My Summons Are All Gods

"What is that?"

"Eighteen people?"

"Their auras are only at the early or intermediate stage of Level One."

"But why does their killing auras scare me so much?"

Marquis Anyang looked nervously at the eighteen figures around Jerry.

They did not know that they were actually Jerry's greatest trump card!

Jerry knew very well the power of the Eighteen Arhats, the fighters under the Buddha.

The ultimate fighters of Buddhism!

Eighteen people working together could kill any Level Two warrior!

It wasn't a joke.

In the current Level One world, the Eighteen Arhats were unrivalled!

Finally, the 100 civilian and official masters from various kingdoms would collide with the Eighteen Arhats.

The Eighteen Arhats formed a very mysterious formation.

Then, something shocking happened.

The moment they collided, one of the late-stage Level One warriors was actually killed in an instant!

"No! This is impossible!"

Marquis Anyang's eyes were filled with shock as he shouted.

All the generals present were shocked.

How could a group of warriors at the early-stage or intermediate stage of Level One be so powerful?

This group of people seemed to be a single entity. Their individual strength wasn't enough, but when combined, their battle prowess was enough to shock the entire world.

People were shocked that things didn't work out as they had thought.

Boom! !

A fist engulfed in golden light was thrown out.

One of the Eighteen Arhats directly killed a Peak Level One civilian warrior.

This warrior was one of the top ten great masters in the world!

However, he had been killed so easily.

A massacre, it was simply a massacre!

They didn't receive any counterattacks!

The strength of the Eighteen Arhats was terrifying.

They stood around Jerry in a circle to protect him while the Level One warriors attacked them frenziedly.

One by one, the 100 Level One warriors were all killed.

The Eighteen Arhats didn't have any weapons in their hands because their hands, feet, and even their heads were their best weapons.

They were the most lethal weapons in the world!

Spears, sabers, and swords could only make sparks on their bodies.

And when their iron fists swung down, they would pierce through the chests of a few Level One warriors or even strike their heads into their chests!

In half an hour, all the Level One warriors from the allied armies were killed by the Eighteen Arhats.

Marquis Anyang was completely stunned.

He looked at the commander platform littered with corpses, and the Eighteen Arhats, whose bodies were filled with a strange killing aura, and his heart was filled with terror.

"All...all dead?" Marquis Anyang muttered to himself, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

Their final trump card had also failed. There was no chance at all for them to win!

After the 100 Level One warriors were killed, the Eighteen Arhats flew up and charged toward the hundreds of thousands of soldiers, shattering them with punches and kicks.

Their fists and feet were the most terrifying weapons.

The horn of attack sounded at this moment.

"My army! Kill!" Hercules roared.

"Soldiers! Kill!"

Hercules, Hermes, the god of wine, and even the Greek gods who were in charge of civilian life, joined the battle in the end.

Corpses were all over the ground.

On the south border battlefield, which was dozens of miles in circumference, there were screams everywhere, and there were mutilated corpses everywhere.

The corpses piled up into a mountain, and their blood formed a river!

One day and one night!

This battle had actually lasted for an entire day and one night!

It felt as if the battle would never end!

The alliance army tried several times to break through, but in the end, they failed!

After one day and one night, the number of the alliance army dropped sharply from 1.2 million to 1 million, then to 800,000, 600,000, 400,000, 200,000...

Finally, they were all destroyed!

In the center of the battlefield, Marquis Anyang was half-kneeling on the top of a mountain of corpses that was dozens of meters high.

His gaze was dull as he looked at the corpses of his comrades, and even the corpse of his own son.

They were gone. 1,200,000 people were gone just like that!

He had never thought that he would one day be defeated so completely!

This was the entire strength of the allied kingdoms. Now that their army was wiped out, the kingdoms would soon be destroyed.

Padah! Padah! Padah!

The soldiers dispersed, and a person slowly walked over.

Wearing a black imperial robe and a crown, he walked over with the Sky Sword in his hand.

Looking at Marquis Anyang in front of him, Jerry said in a deep voice,

"You are very strong. Even after your entire army was annihilated, you insisted on fighting alone and killed many of my soldiers.

"I'll give you a chance. If you surrender and pledge allegiance to me, then I will spare your life today."

Jerry was a person who valued talent. Marquis Anyang was very talented. Whether it was in terms of individual combat strength or commanding ability in battle, he was a genius in his generation.

Jerry would be happy if Marquis Anyang submitted to him.

Even though he had the Eternal Roster, a man could never have too many talented subordinates, right?

Marquis Anyang looked at Jerry and half-knelt on the ground, smiling bitterly.

"Thank you for the kind offer, Sky Emperor, but I, Marquis Anyang, was once just a lowly slave.

"I am indebted to the Great Peace King. He lifted me from the slavery and made me a soldier. I have grown step by step and finally became Marquis Anyang.

"I will never forget such a great favor.

"After today's defeat, I'm too shameful to face the king. How can I continue to live?"

Hearing the words of the Marquis of Anyang, Jerry was surprised to learn that he had actually been born a slave. He guessed few people knew it.

After all, the famous Marquis Anyang enjoyed a status even more noble than that of a duke. Who would have thought that he was born a slave?

Marquis Anyang suddenly stood up and turned to look in the direction of the Great Peace Dynasty in the distance.

With a loud bang, his knees bent.

"If I, Marquis Anyang, have an afterlife, I am still willing to serve Great Peace!"

With that said, he swung the sharp sword to his neck!

A head flew up!

He had committed suicide!

Looking at his back, Jerry was silent for a moment, then he turned around and walked away slowly.

"Give Marquis Anyang a proper burial."

Compared to those scoundrels, Marquis Anyang was undoubtedly worthy of respect.

The war between the north and the south had come to an end.

The Sky Dynasty had obtained victory, and the entire Qingzhou had no strength to resist him.

The day to conquer the Qingzhou and establish his empire would soon arrive!