Chapter 1,252 Contradiction

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Participating in the battle against the Titans, Locke's knight troops were a little surprised by this sudden mission requirement.

However, the attitude of obeying orders has been imprinted deep in the hearts of these Belen Empire knights, and these knights did not raise any objections because of this.

Moreover, with Locke as its commander and its own creatures as powerful as Dark Fighting Greymon, this knight force with only a hundred people also wanted to show off its skills in the world of Snowliners.

"I wonder how many little guys will be able to return to the wizarding world with us in the end." Locke sighed to the five earth knights in the conference room.

These knight troops all came from the second-line legions of the Beren Empire, not the main battle legions of the six generals. Many of them were newcomers who had only participated in one or two plane wars.

As the commander of these first-level knights, Locke wanted to bring them all back to the Beren Empire safely.

"With your many slave creatures, Sir, and a peak demigod like Dark Fighting Greymon sitting here, our losses can be minimized," said an Earth Knight in the conference room.

"I hope..." Locke sighed with emotion.

Soldiers are very fast. After reaching the basic conditions of cooperation with the Snowline people, Locke led the knight troops and the army of slave creatures to the snowfield battlefield in the center of the plane.

Here, nearly 200,000 Snowline people were surrounded and suppressed by 20,000 Titans.

The troop ratio reached a terrifying ten to one ratio, but they were still surrounded by the Titans.

The reason is that the Snow Line people are too weak.

Among the 200,000 Snowline warriors, only 10% have reached level one or above, and their strength levels are uneven.

On the other hand, although the Titans' giant corps is small in number, they are all powerful warriors of level one or above.

There are even more second-level Bronze Titans and third-level Silver Titans, and there are even three demigod-level Golden Titans.

In front of such a powerful Titan Legion, these Snowline rebels looked like a bunch of rabble.

But now, this ragtag group has new foreign aid.

"Help you open a hole?" Standing on the back of the mutated cow Gegelon, Locke looked at the elder of the Snowline people beside him.

"Yes, our warriors have been besieged by those hateful giants for many days. If they are not rescued, I'm worried..." the Snowline elder said with a sad face.

Under the joint command of the three golden titans, the main force of the Snowline people was trapped in the central snowfield. If Locke did not rush to lead his army to rescue, I am afraid that the final fate of these Snowline people soldiers would be to be eaten by the giants!

Yes, eat it!

Locke finally knew the real reason for the irreconcilable conflict between the Snowline clan and the Titan clan.

In the face of the suppression and enslavement of the Beren Empire, these Snowline people were able to surrender.

But after the arrival of the more powerful Titans, these Snowline people actually rose up to resist. The main reason for the huge contrast between the Snowline people was that the giants of the Titans were extremely keen on the 'food' of the Snowline people.

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Central snowfield.

Behind them is the sacred snow peak in the hearts of hundreds of millions of Snowline people in the Snowline plane. The Snowline people, who are surrounded by the Titans' giant soldiers, send out their loudest cry to these arrogant and powerful invaders.

"Come on! Kill these hateful giants!" A Snowline man with an intermediate level of strength roared.

Behind him, one after another'skinny' Snowline warriors, only one to two meters in size, charged towards the Titan Protoss giants who were all over ten meters in size.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "..."

Every step he took left a wide footprint in the snowfield. The giant warriors of the Titan Protoss stretched out their ruthless iron hands towards these delicious foods.

"Let me go! Let me go!" A Snowline soldier twisted his body and shouted.

However, the first-level giant who grabbed it like an insect didn't care about the little guy's mosquitoes.

"Ah..." Opening his big mouth, this first-level Titan with low intelligence threw the Snowline warrior into his mouth.

Like falling into a dark and deep bottomless pit, after being swallowed by the first-level Titan, the voice of this Snowliner warrior gradually became quiet.

This is just a corner of the battlefield, but gluttonous feasts like this are still happening in other places on the battlefield.

Rather than saying that these Snowline warriors were being surrounded and annihilated by the Titan Legions, it was better to say that they were actually being gradually eaten by the Titan Legions.

Of the 200,000 Snowline warriors, nearly 80,000 have become part of the giant body of the Titan Protoss.

As for the ordinary Snowline people in the Snowline plane, I am afraid that more than a million of them have been poisoned by these terrifying giants.

After all, judging from the giants' average height of ten meters, they can swallow at least five or six snow liners as food a day.

Of course, there were not only sacrifices that took place on the snowfield battlefield, but also many victories that boosted the momentum of the Snowline people.

