Chapter six hundred and ninety fourth magic weapon
Borrow troops!
On the plane, the sound of the engine was vibrating and humming. Cheng Lin's face was as sinking as water and his eyes were closed. He seemed to be pretending to be asleep, but in fact he was contacting Nuwa and Ailu through his spiritual tentacles.
His idea is also very simple.
Even if all the monks from various places were concentrated, they would still be short of manpower in such a situation.
Facing the undead and the complex environment of the city, the power of the army may be limited. The most suitable ones are the powerful and flexible individuals with powerful individual combat abilities.
The Fertile Soil Factory controlled by Nuwa and the Elf Royal Court represented by Elu both have enough "superpowers"!
Nowadays, the passages from the spiritual world to different worlds can already allow "intermediate" monks to travel, which means that they can be used as a transit to enter reality through combat units.
Although the Elven Court has not yet returned to its heyday, its power cannot be underestimated.
As long as you can borrow a team of elf soldiers from the Elf King...it doesn't take much, just a team of elites can play a key role.
Of course, it's not easy.
But Cheng Lin thought that by relying on his status as a "god envoy" and being shameless, he could still borrow some. Of course, he would not borrow it in vain, and would find other ways to pay the Elf King Court enough in the future.
The fertile soil world controlled by Nuwa is relatively simple, but there are also problems.
One is that Cheng Lin needs "humanoid soldiers". After all, if a group of monsters are sent out, it is likely to cause greater panic. In addition, energy consumption is also a problem. Intermediate and above soldiers consume energy very quickly, making it very difficult to fight.
The battery was about to run out, so Cheng Lin's plan was to create enough "third-level" combat units to be more balanced.
As for the fact that this part of his trump card will be exposed... Cheng Lin can no longer care about it. After all, ordinary people are facing life and death threats every moment!
Moreover, even if he is exposed, with his current rank, he can still withstand it.
The communication did not take much effort. Ellu quickly returned to the elf world to discuss with the Elf King, while Nuwa controlled the Fertile Earth Factory to start mass-producing third-level humanoid warriors.
As for Cheng Lin, he tried his best to restore his strength.
The speed of the fighter jet was far beyond that of ordinary passenger planes. After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Lin heard the pilot say:
"About to reach the target location!"
He suddenly opened his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately opened his "spiritual tentacles", passing through the metal surface of the aircraft and exploring downwards, and pictures came into his mind.
He chose the location of the Fourth Division.
At this moment, the outline of the city has appeared on the ground ahead, and it is constantly enlarging.
With the help of his perception ability, Cheng Lin saw the road outside the city that seemed to be paralyzed.
Cars were paralyzed on it, or rolled over, or crashed, still burning with flames and emitting thick smoke.
There was blood on the road, and some bodies could be seen stuck in the car windows.
They were all dressed in different clothes and of different ages. The only thing they had in common was that they were dilapidated, as if they had been eaten and torn corpses, and the look of extreme horror that remained on their faces.
Looking ahead, there is a sea of pale skeletons, most of which surround a community on the edge of the city. Only on the highway, there are still some individuals wandering.
Viewed from the sky, the surrounding streets were deserted, with no human beings in sight.
However, the community and the attached commercial street that were besieged in the center have been completely destroyed.
In those buildings with dozens of floors, tiny figures can be seen moving in front of the windows, while a sea of undead below are struggling to climb up the building.
The local bureaus and troops were scattered on the edge, fighting with continuous gunfire, but the steel bullets penetrated into the bones, and the lethality caused was not satisfactory.
Cheng Lin's eyes moved.
"Open the hatch! I'll get down from here!" Cheng Lin narrowed his eyes and said.
The pilot was stunned for a moment, but he didn't ask too much. He just opened the door. Immediately, he saw Cheng Lin holding a sword, leaping up, leaving the plane and falling into the sea of clouds!
In mid-air, Cheng Lin activated his sword control skills, but did not immediately head towards the city. Instead, he flew straight to the edge of the Sea of the Dead, a location where the battle was fierce.
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on the ground.
A team from the Fourth Division is struggling to advance forward, but with little effect.
At this moment, someone suddenly noticed the figure falling rapidly in the sky and subconsciously raised the psychic firearm. Immediately, the hot barrel was rolled up by a vine growing out of the void.
"careful!"
Amidst the rumbling sound, Cheng Lin crashed to the ground, turning on his indestructible golden body and smashing the stone floor into collapse, causing a sudden cry of surprise.
"First aid!" Cheng Lin walked out of the smoke and opened a certificate in his hand. He quickly looked around and asked, "Where is the person in charge?"
"I am!" After seeing Cheng Lin's uniform and appearance clearly, the dozens of local monks around him were shocked at first, and then excited. A tall monk hurriedly ran over and spoke quickly, "I am the Second Division of the Fourth Division.
Team leader! Commander Cheng, you are here, where are the others?"
As he spoke, he looked around as if looking for reinforcements.
Cheng Lin's eyes were as bright as lightning and he immediately said: "I'll be there in a moment. How is the situation?"
The team leader turned pale and said with trembling lips:
"Many people died. We...we don't have enough manpower to stop them. We can't stop them. There are too many of them...I..."
"Okay!" Cheng Lin interrupted him with a serious voice, "Are they all around? I mean these things!"
