Inside Baicheng, Qianye didn't close his eyes for a long time before he was awakened by the sound of the rumbling guns. He stood up, looked out from the half-cut wall, and saw a group of vampire swordsmen rushing over silently and quickly like ghosts.
Qianye stood still, under the lurking bloodline, the team of blood warriors turned a blind eye to Qianye who was close at hand, and rushed directly past the wall. After they had all passed, Qianye stood up straight, took out the phantom Manjusawa, pointed it at the back of the head of a blood clan lord, and shot it out. Then disappeared again.
Blood Sir screamed, fell to the ground, hugged his head, and rolled over in pain. The blood warriors stopped immediately, part of them guarded the surroundings, and part of them tried to rescue the officer. Blood Sir was the leader of this team of fighters. He was seriously injured, but it was not without hope of surviving. In the end, in desperation, most of the blood warriors left the battlefield with Blood Sir, and the remaining few became cautious. Be cautious and search the depths of Baicheng.
And Qianye glanced at the follow-up, and the figure disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was standing on the top of the ruins several blocks away. He threw the half-trunk spear in his hand and nailed a werewolf baron to the road.
The baron also had two followers, they just wanted to help their master, but all of a sudden they stood up from among the corpses on the side of the road, bullets rained down, and beat the two servants into a sieve. Several mercenaries then dispersed and ran away, then lay down in another place, continuing to act as corpses.
The entire Baicheng has long been turned into a purgatory.
Any dark corner may shoot bullets or daggers, and each corpse must be judged to be true or false. Even the pile of bricks, stones and tiles cannot be confirmed to be safe, and a few mercenaries may rush out of it at any time, or suddenly collapse and become a trap.
Underground Baicheng, many tunnels had already been dug by the dark defenders for the purpose of preparing for war and storing supplies. After Song Zining took over, he expanded the underground into a huge maze, and there were several floors up and down. At this point in the battle, all these arrangements have shown their function.
After suffering several losses on the ruined battlefield, the dark race also discovered the underground secret, but they didn't have a good way to deal with it. They once discovered several underground passage entrances, but as long as they entered, they would never return. No one knows which are real passages and which are just death traps to lure opponents.
The entire city, above and below ground, is a battlefield. The two sides are intertwined with each other, and danger may come from all directions.
In the entire ruins, there are two most dangerous enemies, Qianye and Song Zining. The illusion created by Song Zining's Three Thousand Floating Leaves Domain is as real as it is, often simulating a mercenary image between two teams of enemies, which can make the two teams of enemies kill each other. And Qianye is the nightmare of all nobles. On this battlefield, his bloodline lurking made him look like an ordinary mercenary. Those strong people who are used to using perception, even if they see Qianye, will subconsciously treat him as an ordinary mercenary, and then there will be no more.
After killing another Nerubian Viscount, Qianye finally felt a little tired. Before I knew it, I had been fighting for a whole day. Counting, how many times has this been fought? Even he himself couldn't figure it out for a moment. Twelve or thirteen times
The sky was dark, the moon in the sky was emitting a dim yellow light, and a line of blood was outlined on the edge. Occasionally, two rounds of the moon can be seen on the floating land, but the orientation and shape are quite different from those seen on the land mass. When the battle is in full swing, when you look up, you feel like you are in a foreign land.
A few long sirens sounded in the distance, shrill and lonely. This was a signal to retreat, and the dark race fighters rushed out of the city like an ebbing tide, many fell under the bullets from behind. The resilience and bloodthirsty of the mercenaries were fully stimulated, and they didn't stop killing just because the opponent retreated.
Qianye climbed to the top of a ruin and looked at the entire Baicheng. In his field of vision, the light dots representing the flesh and blood of the living beings were much sparser. This means that many mercenaries turned into corpses in this battle. Although I don't know how many people are still hiding in the tunnel, but I think there will not be many.
Feeling something in his heart, he jumped up and landed on the ruins of another block. Song Zining was sitting on a rock, panting continuously. At this moment, Song Zining's mask was nowhere to be found, and the eye-catching white robe was also thrown away somewhere. Only the spear was still in his hand, but it was also covered with blood stains and dust, no longer shining.
Qianye sat down beside him, sighed, and said, "We are running out of people."
Song Zining said, "Many of them died."
"Many people have been with us for a long time."
Song Zining seemed to understand Qianye's mood, "Qianye, it's normal for people to die in this kind of war. This is a frontal battle between the two camps. Let alone tens of thousands of dead, it's you and me, or even bigger people. Everyone is a small pawn on this battlefield. Even if you are pushed to the front, you can't help yourself."
Qianye let out a long breath and said, "Sometimes I really don't understand, what is the war for?"
"Survival, resources, and others? Ha, that's not what we should be thinking about right now. The real thing is to find a way to survive first." At this point, Song Zining patted Qianye and said, "You want to step down the Holy Spirit?" The man from the mountain, how could he be so listless, haha!"
"What about you, what are you doing for?" Qianye suddenly asked.
Song Zining was silent for a moment, then Fang said: "When the old ancestor was closed to death, I could feel that she regretted it. Regret that she didn't take the heavy hand to clean up the family sooner. Speaking of which, if she didn't make the final decision back then, I might I can’t go to Huangquan training camp either.”
"She made the decision?" Qianye was a little surprised.
