The improvement of sublimation progress is definitely something to be happy about. However, Tianyang also knows that starting from job level 5, the materials for sublimation media are not so easy to obtain.
Otherwise, a set of level 5 medium of the God of War class would not have been sold at such a high price.
Moreover, the three classes of War God, Hunter, and Elemental Heart are very common and are also the most numerous classes.
The media materials for these three classes are also easier to obtain, so the prices are much cheaper than those for other classes.
I am an Avenger, and even the materials for level 4 are mainly old criminals. God knows what kind of strange things are needed for level 5 materials.
Don't consider it for now.
Tianyang put these thoughts aside. Now was not the time to think about this. Judging from the current situation, the exploration of the Netherworld Secret Realm had come to an end and was about to reach its climax.
As long as Akagi is conquered, this journey will end here.
But the young man knew in his heart that Akagi was not so easy to conquer.
The King of Dusk, his many guards, plus the high-level Dusk clan and a large number of middle and low-level people.
Unless all three armies are mobilized in the fortress, there is hope of taking it down in a short time. Otherwise, Tian Yang can only think of eating up the city bit by bit by constantly consuming the power of the Dusk Clan like a millstone.
That is not a feat that can be accomplished in three to five days.
It is estimated to take a month or even longer.
After Commander Chu Yan arrived, more and more troop carriers entered the camp. The soldiers getting off the vehicles were all wearing heavy, strange armor that shone with starlight.
Tian Yang had never seen these armors before. Judging from the aura of starlight emitted by them, the armor seemed to contain star crystals.
The boy guessed that it was a special armor developed to protect against ghost possession, which was the basis for the fortress to attack Akagi. If it could defend against ghost possession, then ordinary soldiers could also participate in the battle.
In this way, the number of combatants that the fortress could mobilize suddenly increased.
It's just that time is short. Even if the fortress's production system responds fully, it may not be able to produce too many targeted armors in such a short time.
In addition to soldiers, strategic-level weapons and equipment in various tanks were continuously delivered to the camp, and the fortress was silently carrying out pre-war preparations.
Preparation work like this will probably take one to two days.
The young man stretched, which meant that he could at least rest for a day or so.
"Mr. Tianyang."
A hunter from the Purple Dragon team ran over, his face a little reserved, but more respectful: "Master Yunfeng is back, I want you to go to the main tent."
In the battle when the black people retreated, everyone saw Tianyang charging into the enemy camp alone.
The silver lightning that flashed like a stunning beauty in the black tide left an unforgettable memory for most people.
In their eyes, Tianyang's status has risen to the level where he can be on par with talented masters like Yunfeng and Bai Wuji.
No one would doubt that as long as Tianyang is given time, his name will eventually be listed alongside those well-known strong men.
The young man nodded slightly, without saying anything else, and arrived at the main tent alone.
The main tent had just been set up, but a holographic tactical sand table was already placed in the tent.
It is changing. Synchronized with the Fortress military sandbox, it is receiving data and building models.
In the main tent, several captains had already arrived. After Tianyang arrived, he sat quietly in a corner.
A moment later, Yunfeng opened the tent and walked in. He had changed into a new set of clothes and armor, the style of which was the same as before. The young man wondered in his heart how many identical outer clothes and armors this young master had brought.
After changing his clothes, the spotless Second Young Master Yun walked to the sand table with his hands behind his back, stared at the Akagi model being built on the sand table, and said in a deep voice: "In the meeting just now, the fortress has confirmed that the next battle will be a bait plan."
No one asked any questions, everyone was waiting for Yunfeng to continue.
Yunfeng did not disappoint them. After a brief pause, he said calmly, "I think you have roughly guessed this plan. Yes, the fortress will send out bait troops to lure the black people hiding in the city to chase, and then lead them to our main force and annihilate them."
"In my opinion, this is a very frustrating tactic. But there is no other way. Obviously, we are outnumbered. Whether it is the lower-level soldiers or the high-ranking warriors, there are too few of them."
"Although this problem has been reported to the fortress, I believe that more masters and strong men will arrive in a while. But before they come, we can only use this slightly passive tactic to reduce the number of black people little by little."
It was exactly what I thought. Tianyang thought seriously and decided to start learning about tactics after returning.
Yunfeng raised a finger and said, "Next, you will have a day to rest. Tomorrow, we will serve as the bait force. If possible, I want to lure out at least one high-level black civilian."
High-level black civilians, do they refer to the level of the king's guards, similar to the level of "Death Saint" black civilians? The appetite of the second young master Yun is still as big as ever. Tianyang's mouth corners slightly raised.
