Chapter Two Thousand Two Hundred and Three Breaking the Source
Mirroring method.
Fourth level water magic.
Different from the lawful fourth-level phantom magic, this magic focuses on the reproduction of group illusions.
The mass illusion has almost as much power as the real thing.
This is a high-level magic that can change the battlefield situation at critical moments.
But the mirroring method also has fatal flaws.
Compared with the reproduction of illusions and phantom magic, the objects reproduced by the mirror image method are like mirror flowers and water moons, which can be broken with one poke. It requires formation or fighting for the opportunity to make this magic work.
"Xu Dadu ran away, should we run away?"
"Don't talk nonsense. If you say such things in the military camp, your head will be chopped off."
Sensing that Xu Zhi had already flown out, Li Duohuang couldn't help but murmured, and was immediately reminded by Gu Yuxi's hand.
Li Duohuang has a loose personality, and many of his actions are based on personal wishes. However, Gu Yuxi had been a member of the Dongyue Fourth Military Region before and knew the importance of coordinated operations among the legions.
Great cultivators occupy an extremely important position, and some words may be said unintentionally, but some people will inevitably hear them intentionally, which will shake the morale of the military.
Whether it is Dongyue or Northern Xinjiang, there is not much difference in the military district system, and speaking out without restraint will cause great trouble.
While the two were communicating in low voices, they could still feel several eyes staring at them.
A feeling like a light on his back came, and Li Duohuang muttered and stopped immediately.
No matter how Northern Xinjiang fights, if something really goes wrong, then she will definitely focus on self-preservation, and she will not care about the military camp.
The ghosts in front of me almost filled the sky.
If it is daytime, as long as you look over, you will see a vast expanse of white, surging in like a tide.
Plasma cannons and electromagnetic cannons that strike in a wide range are a bit weak, not only because the release frequency cannot keep up, but also because this kind of strike is aimed at the sky, it is difficult to produce a large-scale collision sputtering effect.
The roar of nearly a hundred heavy machine guns was as harsh as a noisy cutting machine, and the dense and concentrated firepower swept hundreds of meters away.
But Li Duohuang knew very well that this would not last too long.
She has already seen some fish that slipped through the net penetrate the line of fire and get within a distance of nearly a hundred meters.
This kind of creatures does not seem to be decreasing at all, and is still increasing.
Cannons and firearms will generate heat and require rest, as well as constant use and replacement of consumables.
Ten minutes, or twenty minutes.
Li Duohuang stared at the approaching ghost.
When you reach a certain distance, you need a big practitioner to assist you in attacking.
But this is not a real confrontation. The endless ghosts are just an appetizer for the remnant army. The real opponent is still far behind.
At this time, she was also curious about where Xu Zhi had gone.
Thinking of Xu Zhi's ability to walk freely in the dog's hole and his ability to escape, she shook her head in a depressed manner. No one could play with Xu Zhi's thighs, and they simply couldn't keep up with this rhythm.
Under the influence of the yin and yang lotus, Xu Zhi had already flown around in the high air for several rounds, and then gradually flew away.
The direction seemed a bit blurry, and Li Duohuang stopped sensing angrily.
At this time, high in the sky, Xu Zhi's figure kept twisting and turning, looking for an approachable direction and distance.
After a cursory glance, he had roughly estimated that this was an elite remnant army of nearly 100,000 people.
In addition to various regular legions, there are more than ten giant ballistae and catapults behind the survivors' military camp.
At this time, the remnant army is in a state of preparation for war, with formations constantly being arranged, magical power being exerted, and protection and vigilance.
It seems that they are very familiar with the methods of flying and beheading that the great masters are good at. At this time, senior shooters in the remnant army are constantly peeping into the air, staring closely at any figure flying by the brilliance of their inner energy.
In addition to archers who are good at long-range shooting, there are also griffins constantly patrolling in the sky.
This ferocious flying behemoth has high combat effectiveness and has the sharp eyesight of an eagle.
After flying close several times, Xu Zhi could vaguely feel that he was locked, so he had to fly far away.
Dozens of miles away, Xu Zhi fell quietly, his body like a shadow, instantly blending into the darkness.