Song Zining never directly mentioned how he entered the underworld. Qianye always thought that Song Zining's talent test was continuously manipulated, maybe he was thrown away as a family outcast, so he never asked in detail. Now it seems that it is true that Song Zining was squeezed out by the family, and there is also the shadow of the old lady taking advantage of the situation behind her.
"Huangquan is not a bad thing. Think about the people on the Evernight Continent. If you want to trade your life for such resources, there is no way." Song Zining stretched his waist, "I'm exhausted, come here, borrow me."
Qianye kicked away a section of scorched metal, and sat back to back with Song Zining, and the two began to chat about the past. Huang Quan, and the time before the two never met.
This is an age when one must struggle to survive, not by handouts alone. Even if they can live on their knees, there are always people who would rather die standing up.
Going back to the beginning of everything, the Yongye garbage dump, a fragment inevitably appeared in the depths of Qianye's memory. The silver-haired man slightly leaned over and stretched out his hand, surrounded by the cyan light rain that had not completely dissipated, at that moment he seemed to see a heavenly being.
Romil in the distance held a long death list, his face was ashen, and his eyes were red as if they would overflow with blood.
The only ones who have enough information to be on this list are those with strong titles. That's why this list is so chillingly long. All the powerhouses present couldn't help but rejoice that they were not on the list.
The only person who looked calm was the only Vice-Duke Pratt who was sitting besides Romil. He did enter Baicheng, and withdrew out following the military order. As for what he did in the city, how could ordinary strong people know? Even if someone knows it, they dare not say it.
There was nothing Romil could do about it, and now looking at the list in his hand, he finally realized Pratt's mood when he retreated. More than half of the powerful knights in his troops have died in battle so far, and even a marquis has died. There are many close relatives of him here. This battle has crippled Romil's power. Without decades, don't expect to be able to make up for the loss.
At this moment, all eyes are on Romil. Romil knew what the subordinates were thinking. They hoped that he and Pratt would enter Baicheng together. Only in this way could they suppress Qianye and Song Zining. To put it bluntly, it's time for a decisive battle between the two main generals.
However, this decision was not easy.
Although Romil rarely fought faction battles, he would never underestimate the strength of the human race. As a powerful figure in the Mammon clan, he knew many secrets that Pratt did not know. What I think of at this moment is the Nerubian Grand Duke who broke into the Hall of Valor. The Grand Duke broke in alone, and in a blink of an eye he was seriously injured and fled. He didn't even care about the fleet under his command. He forcibly crossed the void, and was rescued by the support fleet, which saved him from death. But he is still in a coma, and no one knows what happened in the Hall of Valor.
Romil has been thinking about where the strong man who can instantly injure the Grand Duke is hiding? He tried repeatedly at any cost, but he failed to find out the whereabouts of the strong man. From the beginning to the end, it seemed that there were only two truly strong people in Baicheng, Qianye and Song Zining.
Thinking of this, Romil could not help but look at Pratt with hatred. The old nerubian just pretended not to see anything.
Romil hated even more, if Platt hadn't given him wrong information, he wouldn't have lost so many soldiers. Now it seems that there are at least thousands of mercenaries in Baicheng. In other words, Qianye gathered more than 30,000 warriors in the city!
Putting 30,000 people in such a small place as Baicheng is simply insane. And what kind of black magic technology is the fortification of the human race? After being plowed by heavy artillery, it can still be used to fight a war of attrition.
Looking at Baicheng in the distance, Romil finally spoke and asked, "How many troops do we have?"
"My lord, there are less than 40,000."
Romil's pupils shrank slightly, and after a while, Fang Chen said in a deep voice: "The order, the whole army is attacking! All the warriors of the tribe, as long as they can still move, go to the front line for me. All my ships and all the airships retreat. Back into the void."
All the attendants were shocked, "My lord, absolutely not!"
This is a self-defeating move. Obviously Romil intends to break the boat and defeat the defenders of Baicheng in one fell swoop. The problem is, what Romil actually cut off is the retreat of the people below. With his strength, seeing that the situation is not good, he can fly into the void alone and return to the ship. And the other earls and viscounts who had no ability to enter the void just stayed and waited to die.
Pratt knew Romil's plan, but his ship was also parked in the void, so he was naturally happy to arrange this. And others did not dare to challenge Romil directly.
After setting the mission, Romil turned to Pratt and said with a smile, "Master Pratt, are you interested in visiting Baicheng with me?"
Pratt stood up and said, "There's nothing to see there. But since Lord Romil is interested, of course I will accompany you."
"Very good!" Romil stepped out of the battleship first and stood in the air. A group of strong men followed him out of the ship, and the huge battleship turned around immediately, then lifted off and disappeared into the sky.
In Baicheng, Qianye felt as if he had just sat down for a long time, when the roar of heavy artillery shells was heard in the air again.
By this time, no one would intercept the shells. The original force is becoming more and more precious, until now, even Qianye's recovery speed can't fully make up for the consumption, let alone other people. Anyway, there are not many shells left by the dark race, and the shelling is sparse, but it is just a show, and it is right to use it as a signal to attack.
Qianye and Song Zining looked at each other and prepared to separate. At this moment, Qianye suddenly felt something, and turned his head to look at the sky.
Above the night sky, the figures of the two Dukes of Eternal Night came slowly, their coercion undisguised, like overwhelming mountains!
"It's a decisive battle." Qianye realized something.
Song Zining looked at Qianye and gestured. Qianye thought for a while, then nodded slowly.