Genriku world.
On an extremely vast plain with a radius of one billion miles, a majestic city of huge scale and unprecedented in the history of the Yuanlu world stood majestically. Looking from a distance, the city shone with a faint bloody light in the sun, like an ancient giant beast entrenched on the earth.
The city wall is a hundred miles high and 100,000 miles long and wide. Within the city are stationed eighteen super-grades led by the two super-grade nations of the Yuanlu world, Linri and Chijin. Eight hundred and ninety-five first-grade, seven thousand six hundred Thirty-five second-grade and forty-nine thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine elite legions gathered from third-grade dynasties.
All dynasties have spent the most money to build their most elite armies. They use them to defend their imperial capitals, to guard the palaces, to protect the safety of their relatives and relatives, and even to use all kinds of secret guards. , elite guards and other elites were all transferred over.
There are tens of billions of elite soldiers in the city, and tens of thousands of large and small ultra-long-distance teleportation formations, constantly transporting mountains of food, wine, meat, magic stones and other logistical equipment from all over the Yuanlu world.
The city wall is hundreds of miles high, and it would be impossible for ordinary soldiers to climb it if they don't have the ability to fly with air.
With such a high city wall, any fine steel arrow thrown down from the top could easily travel over a hundred miles and pierce the ten-foot-thick alloy shield. And a strong man with enough arm strength can cause huge damage on the ground like a meteorite by throwing stones randomly from above.
And the densely arranged arrows on this city wall are not just ordinary arrows. Where are the ordinary warriors throwing stones? Countless war instruments, large and small, engraved with magic spells and magic circles were piled on the city wall. These killing weapons could easily penetrate a hill on flat ground. With the help of the terrifying height of the city wall, an arrow fired from a magical weapon bed crossbow can easily travel hundreds of miles and penetrate the protection of dozens of layers of runic heavy armor.
There are even giant catapults that are a hundred feet high standing on the city wall. The densely packed catapults are arranged as neatly as hemp poles. Inside the basket of the catapult, there are all metal projectiles about one foot in diameter with a large number of explosive runes engraved on the surface.
These metal projectiles are so powerful that a single projectile detonated on the spot can destroy a town of thirty to fifty thousand people. Throwing it on this hundred-mile-high city wall, with the help of the huge weight of the projectile itself, a projectile can easily flatten everything within ten miles. A small city with hundreds of thousands of people will be instantly wiped out by the power of a projectile.
Not to mention the elite soldiers who camped directly on and within the city walls. The weakest of them had the ability to fly with air and turn their breath into thunder. They wield various magic weapons to strike in the air, or they hold various special bows and crossbows to shoot all over the sky. Even inhuman beings with great spiritual souls will suffer under their intensive attacks.
Looking from a distance, the city walls made of melted metals of various colors and cast were covered with a thick layer of plasma.
Under the sun, the plasma reflects the dazzling blood light. This majestic city, which is called the 'Blood Mill' by countless warriors, has devoured billions of elite warriors in the past three months, endlessly. Their corpses and blood had covered the city wall with a layer several feet thick.
Eight hundred miles away from the city wall, on a gently sloping hillside, a huge military camp, no smaller than the Blood Mill, spread out in all directions. In the middle of the military camp, someone used the power of moving mountains and reclaiming seas to pull out from the ground a huge, square stone that was hundreds of miles high and hundreds of miles long. On the boulder, a military city stands majestically.
In the middle of the city, a high platform pierces the sky. The high platform is a hundred miles high and the top is several miles long and wide. Thousands of seats are neatly placed on it, surrounding an emperor's throne in the center surrounded by ninety-nine giant dragon statues.
Hui Jingming was wearing a set of top-quality Holy Spirit weapon-level armor produced in Senluo Territory. A two-handed heavy sword that was about the same height as him was leaning on his thigh. His hair was disheveled, and there was a hint of blood and resentment in his eyes. Staring at the Xiongcheng eight hundred miles ahead with incomparable eyes.
Under his throne, the most important generals under Juijing Ming's command were kneeling on the ground upright, with their heads drooped and not daring to raise their heads.
In addition to these generals, each of whom controls an army of hundreds of millions, there are also thousands of people sitting or standing on the high platform who come from all corners of the world and were once called evil heretics by the Holy Dharma Sect, but are now members of the court of the Genhuan Kingdom. Monks from all ethnic groups worship.
These monks are human beings, demons, ghosts, monsters, spirits, and spirits.
Among them were monks, Taoists, nuns, laymen, literati, and rough warriors.
The techniques they practice are strange and weird. The techniques of hundreds of millions of sects and countless schools in the ancient history of Yuanlu world can be found in their bodies. The techniques practiced by many of them are extremely complex, and their inheritance is also muddy, and many even do not have a complete inheritance at all.
But they are qualified to appear here, qualified to stand beside today's Juijing Ming, and their strength has at least reached a level comparable to the realm of the Holy Soul of the Holy Dharma Sect. Moreover, all of them are masters, and the strength of any of them is comparable to the strength of the famous elders of the Holy Saint Dharma Sect whose souls and dharma heights have reached more than ninety feet.
