Chapter 877 The Demon-Swallowing Tribe’s Fifteenth
"Floating Fortress!"
The second clone was surprised. He had previously wondered how the Burning Sky Sect's 500 starships could hold 5 million troops.
Not to mention there are 500 scrapped ships, they can’t just fly over from the stars, right?
Ultra-long distance space jump, wouldn't it just fall apart?
Now I see five pyramid floating fortresses and all my doubts are solved.
The floating fortress is a compressed space that can easily hold millions of people, so it is most suitable for transporting troops.
In particular, the giant pyramid at the front is estimated to be 10,000 meters high, which is nearly ten times larger than the base command building.
"A total of five floating fortresses is equivalent to one hundred starships equipped with one space fortress. This is too luxurious. Our entire sect only has two space fortresses."
"The Burning Sky Sect is indeed a super force that rules a group of planes, and its strength far exceeds that of our eight major sect alliances!"
"I just heard about it before, but now seeing is believing, even if I don't accept it, I am very curious about what kind of cultivation the leader will have."
The second clone was just surprised, but the others were shocked and looked at the sky with their eyes wide open.
It was as if I was seeing a god.
King Ao Chang, Bing Jue, and Mo Caiyi were the three young men, but Bing Jue was the calmer one.
"General Langqi, is the pyramid fortress led by the leader the legendary stellar fortress?"
Mo Daxun couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, so he rushed forward and grabbed Lang Qi's arm tightly.
As an elder of the Artifact Refining Sect, he understands better than others what the stellar floating fortress represents.
That is a powerful weapon that can threaten the eleventh level Demon God Realm!
"Yeah, I don't quite understand either!"
Lang Qi grimaced and wanted to cry. This horse was the prison lord's flagship, and judging from the sign, it was the most difficult to provoke the Demon-Swallowing Prison.
He tried his best to get rid of Mo Daxun and leaned into the ear of the second clone: "General, we are in trouble. The leader of the team is probably the master of the Demon-Devouring Prison, Din Ao."
"Prison master should be proud of his meal, right?"
The second clone was also a little confused. The Eighteen Hell Demon Gods of the Burning Heaven Sect were second only to the sect leader.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for an army of only five million people to be led by a prison master.
What's more, Haori Farglory had previously said that he would hand over the command to Haori Wuyue.
With the prison master here, can Hao Riyue take command?
Haori Farglory can't just slap himself in the face without saying anything, right?
"That's right, it's the flagship of Prison Master Shan Ao. In Burning Heaven Sect, only the Sect Master and the Eighteen Prison Masters have such a big pyramid. I recognize the logo on it!"
Lang Qi was extremely anxious. If the person who came was really the prison master, Din Ao, he wouldn't be able to help at all.
Not to mention the command authority of the army, even my wife Hao Riyue has to step aside.
"Don't panic!"
The second avatar frowned and asked, "What kind of cultivation is Prison Master Jian Ao!"
Lang Qi quickly replied: "Tenth level, the top officials of Burning Sky Sect claim to the outside world that they are all tenth level, including my father-in-law!"
The second clone wanted to kick Lang Qi, but the question was in vain. Haori Farglory was in the eleventh level of the Demon God Realm.
Even if the other eighteen prison lords are not at level 11, they are at level 10 or higher, and the possibility of reaching level 11 is not small.
If it was really the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Prison Master Din Ao who came, he would have no choice but to quickly call Ter, who was still repairing his divine body at the volcano base, to calm down the situation.
"Boom, boom,"
The densely packed starships passed through the opened defense barrier, lined up neatly, and landed one after another according to the guidance of the lights.
The shell of the starship is black, and its size is similar to that of a regular starship. Many starships have some scars, which shows that this ultra-long distance jump is not so peaceful.
The most eye-catching are the five pyramid fortresses, four kilometers in size suspended in the air on the apron.
The largest 10,000-meter-high fortress descended slowly, like a big fat man with one foot on the top platform of the apron, which was only 3,000 meters tall.
Most of his body was still suspended outside the parking platform, which looked extremely funny.
"Go back and let someone build a bigger platform!"
The second clone felt a little embarrassed and whispered to Qui-Gon beside him.
"Okay, I remember it!"
After Qui-Gon nodded, he immediately ran forward, conducting the orchestra that had been prepared long ago, and a large row of beautiful girls.
The welcome music sounded and the beauties danced.
The black line on the forehead of the second clone, I don’t know who Qui-Gon learned it from.
Why wasn't it there when my Langya army came before?
"welcome"
Another group of people came behind them, and the leader was very familiar. They were Gu Mu from the Shaking Sky Sect, as well as people from the Langya Sect and the Qingyun Sect.
The second clone was stunned, he didn't even know when these people came back.
He turned around and glared at Zhu Wen fiercely. This was Jin Yiwei's serious dereliction of duty.
Zhu Wen broke into cold sweat on his forehead and couldn't express his pain.
Although thousands of Jin Yiwei were secretly brought over on this trip, the time was too short and the Eight Gate Base was too big to be busy at all.
"Click, click!"
The closed pyramid door opened, and a five-meter-tall fat man walked out, holding an oversized barbecued leg in one hand.
This image is very similar to that of a silly boy.
"Meal fifteen!"
Lang Qi stood at the front. He had a grimace on his face and suddenly became overjoyed. He shouted, rushed forward and hugged one of the fat man's thick legs.
His nose was bubbling with joy. The person who came turned out to be his good friend, the son of prison master Din Ao, Din Fifteen.
"Lang Qi, you're not dead yet!"
Shi Fifteen seemed to be very happy as well, lifting Lang Qi up with one hand as if he were lifting a chicken.
"How could I die? By the way, why is it you? Isn't this your father's flagship?"
Lang Qi didn't care, he was just being lifted up and talking, his body swinging like a swing.
"My father went into seclusion, so my mother gave me the flagship." Zhan Shishi replied naively. The two chatted happily, completely forgetting that there was anyone else present.
"Not bad!"
The second clone was also relieved and let out a sigh of relief. A smile appeared on his face.
The visitor has a ninth-level cultivation and obviously has a good relationship with Lang Qi.
Although I don't know what the specific character is.
But what bad intentions can a fat man have?
Perhaps due to the influence of Han Wa, he naturally has a better impression of fat people.
In addition to Dan Fifteen, there were several Burning Heaven Sect generals following closely behind. They were all large men over five meters tall, and their auras were all around the ninth level.
One of them was a black giant with a single horn on his forehead, and his aura was almost tenth level.
"On behalf of the Shaking Sky Sect, I, the elder of the Shaking Sky Sect, Gu Mu, welcomes all the generals of the Burning Sky Sect!"
"Elder of Langya Sect, Langya Mucheng, I have met General Fifteen!"
"Qingyun Sect, Qing Yiyi greets all the Lords of Burning Sky Sect. It's been a hard journey!"
Many representatives swarmed forward. Compared with the reserve of Langya's army, this meeting was much more bold and unrestrained, especially Gu Mu and others who were the most active.
"Humph, you really embarrass our eight major sects!" Mo Daxun snorted angrily.
Just as the second avatar was about to open his mouth to express his approval, this fellow had already rushed forward in a blink of an eye and said very politely: "Elder Mo Daxun of the Weapon Refining Sect, welcome you all!"