"Most of them are here, and some are separated outside the city. There are not many. There are two groups over there..."
"Okay, now I'll take over here! Everyone listen to my orders!" Cheng Lin gritted his teeth, raised his right hand, and an ancient bronze whistle with dark color appeared in the palm of his hand.
This is the magic weapon obtained from the Traceless Fairy Island.
It was an item that Cheng Lin only remembered when he was on the plane.
Because he hadn't used it for so long, he almost forgot it existed.
I remember that this thing seemed to be able to control corpses to a certain extent, but Cheng Lin didn't know whether it was effective on pure "corpses" or on these guys with the ability to act autonomously.
With a slight force in his palm, Cheng Lin put it to his mouth under the confused eyes of these monks, then took a deep breath and blew hard!
As spiritual energy poured in, an invisible wave spread out in all directions with Cheng Lin as the center, like ripples in a lake.
Immediately, the bodies of the undead who were crazily crowding and attacking in the street all froze, and then turned their heads and looked in the direction of Cheng Lin, with scarlet flames jumping in their eyes.
"This...they are coming!"
A young monk who had just graduated said in a trembling voice.
I saw that the mountains and seas of undead seemed to be attracted by something and began to gather here.
Cheng Lin put down his whistle, and the undead turned back again.
Obviously, it cannot control these skeletons that can move autonomously, but it has some ability to attract them.
"That's enough..." Cheng Lin whispered in his heart. Immediately, he stretched out his right hand and moved forward a little. A huge light door appeared, and then, in the shocked eyes of the surrounding young lapels, figures clad in pitch black robes appeared.
Fly out of it!
These "human beings" are slightly slim in stature, but extremely agile in movement.
However, his whole body was covered by a pitch-black robe, and the details could not be seen clearly, but he exuded an awe-inspiring aura, and projected a stern and vigilant gaze from the strange mask that covered his face.
In the blink of an eye, these thousands of figures filled the surrounding space.
The leader, a figure carrying a bow and arrow also wrapped in cloth, looked at Cheng Lin respectfully and said in a slightly weird accent: "I have seen God... Commander Cheng!"
Cheng Lin looked at Harold, the leader of the elves who had projected in the capital of Shu to confront the Thirteenth Division, and then glanced at the battle priests beside him, nodded, and sighed with his spiritual tentacles.
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"Turn back and express your gratitude for me."
He was naturally referring to the Elf King Luojia, who sent the most elite guard over very simply. If it weren't for the fact that the portals of the two realms had restrictions on the power of creatures that could pass through, the Elf King even intended to come over in person.
"It's our honor!" Harold said with only a few words of Chinese he knew.
At the same time, new humans once again stepped out of the Light Gate.
They looked no different from ordinary Xia people. They were wearing a strange kind of light armor. They were humanoid soldiers transferred from the Fertile World.
Because there is almost no difference in appearance from humans, there is no need to cover it with robes like elves.
In comparison, the number of these soldiers was much larger, densely packed, almost twice as many as the elves.
Nuwa, who was wearing Cheng Lin's other uniform with a small lapel, walked out of the spirit world calmly, then glanced at the world and frowned slightly.
She hugged the crystal ball in her arms tightly, looked at Cheng Lin, and said:
"Time is too short, we can only send out so many, and... they can't last too long."
Concerned that there were people around her, Nuwa's words were relatively vague.
Cheng Lin naturally understood that she was referring to the battery life of the soldiers. However, being able to create more than two thousand soldiers in such a short period of time, even though they were only at the third level, was enough to show that Nuwa had pushed the productivity of the Fertile Soil Factory to the limit.
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Seeing that Cheng Lin was silent, she added: "Production is still going on over there."
"Thank you for your hard work." Cheng Lin said sincerely.
At this time, the monks from the Fourth Division next to them were completely dumbfounded. Their minds were almost blank, and they looked at the sudden appearance of thousands of people in disbelief.
They clearly sensed that these people were not ordinary people and had psychic energy fluctuations that could not be concealed.
Is this... the reinforcements sent by the First Division? There are so many? Is this more than the total number of troops in the First Division?
And the way this appears is unavoidable...
"Cheng...Commander Cheng...they..." the team leader finally spoke after stumbling.
Cheng Lin glanced at him, frowned slightly, and explained: "Hidden power."
Hidden power? Dozens of local monks were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
They are all ordinary monks, many of them have just graduated, and the highest official position is just a team leader. How can they get information about the first division?
Hearing what Cheng Lin said, they instantly realized that they thought this was the country's secret reserve force, and now that the situation was urgent, they had no choice but to send it out.
"I understand!" Team leader Gao Da suddenly understood, and his eyes lit up immediately, as if he saw hope, "What should we do?"
"I will attract those monsters later. You take people to the back, summon the local bureau and security forces, and try your best to move the people! Don't worry about the rest!" Cheng Lin said quickly.
"yes!"
Dozens of people responded in unison and immediately ran outside quickly.
When they were far enough away, Cheng Lin looked at Nuwa and Harold, put the bronze whistle in his mouth again, and blew it with all his strength!
The sea of bones immediately changed direction and rushed towards Cheng Lin, while the soldiers and the elf guards tacitly built a defense line.
Harold fully drew the giant bow and sacred weapon "Aurora" behind him.