"Everything is about probability. There are always chances of making mistakes, but as long as we persist in making decisions with high probability, the chances of making mistakes will be smaller than those of our opponents, and victory will be on our side." Anwen replied.
"It would be great if wars could be decided by numbers," the witch said coldly.
"At least so far, my winning percentage is pretty good."
"A coach as weak as you is really rare."
Anwen didn't take it seriously, and said: "Strength and weakness should be seen in the dimension of a hundred years or even a thousand years. When you want to explore the depths of the void one day, you will understand the meaning of numbers."
"No matter how important the number is, it can't match the absolute strength. No, look over there, how did the spider devil get mixed up with the vampire?"
Anwen looked into the distance, and saw that the nerubian army was indeed converging with the blood army, and the two sides were reorganizing according to a certain pattern. The two sides acted skillfully, and it was obvious that they had a plan long ago, and it was not a temporary idea.
"Let them go." An Wen said.
At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the front, and the flames suddenly lit up on the horizon. The vanguard of the demon descendants had entered the range of the imperial fortress, and the battle had already begun.
The number of An Wen's body suddenly increased several times, and countless formulas rolled down, and finally turned into orders, which were conveyed to all the demon troops.
The demon clans moved accordingly and cooperated with each other to weave an overwhelming fire net, suppressing the firepower of the imperial fortress in one fell swoop.
However, although the imperial fortress was at a disadvantage, it was extremely tenacious. No matter what kind of blow it received, the counterattack firepower never stopped. As the demon troops spread out to the two wings, more fortresses also began to spit out flames, curbing the demon's offensive.
In the other direction, Yetong stood in the air, with Basil next to him.
The proud son of the spider demon was very respectful in front of Ye Tong, and said: "The reorganization of the troops has been completed, look..."
"Attack." Yetong's words were always extremely concise.
Basil lifted his spirits, waved his hand and pointed forward, and amidst the long sound of the horn, the mixed army of nerubians and blood races also rushed towards the fortresses of the empire like a torrent of floods.
Among the empire's second-line fortresses, there are several relatively large-scale fortresses. They play a central role, responsible for supporting and covering the surrounding fortress groups, and the mobile corps in the fortresses will also be dispatched when necessary.
Inside the largest fortress, Zhao Jundu was sitting quietly with his eyes closed.
An officer rushed over and said, "My lord! The dark race troops have already begun to weave through, do you want to send out mobile troops to intercept?"
Zhao Jundu slowly opened his eyes and said, "Why are you panicking? The real battle hasn't started yet."
He got up and walked out of the room, soaring into the air, and arrived at the top of the fortress in a few steps. Watching the mobilization of the troops of the dark race in the distance, he said: "Call me when they are strong."
"Yes, my lord."
Just when Zhao Jundu left, a vague figure entered his room, took a box of Force bullets from the weapon rack, and put an identical box of bullets in its original position.
The battle has broken out in full force, and the dark race's hundreds of thousands of troops are pressing down on the border. Soon the second and even third-line fortresses also fell into battle. In the flames of war, no one noticed this little episode.
With the full advancement of the dark race, the first-line fortresses of the empire began to be destroyed one by one, and the defenders stationed in the fortress were systematically killed. The war has reached this level, and both sides are very clear that no one will take prisoners.
No matter on the ground or in the air, the powerhouses of both sides have also started to fight, and the battle will break out in every corner. Strange howls sounded in the sky from time to time, and several strong men chased each other and flitted in the air. From time to time, a dazzling sword light or pieces of original force bullets would rise from the ground and attack the targets in the air.
In front of the central fortress of the empire, a black pillar of fire rose into the sky, involving several earls, and then threw out a few bones. The black fire is extremely domineering, swallowing one roll, it melts all these powerful men down to their skeletons.
Immediately after hearing another long scream, Basil rushed out of the black fire, and he turned into a huge spider demon. Dozens of black fires were stained on the golden spider body, and he disappeared for a while, and the long knife in his hand disappeared. Only half is left.
As soon as he fired the black fire, he immediately flew towards the army formation without looking back. He was obviously injured so badly that he didn't even care about the face of the nerubian clan, and ran for his life first.
Far away in the sky, Duke Wei suddenly appeared, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was extremely bleak. He looked down and saw a bloodstain on the chest ribs was slowly soaking away, and the wound was filled with black devilish energy, which firmly blocked the dawn force in his body, making the wound unable to heal.
Duke Wei took a deep breath, his face showed determination, and with a flick of his long sword, he was about to fight again. In front of him, a dense cloud of devilish energy rolled over, hiding the witch's figure behind her.
And behind the witch, there is still a demon-born duke standing in the air, rushing for her.
Duke Wei glanced at the Demon Duke, and immediately put all his attention on the witch, without distraction. Just now, he was worried about the devil-born duke, so he missed it. At this moment, he was seriously injured, but on the contrary, he was determined to fight to the death, and the light on the long sword gradually became dazzling.
