The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 174: The prelude to the flames of war (1)
The world of Yuanlu.
On an extremely vast plain with a radius of one billion miles, a huge city, unprecedented in the history of the Yuan Continent world, stands erect. Looking from a distance, the city glowed with blood in the sunlight, like an ancient giant beast entrenched on the ground.
The city wall is hundreds of miles high and 100,000 miles long and wide. Eighteen super-ranks, 895 first-ranks, seven One thousand, six hundred and thirty-five second ranks, and 49,899 elite legions assembled by third ranks.
All the dynasties took out the capital at the bottom of the box, the most elite troops of all the dynasties, they used to defend their own imperial capital, to guard the palace, to protect the safety of the emperor's relatives, and even all kinds of imperial troops. The dark guards, imperial guards and other elites of the army were all transferred over.
There are tens of billions of elite soldiers in the city, and tens of thousands of large and small ultra-long-distance teleportation formations, constantly transporting in mountains of food, wine, meat, magic stones and other logistical supplies from all over the Yuanlu world .
The city wall, which is hundreds of miles high, is impossible for ordinary soldiers to climb up if they don't have the strength to control air and fly.
With such a high city wall, any fine steel arrow thrown down from above can easily shoot more than a hundred miles, piercing through a ten-foot-thick alloy shield. As for a warrior with sufficient arm strength, any stone thrown from above at will can cause huge damage on the ground like a meteorite.
And the densely arranged on the city wall are not just ordinary arrows, where are ordinary wrestlers throwing stones? Numerous large and small war equipment engraved with magic circles are piled up on the city wall, and these killing weapons are on the flat ground. Can easily penetrate a hill. With the help of the terrifying height of the city wall, the arrows shot by a magic weapon bed crossbow can easily shoot hundreds of miles, penetrating dozens of heavy rune armor protection.
There are giant catapults as high as hundreds of feet standing on the city wall, and the densely packed catapults are neatly arranged like hemp poles. Inside the basket of the catapult, there are all metal projectiles with a diameter of about one foot and a large number of burst runes engraved on the surface.
These metal projectiles are so powerful that a single projectile detonated in place can destroy a small town of 30,000 to 50,000 people. Throwing it on this hundred-mile-high city wall, with the help of the huge weight of the projectile itself, a projectile can easily level everything within ten miles, and a small city with hundreds of thousands of people will be instantly wiped out by the power of a projectile.
Not to mention the elite soldiers who camped directly on and within the city walls. The weakest of them all have the strength to fly with qi and breathe out into thunder. They use all kinds of magic weapons to strike in the air. Or hold all kinds of special strong bows and crossbows and shoot all over the sky, even the inhuman beings with great spirit and soul will drink hatred under their intensive attacks.
Looking from a distance, the city wall was cast from molten metals of various colors. Covered in a thick layer of blood plasma.
In the sun. The blood plasma reflected the dazzling blood light. In the past three months, this mighty city named "Blood Mill" by countless fighters has devoured billions of elite fighters. The endless corpses and plasma covered the city wall several feet thick.
Eight hundred miles away from the city wall, on a gently sloping hillside, a huge army camp spread out in all directions. In the middle of the barracks, with the power of moving mountains and filling the sea, someone pulled out a huge boulder with a square shape, a height of a hundred miles, and a length of a hundred miles. On the boulder, stands a military city.
In the middle of the city, a high platform pierces the sky. The high platform is hundreds of miles high, and the top is several miles long and wide. Thousands of seats are neatly placed on it, surrounded by an emperor surrounded by ninety-nine giant dragon statues. throne.
Yao Jingming was wearing a complete set of top-quality armor of holy spirit magic weapon level produced by Sen Luoyu, leaning on his thigh was a two-handed epee that was about the same height as him, his hair was loose, and there was a hint of blood in his eyes , staring at the Xiongcheng 800 miles away in front of him with incomparable resentment.
Under his throne, Yao Jing ordered the most important generals under his command to kneel and sit on the ground upright, all of them drooping their heads and not daring to look up.
In addition to these generals, each of whom has controlled hundreds of millions of troops, there are thousands of people sitting or standing on the high platform. Monks of all ethnic groups enshrined in the imperial court.
These monks have some people, some demons, some ghosts, some monsters, some spirits, and some spirits.
Among them are monks, Taoists, nuns, vulgars, literati, and rough warriors.
The exercises they practice are strange and weird. In the ancient history of Yuanlu world, hundreds of millions of sects and countless schools of exercises can find the shadow of scales and claws on them. Many of them practice extremely complicated techniques, and their inheritance is also muddy, and many of them even don't have a complete inheritance at all.
But they are qualified to appear here, and they are qualified to stand by today's Jingming. Their strength has at least reached a level comparable to that of the most holy method. Moreover, they are all masters, and the strength of any one of them is comparable to the strength of the elders and famous elders who have reached the height of ninety feet or more in the most holy method.
