Seeing that these mercenaries did not dare to step forward, Qingxuan felt that he had overestimated the quality of this group of people.
Even if the puppets he just arranged caused them to lose a lot of troops, war is not a battle. If he really cared about the so-called dignity and glory, he might have died countless times.
The resources and strategies of war cannot be calculated based on individual gains and losses. The most appropriate planning and the most economical arrangements are the key to victory——
I wonder if the consequences of delaying the entire battle due to so-called personal feelings, or choosing or avoiding problems that should be faced due to simply trivial deviations, can really be compared with the so-called honor and disgrace of a soldier?
This is especially true in a war of attrition. Efficiency comes first. Both Mu Yin and Long Ran know this. They deliberately avoid the stronger mercenaries and choose mercenaries with middle and low strength to kill quickly. Could it be that they really can't beat the high-level mercenaries?
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No! Because only by allowing painless puppets to consume the combat effectiveness of high-level mercenaries to the maximum efficiency, buying them time to wear down the number of enemies, can the chance of victory be increased!
With noble status like them, they all understand what is really important. I didn't expect that these people with low strength would care about the type of opponent...
It's not that Qingxuan understands their thoughts, it's just that he has seen too many such people. In the final analysis, they either die by sticking to the so-called stereotypes, or they are trying to hide their inner fragility.
They are all dead. Is there really any difference between death at the hands of Mu Yin and Long Ran and death at the hands of him developing puppets?
"I thought it would be more interesting...that's all."
Qingxuan took out the scroll from the puppet's mouth and spread his hands.
"I'll count to three. If you evacuate here now, most of you will still have a chance to survive."
"Don't let him use the inscription technique!" One person saw through Qingxuan's movements and shouted and rushed forward, but most of them chose to abandon their helmets and armor——
"I won't fight! Mu Yin still has a chance of winning by herself. Long Ran and Gen Zhi are both here. The most important thing is that this monster can't be defeated at all!"
"If there's any benefit, you have to take it with your life! I won't do it!!"
The mercenaries who have lost their fighting spirit have lost their ability to fight.
"time's up--"
The material of the unfolded scroll was obviously different from the one he brought when he came to Blood City. The moment the young man unfolded it, the paper surface of the scroll turned into countless transparent threads, which then gathered in the sky above the gate of Blood City.
"Those who are disobedient are against destiny, those who are obedient follow the heavens, follow the rules and wishes, and bind the soul and spirit——"
Qingxuan looked up at the inscribed scroll that he had spent nearly half a year and all his soul consuming in the past six months to outline. The moment it turned into a silk thread and lifted into the sky, the blood energy in the sky was absorbed by the thread, and the thread from the tip to the thread turned completely red.
, and then fell.
Like a big bloody net, like a world-destroying red rain, the threads fell, and the blood became thinner and thinner. Finally, one could vaguely see the blue sky that had not been seen in the ancient battlefield area for thousands of years.
Most of the monsters in the spirit world do not have the method of cultivating the soul, so there are very few monsters with talents such as blacksmith and inscription master. Most of the monsters have no means of defense against the attacks of the soul.
This is also the reason why there are no native monsters in the ancient battlefield. The attacks of evil spirits are aimed at the souls. In addition, the living conditions are harsh. Except for the locals of Blood City, few people can adapt to this environment.
The inscription array he used this time can only be used if other puppets holding soul fragments are buried in a fixed location and there are enough sacrifices within the range.
This inscription formation was modified by him based on the special spell research of the Qingming royal family, and it required a very long time to prepare. During the six months of preparation, he consumed almost all the souls he repaired every day.
But it was not without gain, as the spirit could not improve, so he continued to study the mechanism technique, and also invented many novel products.
In fact, this inscription array is a weapon that Qingxuan plans to use in the purification research of the Shenyan Kingdom in the near future. The Shenyan Kingdom is infected by the toxins, and the silk threads woven by the soul can completely absorb those toxins and then release them all.
Unexpectedly, Qiongqi's seal was loosened during the journey, and his father sent him to come to support him. After investigating the environment of the ancient battlefield, he took this scroll with him before leaving, and buried some of the puppets with soul fragments in case of emergency.
needs.
