On an extremely vast plain with a radius of one billion miles, a huge city, unprecedented in the history of the Yuanlu world, stands majestically. Looking from a distance, the city shines with a faint blood light in the sun.
It's like an ancient giant beast entrenched on the earth.
The city wall is a hundred miles high and 100,000 miles long and wide. Within the city are stationed eighteen super-class kingdoms, led by the two super-class kingdoms of the Yuanlu world, Linri and Chijin, eight hundred and ninety-five first-class ones, and seven thousand six hundred.
Thirty-five second-grade and forty-nine thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine elite legions gathered from the third-grade dynasty.
All dynasties have spent the most money to build their most elite armies. They use them to defend their imperial capitals, to guard the palaces, to protect the safety of their relatives and relatives, and even to use all kinds of secret guards.
, all the elite guards and so on were 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 mountains of food, wine, meat, magical stones and other logistical equipment from all over the Yuanlu world.
The city wall is hundreds of miles high. If ordinary soldiers don't have the ability to control air and fly, it would be impossible to climb it.
With such a high city wall, any fine steel arrow thrown from the top can easily travel more than a hundred miles and penetrate a ten-foot-thick alloy shield. And a warrior with sufficient arm strength can throw a random stone from above.
Like a meteorite, it causes huge destruction on the ground.
And what are densely arranged on this city wall are not just ordinary arrows. Where are the ordinary warriors throwing stones? Countless war instruments, large and small, inscribed with magic spells and magic circles are piled on the city wall. These killing weapons are on the plains.
. can easily penetrate a hill. With the terrifying height of the city wall, an arrow fired from a magic weapon bed crossbow can easily shoot hundreds of miles and penetrate the protection of dozens of layers of rune heavy armor.
There are even giant catapults that are a hundred feet high standing on the city wall. The densely packed catapults are arranged as neatly as hemp poles. Inside the baskets of the catapults are all metal projectiles about one foot in diameter with a large number of explosive runes engraved on the surface.
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These metal projectiles are so powerful that a projectile detonated on the spot can destroy a town of thirty to fifty thousand people. Throwing it on this hundred-mile-high city wall, with the huge weight of the projectile itself, a projectile can easily level ten miles.
Everything inside, a small city of hundreds of thousands of people, will be wiped out instantly 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 have the ability to fly with air and turn their breath into thunder. They control various magical weapons and strike in the air. Or they hold various special strong bows.
Hard crossbows filled the sky, and even inhuman beings with great spiritual souls would suffer under their intensive attacks.
Looking from afar, the city wall made of melted metals of various colors and cast was covered with a thick layer of plasma.
Under the sun, the blood plasma reflects the dazzling light of blood. This majestic city, which is called the 'blood mill' by countless warriors, has devoured billions of elite warriors in the past three months. There is no end to it.
Their corpses and blood had covered the city wall with a layer several feet thick.
Eight hundred miles away from the city wall, on a gently sloping hillside, a huge military camp, no smaller than the scale of the Blood Mill, spread out in all directions. In the middle of the military camp, someone used the power of moving mountains and reclaiming seas to move mountains and seas.
A square boulder with a height of a hundred miles and a length of hundreds of miles was pulled out from the ground. On the boulder, stood a military city majestically.
In the middle of the city, a high platform pierces the sky. The high platform is a hundred miles high and the top is several miles long and wide. Thousands of seats are neatly placed on it, surrounding an emperor's throne in the center surrounded by ninety-nine giant dragon statues.
Hui Jingming was wearing a set of top-quality Holy Spirit weapon-level armor produced in Senluo Territory. A two-handed heavy sword that was about the same height as him was leaning on his thigh. His hair was disheveled, and there was a hint of blood and resentment in his eyes. Staring at the Xiongcheng eight hundred miles ahead with incomparable eyes.
Under his throne, the most important generals under Juijing Ming's command were kneeling on the ground upright, with their heads drooped and not daring to raise their heads.
In addition to these generals, each of whom controls an army of hundreds of millions, there are also thousands of people sitting or standing on the high platform who come from all corners of the world and were once called evil heretics by the Holy Dharma Sect, but are now members of the court of the Genhuan Kingdom. Monks from all ethnic groups worship.
These monks are human beings, demons, ghosts, monsters, spirits, and spirits.
Among them were monks, Taoists, nuns, laymen, literati, and rough warriors.
The techniques they practice are strange and weird. The techniques of hundreds of millions of sects and countless schools in the ancient history of Yuanlu world can be found in them. The techniques practiced by many of them are extremely complex, and their inheritance is also mixed. It is so muddy that many people even do not have a complete inheritance at all.
But they are qualified to appear here, and they are qualified to stand by the side of today's Juijing Ming. Their strength has at least reached a level comparable to that of the Holy Spirit Soul Realm. Moreover, all of them are masters, and they can do whatever they want. Their strength is comparable to that of the famous elders of the Holy Saint Dharma Sect whose spiritual souls have reached a height of more than ninety feet.
But they all had their heads drooped, and they were all weak, not daring to raise their heads to look at Juijing Ming.