But they all drooped their heads, each of them was weak, not daring to look up.
This city, this **** mill that rose up suddenly in just one night, in the past three months has cost Jing Jing his life and his troops, and his troops have suffered heavy losses. Tens of thousands of countries and dynasties joined forces to build this city here with great supernatural power, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo. In recent years, countless people who have destroyed the country have tasted the taste of failure for the first time.
"Damn it!"
Yao Jingming took a deep breath, and helplessly glanced at the Blood Wolf Lord who was standing beside him, who was still in high spirits.
Blood Wolf Lord clenched his teeth tightly, making a 'cracking' sound. He clenched his fists hard, pointed at the blood mill with a hoarse voice, and let out a sharp roar.
"Attack again! Send all the royal slaves of those dynasties that were wiped out half a year ago to attack the city. Lord Wolf doesn't believe it, their city is really made of iron!"
Blood Wolf Lord roared frantically. The killings over the years have made his strength improve by leaps and bounds. He has completely absorbed the life essence of King Langya. Beside Jingming, he is already the number one in combat power and authority. fierce general.
But in the past three months, Lord Xuelang personally led troops to attack Xuemopan more than a dozen times, but he was wounded several times and fled back in embarrassment. In this majestic city that gathered all the power of tens of thousands of dynasties, there are powerful masters who are not weaker than the blood wolf king, and the blood wolf king even almost fell into the hands of the ambushes in the city once.
How did the proud and arrogant Blood Wolf Lord suffer such a loss?
He can't be bothered to pay attention to the topic of too many people being killed or injured, harming nature and the like. He must take down the blood mill and kill all the enemies in front of him.
"According to what Marshal Blood Wolf said, attack again."
Yao Jingming also stood up, holding the epee, and slashed at the blood mill. Like Lord Blood Wolf, he didn't take those soldiers who died in battle to heart. In the past three months, those he sent to attack the city were all the relatives and princes and ministers of the major dynasties that were destroyed.
On the contrary, these people are all dead, and it will only benefit the Qin Huan Dynasty, which will rule the Yuanlu world in the future, without any disadvantages.
The dull sound of war drums sounded, and tens of thousands of flying boats with a length of hundreds of feet soared into the sky from the barracks of Jingming Ming. Each flying boat was loaded with at least 3,000 slave soldiers. These slave soldiers were all in tattered clothes, weapons in their hands, and armor on their bodies.
They raised their weapons, turned their heads, and frantically yelled at Jingming.
Yang Jingming just sneered and said nothing, his cold and ruthless eyes swept across these subjugated slaves mockingly. He wouldn't care about the howling of these subjugated slaves. How could the high emperor care about the barking of three or five wild dogs?
The drums of war are rumbling, and there are tens of thousands of monsters from the barren land in the sky, driving all kinds of monster mounts soaring into the sky. They followed closely behind the flying boat, waving their weapons and roaring loudly, threatening the slave soldiers on the flying boat.
The speed of the flying boat is extremely fast, and a few breaths are a hundred miles away.
When the flying boat was less than five hundred miles away from the city wall of Xuemopan, a large black spot suddenly rose into the sky on the city wall.
It was all kinds of strong bows and crossbows, and all kinds of giant bed crossbows were fired at the same time, and arrows of various colors were ejected from a hundred miles high. At the same time, there was a strong khaki-yellow light flickering on the city wall, and a large number of talismans representing gravity flashed into the air, and the gravity within a thousand miles outside the Xuemopan city wall suddenly soared.
The flying boat that was flying hundreds of miles above the ground made a 'crack-crack' sound. They could not bear the pull of gravity, and slowly fell down, and soon landed from a height of hundreds of miles to a height of only three to five miles above the ground. .
The arrows shot from the city wall were like a heavy rain of death~IndoMTL.com~ washed away the fleet of tens of thousands of airships in an instant.
Falling from a height of hundreds of miles, the arrows rubbed against the air rapidly, and all the arrows were burnt red. They streaked through the void, bringing out dazzling red lights. Countless small runes on these arrows flickered at the same time. They swallowed the vitality of heaven and earth, turned into invisible sharp edges, attached to the arrows, and ruthlessly pierced the defensive formation of the flying boat.
Jing Jingming will not give these slave soldiers real good equipment. The defensive formations on the surface of these flying boats are either dilapidated, or simply the least powerful. In Xuemopan City, the tens of thousands of allied forces of the country and the DPRK used all the best and best equipment in their treasury.
Arrows were like rain, arrows were like needles, and they easily pierced into the flimsy defense formation on the surface of the flying boat.
The defensive array of thousands of flying boats was breached in an instant, and with the screaming sound, hundreds of thousands of slave soldiers gathered on the deck of the flying boat were torn apart by the powerful arrows. The vitality of heaven and earth attached to the surface of the arrow exploded, smashing the bodies of these slave soldiers to pieces. (To be continued..)
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