However, the effect of this inscription array far exceeded his imagination. The blood energy of the ancient battlefield seemed to be more compatible with the soul thread. After being integrated, it could actually increase the offensive power of the soul thread several times!
The red threads were like evil spirits, with aggressive instincts binding every mercenary who tried to escape or struggle, and then more and more threads became entangled.
"What...what?! Ah——!!"
The end of the soul thread turned into a sharp poisonous stinger, like poisonous snakes, piercing their vital points.
After the blood of the evil spirit is filled in the blank soul line, it is converted into a similar existence, but it is more flexible than the evil spirit. It is driven by the curse formation, which means that Qingxuan is controlling and using the entire ancient battlefield.
The evil spirits fight.
But this one-sided conflict did not last long. The soul thread fixed the mercenary's body and injected blood into it. After that, he completely lost his vitality, fell to the ground, and dissipated.
"It consumes too much... but it has no impact on my combat power. The preparation time is also very long... there is no way to mass-produce it."
The mercenaries who were recruited all lost their minds and started fighting each other with their companions. Qingxuan carefully studied the results of the release of the inscription array, recording and analyzing them carefully, as if he was not on the battlefield at all.
"This is too much!"
Several mercenary leaders who had been in the middle of the battle circle and were masters hired by Ming Ling with a lot of money discovered that Qingxuan not only had no joy in defeating him, but even treated those who died in battle as experimental subjects, they were furious for a moment.
They have been fighting in various places for many years, and it is common for them to fight for their lives, but at least they will be treated as one person until they die, but this mechanist does not think so at all - he does not even regard the confrontation with them as a battle!
Several people looked at each other and confirmed a consensus——
Regardless of Mu Yin's life or death, Qingxuan must be killed no matter how much he offends another force!
Too many mercenaries died in his hands, more than the three killed by Mu Yin, Long Ran and Gen Zhi!
And the bloody thread just now was enough to reduce the already huge consumption of troops by 20%! If this continues, the battle is over, even if the mercenaries win...their subordinates, who are the leaders of the mercenary area, will have a blank.
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Never allow this to happen!
Some of the five mercenaries work alone and some are good at teamwork, but at this moment they all choose to act together.
Now this mechanist's puppet is almost exhausted! If we concentrate a little more, we will definitely be able to keep him forever!
Once again piercing a person's heart, Gen Zhi suddenly turned around. He immediately noticed the murderous aura directed toward Qing Xuan, who was still bowing his head, and immediately felt something bad.
"Mu Yin Longran, I'll leave this to you! Qingxuan's side is not going well! I'm afraid those high-level mercenaries in the rear have been killed!"
"Stop talking nonsense and come to support me. I won't worry you!"
Mu Yin roared loudly, and the ferocious beast heard its master's call, stood up from Mu Yin's side, and ran wildly in the direction of the woman.
The female general turned around and danced with her gun, sweeping across with one shot. The exploding wall of fire forced those who were about to rush into the battle circle back.
She has killed more than 2,000 people now, and her demonic power is somewhat overwhelming. Both sides have reached the point of fighting to the death. All they can do is retain their strength to ensure that they do not break through the defense. There is no time to take care of the excess.
Long Ran was also half-hearted, and the boundaries of the dragon blood barrier became increasingly blurred, but the dragon blood sword flying in the sky was still sharp.
He went into battle later than Mu Yin, and his fighting methods were relatively restrained and did not consume much. However, considering the subsequent consumption, he still did not choose to kill on a large scale.
Genzhi was still far away from Qingxuan, and a senior mercenary had already pointed his fully drawn bowstring at the man who controlled all the puppets in the battle circle.
The other two mercenaries blocked Gen Zhe's path, and the remaining two did not step forward. Instead, they stood behind the mercenary with the bow and arrow, continuously inputting demonic power to solidify the arrow that was about to be shot.
The soul perception of the inscription masters is extremely sharp, and once they get close, they are likely to be intercepted or attacked by the inscriptions.
