At this moment, the sky is getting darker, and in the area where the sunlight was originally dim, the sky becomes darker, like thick and water-soaked cloth covering the top of the head layer by layer, gradually lowering, constantly compressing the world.
On the ground, there are neighing and roaring monsters everywhere, with different shapes, including blood-red devils, giant snakes with human faces, powerful ghost apes with three sides and four arms, and layers piled up in the sky, such as
Ghosts gathered densely like a school of fish, as well as strange low-level monsters with various shapes.
These monsters all come from the cracks in the underground caves and sky. Some have evolved naturally, and some are ghost skeletons that were once cultivated by the Yama Palace. They bared their teeth and claws, rubbing their sharp black hooks and teeth, and looked ahead with a low growl.
At the exit of the Great Rift Valley, soldiers wearing black and yellow armor stood on the low city wall made of rubble. Shields like red scales were arranged in a tight row. After that, there were sharp spears standing on the wall.
Between the shields, they were pointed at the outside world, while the positions at the rear continuously fired crossbow bolts as black as locusts, falling into the surging black beasts.
In the current situation, there is no need to aim, any arrow can hit a monster. However, even if one group of monsters is shot down, the next group of monsters will fill in, and their number seems to be endless.
"What's the situation?" Tu Haoyang led several people out of the valley and came to the position at the entrance of the valley.
"Sir, we can only hold on at the moment. Although these monsters are average individually, there are too many of them." A general wearing dark copper armor answered with clasped fists.
"Is this so..."
Tu Haoyang looked up and saw that these monsters all over the mountains and plains were constantly gathering from all over the place. Some of them could fly and were ready to rush into the valley. Fortunately, the dragon knights of those dynasties were very powerful and could quickly kill most of these invading monsters.
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The red-scaled fire dragon roared in the sky, and the suppressed and charged flames poured down from the sky like real substance, burning many ferocious monsters.
Some of the powerful individuals were angered and began to fight back.
32 evil vultures with brown-gray iron feathers were flying in the sky, getting faster and faster, like moving thick steel knives, cutting straight down from the sky from time to time. The atmosphere was split, and scales were blown off the fire dragon's body, and blood spattered.
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Although these evil eagles were not very good at cooperating, relying on the powerful strength of Necronomicon Sequence 6, which far exceeded the number of opponents, the dragonriders of these dynasties finally began to lose their glory and no longer directly crushed them like before.
Looking at the scene in the sky where the flames and afterimages collided and wandered with each other, Tu Haoyang's eyes became serious.
It is undeniable that the dragon knights of the dynasty have undergone rigorous training, controlled flying dragons, and cooperated with each other to burst out powerful strength. But the current problem is that even powerful and excellent warriors have limited physical strength.
These dragon knights basically haven't slept for two days. If they continue, there will probably be a lot of casualties.
For this reason, Tu Haoyang held the hardwood railing in front of him tightly and made a difficult decision in his mind.
Today, it is no different than 6 years ago, when the Sequence 5 dragon knights could only be regarded as reserve forces, and there were even a woven Sequence 7 dragon knight legion within the dynasty.
It's a pity that so many things have changed over the years. Nowadays, the Sequence 5 dragon knights are already the most elite combat troops of the dynasty. The rare Sequence 6 ones are usually the commanders of the dragon knights.
The command of these figures is in the hands of the captains of the various states, and even the state shepherds cannot mobilize them. If the captain wants to command these dragon knights to attack in large numbers, he must have the tiger talisman from the central dynasty. Now he can lead these sixteen dragon knights
If you come out, it is already the limit of your power. Any more will really cross the line.
After all, he is not a dedicated general of the dynasty and does not have the authority to mobilize so many of the most elite troops.
Under the battlements, groups of demons attacked one after another, and were killed by the garrisoned soldiers. Their corpses continued to pile up, and finally a slope formed under the battlements, and the garrisoned military formation gradually lost its due geographical advantage.
Seeing this scene, he slowly waved his hand and asked his adjutant to give the order for the soldiers to retreat temporarily and move behind another wall that was being built at the rear.
"Yes, sir."
Afterwards, the golden gong sounded, and the command flag fluttered in the air. The tens of thousands of dynasty's border troops retreated slowly, leaving the dilapidated and blood-stained position to reorganize in the rear.