But they all had their heads drooped, and they were all weak, not daring to raise their heads to look at Juijing Ming.
This city, this bloody millstone that suddenly rose from the ground in just one night, in the past three months, Juijing suffered heavy casualties, and his troops suffered heavy losses. Tens of thousands of large and small dynasties joined forces to build this city here with great supernatural powers and magic power, which made the city unstoppable and destroyed countless countries in recent years. For the first time, they tasted the taste of failure.
"Damn it!"
Juijing Ming took a deep breath and glanced helplessly at Lord Blood Wolf, who was standing next to him, still looking very impressive.
Lord Blood Wolf gritted his teeth tightly, making a crunching sound. He clenched his fist hard, pointed at the blood millstone with all his strength, and let out a sharp roar.
"Attack again! Send all the royal slaves from the dynasties that were destroyed half a year ago to attack the city. Mr. Lang doesn't believe it. Their city is really made of iron!"
The Blood Wolf Lord roared crazily. The killings over the years had made his strength grow by leaps and bounds. He had completely absorbed the life essence of King Langya. Next to Juijing Ming, he was already the most powerful general in terms of combat power and authority.
But in the past three months, the Blood Wolf Lord has personally led troops to attack the Blood Mill Disc more than a dozen times. As a result, he was wounded several times and escaped in embarrassment. This majestic city, where all the power of tens of thousands of dynasties was concentrated, was guarded by powerful masters who were no weaker than Lord Blood Wolf. Lord Blood Wolf even almost fell into the hands of an ambush in the city once.
How could the proud and arrogant Blood Wolf Lord suffer such a loss
He didn't bother to pay attention to topics such as too many casualties and harm to Tianhe. He must attack the blood millstone and kill all the enemies in front.
"Then follow what Marshal Blood Wolf said and attack again."
Juijing Ming also stood up, holding a heavy sword in his hand, and slashed hard at the blood millstone. Like Lord Blood Wolf, he didn't take those soldiers who died in the battle seriously. In the past three months, the people he sent to attack the city were all the royal relatives and princes and ministers of the major dynasties that had been destroyed. No matter how many they died or injured, it would not damage the vitality of Juijing's life.
On the contrary, these people are all dead, which will only benefit and not cause any harm to the Genhuan Dynasty that he will unify the world of Yuanlu in the future.
The dull sound of war drums sounded, and tens of thousands of flying boats a hundred feet long took off from the military camp of Juijing Ming. Each flying boat was loaded with at least 3,000 slave soldiers. Each of these slave soldiers had tattered clothes, weapons in their hands, and armor on their bodies.
They raised their weapons, turned their heads, and yelled crazy curses at Juijing Ming.
Ju Jing Ming just sneered and said nothing, his cold and ruthless eyes sneered at these slaves who had subjugated their country. He didn't care about the roars of these subjugated slaves. How could the almighty emperor care about the barking of three or five wild dogs
The war drums were rumbling, and tens of thousands of monsters from the wild lands were rising high in the sky, riding all kinds of monster mounts. They followed closely behind the flying boat, waving their weapons and roaring loudly to intimidate the slave soldiers on the flying boat.
The speed of the flying boat is extremely fast, and it can cover a hundred miles in a few breaths.
When the flying boat was less than five hundred miles away from the city wall of Xuemopan, large black spots suddenly rose into the sky on the city wall.
Those were all kinds of strong bows and crossbows, all kinds of giant crossbows fired at the same time, and arrows of various colors sprayed out from a hundred miles in the sky. At the same time, a rich earthy yellow light shimmered on the city wall, a large number of talismans representing gravity flashed in the air, and the gravity within a thousand miles outside the Blood Mill City wall suddenly soared.
The airship that was originally flying hundreds of miles above the ground made a "ka-ka-ka" sound. They were pulled by gravity and slowly fell downwards. Soon they landed from a height of hundreds of miles to a height of only three to five miles above the ground.
The arrows fired from the city wall were like a heavy rain of death, washing away the fleet of tens of thousands of flying boats in an instant.
Falling from a height of hundreds of miles, the arrows rubbed against the air rapidly, and all the arrows were burned red. They streaked through the void, bringing out streaks of dazzling red light. Countless tiny runes on these arrows flashed at the same time. They swallowed up the vitality of the world and turned into invisible sharp edges that attached to the arrows and pierced the flying boat's defensive formation.
Juijingming will not give really good equipment to these slave soldiers. The defensive formations on the surface of these flying boats are either dilapidated or simply the least powerful. In the Blood Mill Pan City, the tens of thousands of allied forces of the kingdoms and dynasties used all the most sophisticated and outstanding equipment in their treasury.
Arrows were like rain and arrows were like needles, easily piercing into the fragile paper-like defensive formation on the surface of the flying boat.
The defensive formation of thousands of flying boats was instantly broken, and with a shrill scream, the hundreds of thousands of slave soldiers gathered on the deck of the flying boats were torn apart by powerful arrows. The vitality of heaven and earth attached to the surface of the arrow exploded, blowing the bodies of these slave soldiers into pieces.
(End of chapter)