None of the senior mercenaries present were confident that they could break through quickly while being blocked at close range, let alone kill Qingxuan who was guarded by some of the strongest puppets.
There is only one mercenary left who can use long-range attacks. The chance of making a desperate move is higher than the chance of fighting with all the members!
They didn't believe that Qingxuan could still defend himself against the full blow of the three mercenaries after unleashing such a terrifying attack!
After all, the crown princes of all countries have been offended. No matter how ruthless the desperado is, he only has one life. Do you still have to worry about dying one more time?
Seeing that the arrows were about to hit Qingxuan, the bird of prey was intercepted again, and he was extremely upset——
"Are all researchers these days so obsessed with it?! I have to waste my energy!!"
He had no choice but to release his demon power and hit the sky above the battlefield——
"boom--!!!!"
The thunder broke through the clouds, and Qingxuan also regained consciousness for a moment - the full bow on the opposite side also relaxed instantly, and the flaming arrows destroyed everything in their path, killing the mercenaries and the companions who had lost their minds indiscriminately.
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The bloody scent and sharp arrows were already close at hand, Qingxuan just watched quietly without any emotion.
He couldn't feel death because he seemed to have experienced this scene thoroughly.
Even if something is not new, no matter how many times it is repeated, he will not find it strange anymore.
"Who dares to take action against my son?"
An old and majestic voice resounded in the void of the battlefield, and in front of Qingxuan was a blue shadow, which made the breathing of Long Ran and the others stagnant.
The shadow was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties. His voice was very different from his human form. He reached out to grab the arrow with a destructive aura, glanced at the indifferent Qingxuan, and sighed.
"You know that I have left a ghost in you, so you are so unscrupulous!"
Qingxuan didn't answer, and the middle-aged man didn't pursue it. The demonic power of the arrow in his hand stubbornly refused to dissipate. He frowned and snorted -
"You are a small skill, but you dare to do it in front of me!"
He directly broke the arrow, and then used a little force to crush it into powder. In this way, he simply neutralized the combined attack of the three mercenaries.
The hair of the mercenary who shot the arrow instantly turned white, and the muscles all over his body shriveled up, and his eyes were filled with disbelief——
"How could it be... that takes up all my vitality!!"
The mercenary who used the bow also made up his mind. He thought that Qingxuan would definitely die under his arrow, so he simply poured his whole life's demon power and vitality into that arrow.
No matter how many people the arrow kills, as long as it successfully hits without damage, he can take all the life force and demonic power absorbed in it as his own!
Qingxuan's soul is so powerful! As long as he is killed, even without the help of Ming Ling's resources, and after decades of practice, he will become a strong man under the God Emperor!
He had calculated everything, but he didn't expect it at all. Qingxuan was not taking it lightly, nor was he obsessed with research, but because he still had an absolute trump card!
The archer watched unwillingly as his body gradually turned into a mummy, and finally turned into a pile of sand and gravel, no longer alive. The other two mercenaries who had been injected with demonic power also spurted out a mouthful of blood at this moment, and their faces turned pale.
"No... I'm a little doubtful now... whether the regent is the illegitimate son of the Qingming Emperor..."
Gen Zhi watched in shock as the middle-aged man defused an attack that was enough to kill the four of them, and then started talking to Qing Xuan again, feeling a little dazed.
"It's a monster that rivals the old man... I've learned a lot today!"
Mu Yin was not afraid of anyone present, but looking at the back of the middle-aged man, a chill kept rising in her heart.
"Senior Qingmin..."
Long Ran's mentality is much better. The current Jade Dragon God Emperor...that is, his father, actually has a good relationship with the God Emperors of various countries. He has regarded them as his elders since he was a child, and he doesn't have much fear.
But I am also a little curious. No matter how talented Qingxuan is, he is just an adopted son, and he should not be taken seriously to this extent...
"Who is that person...so...so strong!!"
These mercenaries may not know him, but as the crown prince, Long Ran and the others are very familiar with this person!
Qingming Divine Emperor! The current patriarch of the Xuanwu Clan—the leader of the Qingming Empire!