbidden ruins [The Flashing Moon of Annihilation], as if it is a perfect combination of two extreme forces.
Zhao Kongcheng stepped forward, his movements swift and decisive.
He swung the straight knife in his hand, and a black and blood-red crescent of flames forty to fifty meters long burst out from the blade, cutting through the sky like lightning.
The shape of this crescent is flawless, as if it is the sharpest weapon in nature.
Its color is that chilling blood red, as if it contains endless murderous intent.
In an instant, the crescent moon cut in half dozens of bloodthirsty giants that rushed out of the fog like cutting rice.
The bodies of these demon giants were instantly cut off by the sharp edge of the crescent moon, and their blood sprayed in the air, forming streams of blood-red rain mist.
The already tense nerves of the soldiers of the Xinhuo Corps behind Zhao Kongcheng were completely ignited at this moment.
When they saw Zhao Kongcheng's earth-shattering sword strike, they seemed to see the dawn of hope.
Their morale was instantly boosted, and a hint of excitement and excitement appeared on their originally serious faces.
Their eyes sparkled with admiration for the general and a desire to fight, as if they were ready to fight for the glory of the general and Daxia.
"General's Divine Power!!!"
The soldiers' shouts surged like waves, their voices filled with admiration and trust for Zhao Kongcheng.
Their voices echoed across the border, as if declaring their determination and courage.
Their bodies leaned forward slightly, weapons tightly gripped in their hands as they rushed towards the enemy.
Each soldier was like a lit beacon, instantly activating the flame of fire in his body.
Their bodies were surrounded by a layer of blazing flames, which rolled on the surface of their bodies, as if the fire in their hearts was burning.
The long swords in their hands whistled, and the blades drew sharp tracks in the air, as if they wanted to cut off all enemies that blocked their way.
These soldiers moved swiftly and decisively, their bodies as agile as jackals, tigers and leopards, and every movement was full of power and speed.
They took a deep breath, and the power of the fire in their bodies was instantly activated, as if a blazing flame was burning in their bodies.
This power quickly spread to their limbs and bones, wrapping their bodies in layers of scorching flames.
Not only did these flames not burn them, but instead turned into solid and powerful fire armor that tightly wrapped their bodies.
Their armor gleamed brightly in the flames, as if forged from the hottest flames.
Red lines flowed on the surface of the armor. These lines were like veins of flame, constantly flashing with light, showing the powerful strength of the armor.
The soldiers' movements became more swift and decisive, and there was a fearless light in their eyes, as if they were ready for the upcoming battle.
The soldiers held sharp long swords in their hands. With the power of the fire, the blades of these long swords were surrounded by a layer of hot flames.