"The meeting is adjourned."
Everyone walked out of the main tent one after another.
Zilong suggested, "We have a day off anyway, how about we go have a drink?"
There is a bar in the campsite.
It is a place for people to vent and relax, however, only sublimators are allowed to enter the bar.
The main reason for allowing the establishment of such a place was that there were not only troops in the fortress in the camp.
There were also a large number of foreigners from outside the fortress, as well as members of various families' teams. These people could not be restrained by military discipline. If there was no bar for them to vent and relax, they might cause other troubles.
Han Yu decisively rejected Zilong's proposal, Tianyang remained noncommittal, and only Feiyuan enthusiastically supported it.
Finally, Han Yu returned to his tent, and Tian Yang was carried to the bar by the other two captains.
The bar was packed with people.
The powerful music drum beats tested people's ears. Tianyang slightly covered the eardrums with star energy, and the sound in the bar immediately weakened to an acceptable range.
The people in the bar were mainly foreigners, and these visitors from outside the fortress were indulging themselves wantonly at the moment. Tianyang passed by people in various strange costumes, among which several women in revealing clothes showed great interest in the boy.
The three of them came to the bar, Zilong knocked on the counter and said loudly: "Three glasses of wine, strong enough."
The thick-lipped bartender, who exuded a strong aura, smiled, swayed slightly to the beat of the music, and slammed three large cups on the bar.
Looking at the cup that was almost as big as his head, Tianyang suddenly felt a little regretful. At this time, the bartender poured some slightly fluorescent liquid into the cup.
"Here, don't drink too quickly. Here's a suggestion. If you feel unwell, it's best to use your star energy to expel the alcohol."
Zilong took a sip and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Wow, what kind of wine is this? I've never tasted it before."
The bartender had a proud look on his face: "Of course, that's because only I can make it. This treasure is called 'Crazy Witch', it's a good thing that can make you high to heaven!"
Zilong laughed loudly, and was actually a little drunk: "Not bad, come on, Tianyang, Feiyuan, let's have a drink."
Forget about one gulp, I'd better just drink one sip. Tianyang suspected that if he drank this cup of stuff, he would probably waste the whole day sleeping.
He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He didn't feel the spiciness of the liquor when he first drank it, but instead it tasted a bit like the sweetness of juice. But after the liquid went down his throat, it felt like a flame was ignited in his lower abdomen.
The deafening sound waves around him began to become vague and unclear. The boy's thoughts seemed to float out of his body, and he felt a strange sense of relaxation that he had never felt before.
After just one sip, the boy was already tipsy, but still a little far from being drunk.
Moreover, he quite likes the feeling of letting his thoughts go and floating freely.
In his eyes, the voices of Zilong and Feiyuan seemed to come from far away. He couldn't hear clearly what the two captains were saying, but he guessed from their expressions that they were probably making fun of his drinking capacity.
At this time, a woman pushed through the crowd and walked straight towards Tianyang. She was very tall, with a pale complexion, and was obviously not from the Gulf region. She had long, wavy, golden hair.
She has proud breasts, long and straight legs, and a screamingly thin waist.
She walked up to Tianyang and lifted the boy's chin with one finger: "I like you, do you want to go somewhere with me?"
Zilong and Feiyuan laughed and followed suit: "Promise her, Tianyang, such good things don't come around often."
Indeed, this is a woman who can drive a man crazy. Moreover, she should be experienced and able to make a man feel supreme pleasure from both his mind and body.
Tianyang shook his head. Although he was a little drunk and his thoughts were drifting to the sky, he had a feeling that this woman had bad intentions.
The pale-skinned woman held up the boy's face and exhaled a fragrant breath from her lips: "Don't be shy. After tasting me, I guarantee you will forget other women."
The malice became more obvious.
It stimulated Tianyang, and the drunkenness in the boy's eyes disappeared, and his eyes were stern: "Let go, or, if you want to use a prosthesis in the future, choose one."
The music was still playing, but the people near the bar suddenly became quiet.
The woman seemed to be holding a piece of ice that chilled her to the bone, freezing her so much that she stepped back suddenly, looking at Tianyang with complicated eyes.
Finally, a few words burst out from his tightly pursed lips: "I don't know what's good for me!"
But at this moment, a rough voice sounded: "You are the one who doesn't know what's good for you, 'Poison Scorpion' Irene. You picked the wrong target tonight. If you really get this young master into bed, I can guarantee that you won't have to leave here."
The crowd parted and Tieshi came over carrying a large wine glass.