However, the witch's lock on Duke Wei suddenly disappeared, and her gaze had already fallen on the black pillar of flame in the distance.
A burst of demon energy surged, and the witch disappeared from her original place, and appeared in front of the black flame pillar in a blink of an eye, saying: "Zhao Jundu, let's end today's unfinished battle in the city that never falls!"
The soaring black flame suddenly rolled back, and all of it was absorbed into Zhao Jundu's body. He stood with his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Alright!"
The most outstanding geniuses of the new generation of the two camps are about to start their unfinished battle.
However, Yetong's cold voice suddenly sounded in their ears: "He is my opponent, you step back."
"What did you say?!" The demonic energy around the witch was violently rolling, obviously extremely angry.
"I'll let you back down." Yetong didn't save her face at all.
Has the witch ever suffered such humiliation? The large group of demonic energy swelled and shrunk, like shortness of breath. However, when Yetong's cold gaze turned, she still held back her breath, turned around and left. She didn't return to her own battle zone, but flew away directly from the battlefield.
"Run away, write it down." Yetong ordered his subordinates before coming to Zhao Jundu.
On Zhao Jundu's back was a blue-black force gun. The long barrel, slender gun body, and rather primitive single-shot design all showed the ancientness of this gun. And being able to be brought to the battlefield by Zhao Jundu at this moment also shows how extraordinary this spear is.
"Dark sky? This gun is very suitable for you." Yetong recognized the origin of this blue and black spear at a glance.
The Dark Sky is also one of the few masterpieces created by the empire. Although it is not as good as the top ten famous guns, and it is not as good as the damaged Longquan in the hands of the Martial Ancestor, it is also a heavy weapon second only to the top ten famous guns. This gun is now in Zhao Jundu's hands, which shows how much the empire attaches importance to him.
Although the dark sky is sharp, its disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the rate of fire is slow, and if it misses a shot, it will lose its opportunity.
However, in the hands of Zhao Jundu, who possesses the sure-fire skill, the shortcoming of the dark sky completely disappears, and instead, the advantages of great power and extremely long range can be brought into full play. Coupled with the special force bullet, the dark sky has the power close to that of a famous gun. With one shot, even the Duke can be severely injured.
Hearing Yetong's words, Zhao Jundu said, "It suits you very well."
Yetong smiled lightly and said, "You might as well try."
"Where's your storm?"
"It is only necessary to deal with the king of heaven."
Zhao Jundu's pupils narrowed slightly, and he said: "That's fine, I'll take advantage of you. I won't do my best with this shot. If you can't catch it, then retreat first. Wait until tomorrow to fight again, and we will be passers-by before letting go." Give it a go, how about it?"
Yetong nodded and said, "Okay."
She stretched out her hand to grab it, and the long knife Jingmeng was already in her hand. With a wave of her hand, pieces of brilliance spewed out, covering a radius of several kilometers around in an instant, almost covering several nearby fortresses.
As the light falls, dark gold floats into existence, illusory flowers bloom, and countless spiritual birds fly among the flowers. In an instant, Yetong's domain covered the entire audience.
This area is the place where the strong fight. Many strong have opened up their domains, clashing and fighting fiercely with each other.
However, as soon as the Yetong Domain came out, all the domains were wiped out, everywhere was a sea of flowers swaying and spirit birds flying. Only Zhao Jundu's black flame was still there, but it was also compressed to within ten meters around his body, which was simply shabby compared to Yetong's domineering field measuring thousands of kilometers.
Ye Tong had to use the domain and startling dream to deal with Zhao Jundu's dark sky.
Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage in the field competition, Zhao Jundu did not show any signs of panic. He picked up the dark sky, pushed the bullet into the chamber, and aimed steadily at Yetong's throat. The eyes of many powerhouses on the side of the empire lit up.
This shot, with the blessing of being sure to hit, may really have a chance to come back.
Yetong stood still, and the distance between the two sides was no more than a hundred meters, which was the range where the dark sky could exert its strongest power, and it was extremely difficult to dodge such a short distance.
Zhao Jundu's pupils shrank slightly, the dark sky in his hand suddenly shook, and a long piece of original force bounced out of the chamber. It wasn't until then that the crisp sound of gunfire spread far away.
Yetong's hand instantly turned into the void, but Jingmeng drew an indescribably beautiful trajectory in the air, and slashed towards the original force bullet in the air.
Although almost no one could see the original force bullet that had left the chamber, everyone had an intuition that Jingmeng's cut would inevitably split the original force bullet in two.
The original force bomb flew halfway, and the dreamy sword light had fallen, not only illuminating it, but also illuminating everyone's hearts. It was like a most beautiful dream, suddenly awakened by this sudden light.
However, at this moment, a dazzling bright light suddenly lit up on the original force bomb, like a sun rising, and the terrifying power burst out in an instant made everyone's hearts stop beating!
In an instant, no matter which camp, all the strong have only one voice in their hearts: Heavenly King!