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C593 Zhang Xing like a God



C593 Zhang Xing like a God

0Article 593. The god-like Zhang Xing    
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The scene changed. The Union Army of the Empire of Newco kept compressing the defensive line, continuously retreating in an orderly manner.    

    

Two hundred Dragon Warrior and Zhan Long stood at the front of the formation, irritated.    

    

If it wasn't for Dragon Warrior's restriction, these two hundred Fifth Rank Giant dragon would have long rushed towards the Demon beast army.    

    

In their eyes, these low grade Devil Beast had seriously challenged the dignity of the dragon race. Even if they were only the sub-dragons, they would still protect the dignity of the dragon race.    

    

At this moment, all the Demon beast army had crossed the dividing line. They had already compressed the Newco Coalition to the point that it could no longer retreat. Besides fleeing, they could only fight with their backs against the water.    

    

The Demon beast army that was moving forward seemed to have heard an order. All of them immediately stopped their footsteps and flapped their wings, waiting quietly.    

    

Swoosh!    

    

The Demon Beast Legion in the sky and on the ground were in sync. At the same time, they separated to both sides, creating a path.    

    

This action shocked all the soldiers of the two countries. They could see that the Devil Beast had not gone through strict training, but was even more formal than the regular army.    

    

They could not imagine what kind of existence could make them surrender in such a manner.    

    

The eyes of all the soldiers of the two armies turned towards the passageway that opened up between heaven and earth.    

    

Zhang Xing, who was wearing a black robe, stood on the white dragon head and slowly flew out of the passageway.    

    

All the soldiers of the Martialism could not suppress the excitement in their hearts. They could only feel the hot blood in their bodies surging towards the head.    

    

Their noses ached, and their tears burst forth with a loud bang. They could not help but surge out.    

    

These tears represented a kind of emotion. Those who had never been on the battlefield could not understand it. Those who had not experienced the friendship between comrades could not understand it, and those who had not experienced the test of life and death could not understand it.    

    

Zhang Xing was the embodiment of their feelings. Because, every Soldiers and every general would think of themselves as that... person!    

    

This was the hero complex in everyone's heart!    

    

Worship or worship!    

    

At the moment when everyone was in despair, everyone hoped that they could have the strength to turn the tide, hoping that they could stand out to save everyone and save them from danger.    

    

However, that was only their imagination. There was no such person in history, at least not within the range of their knowledge.    

    

Zhang Xing's appearance was the hero in their hearts that had turned into reality.    

    

"Zhang Xing! Zhang Xing! Zhang Xing!"    

    

A deep and firm voice came from the hearts of the soldiers. As more and more people joined in, a portion of them made another move.    

    

Every time they shouted, they would stomp the ground with right foot.    

    

"Zhang Xing!"    

    

"Boom!"    

    

"Zhang Xing!"    

    

"Boom!"    

    

“...”    

    

There were less than a hundred thousand people left, including the Supreme Commander Prat. Clan Head, President of the Guild, and the other generals all lowered their hands and joined in the shouting.    

    

In an instant, Zhang Xing's name resounded in the sky above the battlefield, as well as the sound of the armor on the soldiers' bodies, as well as the trembling of the earth.    

    

Zhang Xing was also a man of blood and flesh, and he was deeply moved by such a hot-blooded scene.    

    

The words protect the country and defend surfaced in his mind. Although the Martialism was not his native home, he could feel this feeling from every soldier.    

    

He could feel the determination to rather die standing than live kneeling.    

    

He wasn't a war maniac, nor was he ambitious. He didn't want to use the power in his hands to expand his territory and become a Kaiser from another world.    

    

He just wanted to raise a few dragons and see this magical world.    

    

However, there were some people who didn't want him to be stable. Then you can forget about being safe. At most, you can just fight. Who was afraid of who?!    

    


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