At least three thousand Titan clan giants have buried their bones in the snowfield. This is the result of countless snowline people's lives.

Silver Titan Asel, in the central snowfield battlefield of the Snowline Plane, is the temporary commanding officer of the Titan Protoss Corps responsible for the frontal attack.

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This is a powerful fire-attributed Titan, and more than a thousand Snowline people have died under its hands.

Moreover, this is also a Titan who is extremely keen on feeding on people on the snow line.

In addition to completing the tasks assigned to it by Lord Hephaestus, the great god of fire and craftsmanship, Asel's biggest motivation for fighting in this plane is these delicious snow liners.

"Brother, why hasn't it come back? What really happened over there in the Demiplane of Difficult Water Vapor?" Holding a first-level Snowliner warrior in his hand, Asel took a hard bite, and liquid splashed all over his mouth.

It's cold and has a hint of sweetness. Asel really loves the taste of Xuexian's flesh and blood.

Because the blood color of the Snow Line people is translucent and white, the scene of eating them raw did not give people too scary an impact.

The upper body was bitten off in one bite, and this first-level Snowline warrior was already dead.

Judging from the ice spear tightly held in his right hand, this warrior did not give up resistance until his death.

This was a respectable warrior, but his weakness caused his death.

Its ultimate fate was to become a puddle of disgusting feces in Asel's stomach.

"Lord Athel, a huge army has appeared in the southwest of us. They seem to be knights and slave creatures from the wizarding world." A bronze titan flew to Athel and reported.

"Weren't those knights and magicians beaten away? Why are there still remnants in this plane?" Asel asked after throwing the first-level snowline man with only half of his body into his mouth and chewing it.

"I don't know, but this sudden army consists mostly of slave creatures, and the number of knights is relatively small." The Bronze Titan reported all the news it had obtained from its investigation.

The movements in his mouth never stopped. Asel's commanding ability was not as good as that of his older brother, the Golden Titan Anel, and he was able to obtain the status of temporary commander, which was also appointed by his brother when he left.

Otherwise, judging from the more than ten Silver Titans present on the frontal battlefield, the title of temporary commander would not fall on him, a Silver Titan who performed mediocrely in all aspects.

"Sir, do you need to report to Socrates and Plato?" the bronze titan asked tentatively.

Socrates and Plato are both golden titans of the Titan race in the Snowline plane.

Like Agnel, he was assigned by Hephaestus, the god of fire and craftsman, to suppress and enslave this micro-plane.

"Of course not!" Asel refused without thinking.

The Titans are also divided into factions, ranging from alliances between gods to battles between ordinary Titans.

As long as they belong to the category of intelligent creatures, struggles and conflicts will always be inevitable.

Asel has no conflict with the two golden titans, but his brother Agnel has a deep rift with those two colleagues.

The two golden titans were afraid of Agnel's power, and Agnel also resented the fact that these two guys of the same level always made things difficult for him.

Therefore, in ordinary wars, Agnel led his troops to fight and never had much communication with the two Golden Titans.

This time, the decision to encircle the Snowline army was made by Hephaestus, the god of fire and craftsman, when he left this star field. He personally ordered it and prompted the three golden titans to work together to complete it.

"How many specific numbers do they have?" Asser asked.

There is a semi-god-level brother who teaches me that he is not as completely reckless as he appears.

If the number of enemies reaches a level that he cannot deal with, Asel will choose to call his brother back.

"The number is roughly six thousand, and most of them are slave creatures. The number of those knights is relatively rare. The number of people detected so far is less than a hundred." The Bronze Titan replied.

"Humph! With this small number, it won't be a problem at all! There are nearly 10,000 giant warriors on the front of our battlefield!" Asel said arrogantly.

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The army of mutated beast slaves was released by Locke.

To this day, Locke is extremely grateful that when he went to the Fenglan plane to practice hard, he handed over the Shura field to Xia Qian, the housekeeper woman.

A large part of the slave creatures that now swarm in the army of mutated beasts were purchased by Xia Qian through her business channels on the east and west coasts.

It is this sufficient army of slave creatures that can support Locke to fight in the world of snow liners.

Otherwise, relying only on the one hundred knights of the Beren Empire, there would be too little he could do.

"Is the floating ship hidden?" Locke asked his knights using the knight's medal to conceal themselves.

"It's hidden, and many magic restrictions have been placed using the props you gave me." A knight in the Order of Knights replied.

When the war was about to begin, Locke did not forget to arrange the escape route for himself and others. This was driven by his consistent style and cautious character.

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