He is interested in the reasons for the creation of the Mirror Image Dafa, and is also interested in the endless stream of heroic spirits in the Remnant Legion.
The former is fake and the real thing, while the latter is endless cannon fodder for war.
When the two are combined, there is no easy way to deal with it.
At this time, there was already a certain degree of confrontation between Northern Xinjiang and the Remnant Legion, and it was time for him to find out.
The constant shuttle is also accompanied by constant proximity.
He could already see the face of this legion member clearly, and he could also see the enthusiasm in his eyes.
It seems like a release that has been suppressed for many years, but also has the sense of accomplishment of a conqueror.
"Erasia!"
"Erasia!"
…
As the prayers were recited, the shouts became louder and the morale became higher.
Several magical lights hovered in the low sky, and the camp of the Remnants was shrouded in a faint light.
His aura was completely restrained, and there was no brilliance of inner energy on his body. Xu Zhi walked leisurely through the camp.
As long as he doesn't bump into a top reconnaissance expert, it will be difficult for anyone to detect his whereabouts.
If it was really discovered, Xu intuitively knew that he still had the ability of a grand master and could barely escape.
When the armies are facing each other like this, there is little chance that the other side will pursue them wildly.
"... There is no way for the gods to retreat. Any alien civilization that occupies our world needs to be destroyed. Erathia will definitely be able to get out of their own small world and firmly occupy the big world from now on. Our ancestors have made countless sacrifices..."
Among the legions, there was a priest who continued to speak loudly and bewitchingly.
It was difficult for the pastor's voice to be transmitted everywhere, but after the atmosphere increased, the herd effect continued to confuse every participant, making everyone fall into a frenzy and fearlessness.
This may be the group of legion commanders.
As Xu Zhi continued to approach the group of commanders, he also noticed the source of ghosts ahead.
Like a dam releasing water, countless white ghosts are pouring out of two huge holes in the center of the camp.
Several priests in white robes were singing nearby, which gave the crazy ghosts the ability to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and also knew what they were going to do.
"According to the discharge rate, at least nearly 10 million heroic spirits have been released at this time. Nearly half of the imprisoned spirits have been consumed. It may be necessary to re-absorb the souls."
"There are too many aliens in the outside world. Just wait until they are used up before going to capture the souls."
"Why do the alien groups on the opposite side have such powerful firepower?"
"I sensed from the stranger that after crossing this frozen strait, there seems to be another powerful kingdom on the other side."
"Our scope of influence is limited, and we must get rid of this hard thorn."
"The harder the thorn is, the better. I'm afraid they won't resist."
"Then it would be best to attract them."
…
As he got closer, some sounds came into his ears.
Xu Zhi even noticed the treasures placed on the ground.
Two black skull alloy sculptures.
Imprisoned spirit.
A treasure that Xu Zhi had seen twice.
Once it came from the ruins of Hushan, the King of Kings searched for it. The treasure caused the King of Kings to cry after Yan Xuankong cried, and Yan Xingxia to cry after Yan Xuankong cried. It has a strong ability to guide sadness.
One time, it came from Castros Cave, from a remnant mage who could turn into a horse.
This also caused a big disaster in Castellos Cave.
Millions of undead and heroic spirits besieged the city, driving many cultivators into chaos.
Standing quietly in the shadow of the priest, following the exaggerated waving gestures of the priest, a long stick quietly stretched out from the shadow.
"Bang!"
The figure suddenly appeared, and the Demonic Rod weighing more than 1,600 kilograms lightly touched the imprisoned spirit, and then quickly retracted into the shadow.
"Creak~"
A crackling sound came.
The crazy outpouring of ghosts suddenly stopped, and the fire stopped.
"what happened?"
"Why did the imprisoned spirit suddenly fall into the ground?"
"Creak~"
Another broken sound also came.
Seeing the two imprisoned spirits falling into the ground together, and the treasure still twisted, deformed and shattered, even if the reaction was slow and the sneaking figure was not noticed, the problem was understood at this time.
"The treasure was attacked."
"Someone must have come in..."
The priests in white robes suddenly started mumbling.
The ghosts in the sky are still moving forward, but at this time, these ghosts have no follow-up additions.