The emergence of the war fortress made all the nine sects and nine tribes understand the determination of the Demon Realm. It is not that it has never happened in battles in history. They are rich in experience, they also have big weapons, and they are not afraid of this.
But the Demon Realm's unscrupulous way of breaking open the entrance to the space made the hearts of the nine sects and clans sink. They also understood that this would be their last battle with the Demon Realm for countless years.
If you win within an inch of the world, don't even think about coming to the Demon Realm.
If you lose within an inch of the world, don’t even think about coming to the Demon Realm!
The young disciples saw the real trump card of the Nine Sects and Nine Tribes - a war fortress that was no weaker than the Demon Realm!
The low-level disciples all entered the fortress and each received a combat guide. They needed to learn how to use the various functions of the fortress in a short period of time.
Under tremendous pressure, the youngest disciples can recite the manual backwards and forwards.
Yun Zhong led everyone into the fortress.
Hu Nuan murmured: "With such a powerful weapon, can we win?"
No one answered her, even optimistic Jin Xin could not say words of comfort at this time.
The time interval between the Demon Realm's general attack and the nine sects and nine tribes' fortress deployment was not long, but in less than half a day, countless people had been killed by the Demon Realm's army.
Maybe no one keeps statistics. Everyone knows that if this battle cannot be won, there will be no statistical significance.
If the Demon Army does not cease fire, the Cunzhong Realm will not cease fire either. Unlike those here who feel sorry for their own children, the higher-ups of the Demon Realm do not care about the damage of Demon Soldiers and Demonic Beasts. One layer of Demon Soldiers and Demonic Beasts fell, and the next layer stepped on theirs.
Corpses rushed up. Anyone could see that the Demon Realm wanted to break through the battlefield and invade the Inch Realm.
"As long as we stop them and don't let them get in our way, we will win, right?" Hu Nuan opened his eyes and looked at Yunzhong for approval.
Everyone also looked towards Yunzhong.
Yun Zhong nodded slowly: "If you stop Cun Zhong from entering the boundary, the nine sects and nine tribes will win."
Hu Nuan was greatly encouraged. He clenched his fists and encouraged everyone: "Let's kill them all!"
Everyone encouraged themselves: "Kill them all!"
Yun Zhong looked at the heavy demonic energy in front of him, which was like drowning the heaven and the earth, and said nothing. The nine sects and nine tribes are warriors, and warriors will not live in a comfortable home. They will only be stationed on the battlefield. Therefore, the ancient battlefield is a sealed battlefield, and even more so.
A piece of frontier land, within an inch of the border——
Certain cognitions and methods can only be known by their level and status.
The war between the two sides never stopped, and the killings in the dark made people forget about time. No one expected the shamelessness of the Demon Realm, which actually drove the demon soldiers and demon beasts to approach the fortress and then self-destruct, hoping to use flesh and blood to destroy steel.
However, the Nine Sects and Nine Tribes are well aware of the methods of the Demon Realm, and the engraving formations around the fortress can directly absorb the blood energy and convert it into the power of the fortress. Therefore, the self-destruction of the demon soldiers and monsters actually adds power to the fortress, allowing the fortress to kill more demon soldiers.
When the Demon Realm discovered this, they were so angry that they shouted: "Shameless! Shameless! They haven't done this before, so why have they changed so much this time? Don't they claim to be benevolent?"
Cun Zhongjie: Are you talking about benevolence? Your brains are broken and we are not broken yet.
The Demon Realm originally wanted to use more flesh and blood to open up the battlefield, but then a new weapon suddenly appeared on the opposite side!
Hu Zhuo and his master are out of seclusion!
The whole person was confused. Before seclusion, he was singing and dancing to achieve peace. He still wanted to make achievements to make his sister proud. He even imagined countless times to bring honor to his sister and her sister to praise him. But how could he come out?
Has the whole world changed?
Although the demonic army has not yet invaded the Cunzhong Realm, the Cunzhong Realm is no longer the Cunzhong Realm before. Everyone is busy running around and traces of war can be seen on the disciples coming and going at any time. The Danfu Array is working day and night.
Everyone in the cafeteria works overtime.
But Hu Zhuo could see that there were far fewer people, and everyone looked excited and sad.
Before he could tell him to go back to Shuangyang Sect, his master had already decided to take him to the battlefield.
When they were in retreat, they turned many of their whimsical ideas into reality. After they became reality, more people refined those models in batches.
Seeing the tragedy and cruelty of the battlefield with his own eyes, Hu Zhuo realized after thinking about it: "Master, no wonder you asked me to study only weapons."
His master was very calm: "I originally studied these. All the nine sects and nine tribes exist to fight against the demonic realm. What I asked you to study are weapons of mass destruction. You will see the effects immediately."
Hu Zhuo gritted his teeth, prepared to be scolded by his master, and said bravely: "Master, I have to go back to Shuangyang Sect. I want to see my sister."
His master didn't know about Hu Zhuo. He knew that his apprentice valued the sister with a different surname, so he didn't get angry. Instead, he found someone to send him to the Shuangyang Sect. Hu Zhuo's combat power was too weak, so he had to send someone
For protection, we will have to rely on him to improve the efficiency of weapons in the future.
When Hu Zhuo saw Hu Nuan and others, he was relieved to know that Hu Qing had left Cunzhong Realm early.
Some proudly said to them: "Look, my master and I researched those, they are pretty good."
Everyone nodded wildly, very good, very good.
Those strange-shaped weapons were placed in the steel holes in the outer wall of the fortress. One or two or three disciples stood behind them to control them. Pressing the button, countless dazzling bullets would flicker into balls or drag out long beams.
, some are connected in a long line, some are straight, or some are thrown into an arc, falling into the dense crowd of demonic soldiers and monsters, causing loud bangs and explosions, tearing blood and demonic energy, and countless screams like demonic hell.
The lethality is extremely huge. What's particularly wonderful is that this is a long-distance attack, and our disciples can't be harmed at all.
With such weapons, the fortresses can fly up, massacre from above, harvesting wave after wave of demonic armies.
Morale was boosted.
But Hu Zhuo looked at the demonic army that seemed to be endless in the sky opposite, and said bitterly: "The time is too tight, and we have produced too little. If we had prepared earlier-"
"Brother, is this thing easy to make? If it is easy to make, we will all do it." Hu Huahua was depressed. These days - I can't count how many days it has been. Everyone is fighting. People they know have fallen.
People I knew also fell down. At first they were angry, sad, and miserable, but later they became numb.
He can't save others, whether he knows them or not. The demon army is like a landslide. Killing ten with one sword can be followed by a hundred more. If you can't kill them all, you will never be able to kill them all. There are so many of them.
It makes people suspect that those magic soldiers and monsters were born from the black clouds that covered the sky and the sun, and they went to the battlefield with great strength after they were born.
Only then did he realize that this was the real war. In the past, in the demon world, in the Western Chu world, and in the West Extreme Continent, those were just disputes. In a real war, no one protects him. Without the protection of the clouds, he would not be able to survive more than a few days.
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My soul was deeply affected, and my long-standing pride was also greatly affected.
He knew that in such a terrifying scene, personal strength was useless. No matter how powerful he was, he could not kill all the endless demons.
Unknowingly, the aura on Hu Huahua's body became condensed and heavy.