Seeing that these enemies were about to leave, some demons also wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to attack. Unfortunately, the dozens of fire dragons in the sky all sprayed red fire and burned the position full of corpses, temporarily blocking these demons.
After so many demons emerged outside the valley, the residents in the valley became worried again. This was the first time in the past month that they were worried and scared. Sometimes they would be awakened by the loud roars of beasts when sleeping at night.
In the shrine, Granny Grotto leaned on the door frame and looked at the chaotic and fierce battlefield at the far end of her sight. Her eyes were full of worry. Now the border troops are fighting and retreating, but the demons are gathering more and more. The situation on the battlefield is
It gradually loses balance and falls to the other side. If there is no more support, I am afraid that tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, these demons will completely flood into the valley, and by then, everything will be over.
"Did they actually find the horn... Alas, everything is fate, the jade sword, the copper candle, and the crane feather..."
As she finished speaking, she seemed to have made up her mind and summoned ghost-killing messengers dressed in black.
After the witch gave instructions, these black-clad ghost-slayers disappeared outside the shrine and rushed into the valley.
Soon after, the old people, village chiefs, clan chiefs, and other representatives of the Youchi clan in the valley received the news and gradually gathered outside the shrine with heavy steps.
And when they saw the white lanterns hung inside and outside the shrine, they seemed to have been prepared and lowered their heads to enter.
I stayed up all night, and the lights in the shrine were brightly lit.
There are no other outsiders here tonight, except Granny Geluo, all of them are highly respected members of the Youchi clan.
They listened quietly to Granny Grotto's story, each with a heavy heart.
Finally, several of the oldest representatives walked out of the crowd.
These old people have white hair, beards and eyebrows. Some of them use crutches and walk tremblingly.
"Master Ge Luo." The voice was excited and sincere, as if tears were slowly flowing.
"I feel guilty and ashamed, and I have nothing to repay... Since you entered this shrine 67 years ago, you have worked diligently for decades to help our family, guide planting, treat diseases, and plan for the four seasons.
Regulate the dragon's veins and soothe the demons."
"I don't want you to approach your old age. Not only have we not been able to let you enjoy your life in peace, but we have also come to this point..." Several of them knelt down and worshiped in front of the witch.
As these elders from the Youchi clan knelt down, others also knelt down and bowed to the ground one after another. There was no one left standing in the shrine hall.
The candles in the hall burned fiercely, and the dazzling candlelight illuminated the old man at the top.
At this moment, she seemed to be excited. She took a trembling breath, slowly raised and lowered her hands, and then closed her eyes.
"This is all I can do. I hope you won't hate me in the future." In this way, the words disappeared.
As daybreak approached, these old men from the evil clan left one by one. Soon after, there were sounds of crying, quarreling, and oppressive silence from every house in the valley.
The impression given by the Youchi clan has always been that they wear black clothes and use black cloth, but today white cloth appeared in the valley.
Every household began to put up white lanterns, and they also started to make makeshift snow-white coats.
As night approaches, the lanterns are hung from the eaves of the shrine, connected in a line, and arranged in all directions and in the valley.
One after another, the candles in the lanterns burned, and as the suspension ropes swayed slightly in the air, they formed a long corridor leading directly to the shrine in the dark valley.
The candles that I didn’t want to waste and used stingily in the past were all dug out from the bottom of the box tonight. On both sides of the street were wealthy people dressed in black. Their originally pale faces were illuminated by the warm lights, and they stood quietly.
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One after another, a special clan of ghosts walked out of their homes. They all wore white coats that were different from others, and their faces were covered with white cloth. Only the corner of their feet could be seen.
Most of these people are between 20-40 years old, which is when they are most healthy and active in their lives.
A drumbeat began to sound in the peaceful and silent valley. The sound of these drums was deep and slow, just like the ensemble at ancient sacrifices and ceremonies.
The ancient songs of the crotched teeth slowly rose from the valley. They followed the elders of the clan and recited the language of the ancient country with ghosts. The songs were faint and distant, as if they contained endless vicissitudes and desolation. (
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And tonight, the border troops of the Plantagenet Dynasty were isolated and watched silently as this group of noble clansmen dressed in white slowly walked through the streets and walked step by step towards the shrine with rows of lanterns hung there.
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