This city, this bloody millstone that suddenly rose from the ground in just one night, in the past three months, has cost Juijing many lives and troops, and his troops have suffered heavy losses. Tens of thousands of large and small kingdoms have joined forces to This city was built here with great supernatural power, and it was so overwhelming that the people who had destroyed countless countries in recent years tasted the taste of failure for the first time.
"Damn it!"
Juijing Ming took a deep breath and glanced helplessly at Lord Blood Wolf, who was standing next to him, still looking very impressive.
Lord Blood Wolf gritted his teeth tightly, making a crunching sound. He clenched his fist hard, pointed at the blood millstone with all his strength, and let out a sharp roar.
"Attack again! Send all the royal slaves from those dynasties that were destroyed half a year ago to attack the city. Mr. Lang doesn't believe it, their city is really made of iron!"
The Blood Wolf Lord roared crazily. The killings over the years have made his strength grow by leaps and bounds. He has completely absorbed the life essence of King Langya. Next to Juijing Ming, he is already the most powerful and powerful general.
But in the past three months, Lord Blood Wolf has personally led troops to attack Xuemopan more than a dozen times. As a result, he was wounded several times and fled back in embarrassment. This majestic city, where all the power of tens of thousands of dynasties is concentrated, contains A powerful master who was no weaker than the Blood Wolf Lord was stationed there. The Blood Wolf Lord even almost fell into the hands of the ambushes in the city once.
How could the proud and arrogant Blood Wolf Lord suffer such a loss?
He didn't bother to pay attention to topics such as too many casualties and harm to Tianhe. He must attack the blood millstone and kill all the enemies in front of him.
"Then follow what Marshal Blood Wolf said and attack again."
Hui Jing Ming also stood up, holding a heavy sword, and slashed at the blood millstone. Like the Blood Wolf Lord, he did not take the soldiers who died in the battle seriously. In the past three months, he sent Those who went to attack the city were all the royal relatives and princes and ministers of the major dynasties that had been destroyed. No matter how many casualties they suffered, it would not damage the vitality of Juijing's life.
On the contrary, these people are all dead, which will only bring benefits and no harm to the Genhuan Dynasty that he will unify the world of Yuanlu in the future.
The dull sound of war drums sounded, and tens of thousands of hundreds of feet long flying boats took off from the military camp of Juijing Ming. Each flying boat was loaded with at least 3,000 slave soldiers. Each of these slave soldiers were dressed in tatters and had weapons in their hands. The armor on his body was also in disrepair.
They raised their weapons, turned their heads, and yelled crazy curses at Juijing Ming.
Jujing Ming just sneered silently, his cold and ruthless eyes swept across these subjugated slaves sarcastically. He didn't care about the roars of these subjugated slaves. How could the emperor care about the barking of three or five wild dogs?
War drums rumbled, and tens of thousands of demons from the wild lands rose into the sky high in the air, riding various demon bird mounts. They followed closely behind the airship, waving their weapons and roaring loudly, intimidating the slaves on the airship. Soldiers.
The speed of the flying boat is extremely fast, and it can cover hundreds of miles in a few breaths.
When the flying boat was less than five hundred miles away from the city wall of Xuemopan, large black spots suddenly rose into the sky on the city wall.
They were all kinds of strong bows and crossbows, all kinds of giant crossbows fired at the same time, arrows of various colors sprayed out from a hundred miles high in the sky. At the same time, there was a rich earthy yellow light shining on the city wall, and a large number of magic symbols representing gravity soared into the air. In a flash, the gravity within a thousand miles outside the Blood Mill City Wall suddenly soared.
The airship that was originally flying hundreds of miles above the ground made a "ka-ka-ka" sound. They were pulled by gravity and slowly fell downwards. Soon they landed from a height of hundreds of miles to a height of only three to five miles above the ground.
The arrows fired from the city wall were like a heavy rain of death, washing away the fleet of tens of thousands of flying boats in an instant.
Falling from a hundred miles high in the sky, the arrows rubbed against the air rapidly, and all the arrows were burned red. They streaked through the void, bringing up streaks of dazzling red light. Countless small runes on these arrows flashed at the same time, and they Swallowing the vitality of heaven and earth, it turned into an invisible sharp edge and attached to the arrow, piercing the flying boat's defensive formation fiercely.
Juijing Ming will not give these slave soldiers really good equipment to use. The defensive formations on the surface of these flying boats are either dilapidated, or simply the least powerful. And in the Blood Mill Pan City, used by tens of thousands of allied forces from different countries and dynasties, All are the finest and finest equipment in their treasury.
Arrows were like rain and arrows were like needles, easily piercing into the fragile paper-like defensive formation on the surface of the flying boat.
The defensive formation of thousands of flying boats was instantly broken. With a shrill scream, hundreds of thousands of slave soldiers gathered on the deck of the flying boats were torn apart by powerful arrows. The vitality of heaven and earth attached to the surface of the arrows exploded. Come and blow up the bodies of these slave soldiers to pieces. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!