The siege battle, or in other words, the journey to death has begun.
Chaos Yuanlong pulled the chariot and slowly approached the colorful glazed light pillar that towered above the sky, floating quietly in the sky nearly a hundred miles above the ground. Ji Hao stood up and walked to the verandah at the edge of the chariot. He looked coldly at the battle below with his hands behind his back... To be precise, it was a massacre.
Directly north of Ye Motian, the local nobles under the control of Yu Huo's clone drove countless cannon fodder towards Yaoshan City. Directly due east and due west, the colonial saint also drove countless cannon fodder roaring forward.
I don’t know what kind of medicine Di Xu gave to the clan leaders and elders of those small and medium-sized tribes. Many small and medium-sized tribes with low strength made a desperate effort to drive the young and strong members of the tribe to the front line. They rode various war beasts, hoisted various totem war flags, shouted loudly and fearlessly, and approached Yaoshan City with high morale.
In addition to being surrounded by extremely dangerous rivers, Yaoshan City is also surrounded by a vast sea arranged by Ji Hao. A large group of dragon tribe elites command countless water tribe armies. They have already arranged their arrays in the sea, standing in the endless sea. roared loudly on the waves.
Along the four avenues in four directions, countless cannon fodder troops rushed into this vast water.
The floating battle fortress of the alien army spewed out dazzling blue electric light and flew in the air, but just as it entered the range of this circle of water, the forbidden air array in the heaven and earth formation suddenly became powerful, and dozens of floating battle forts were ten miles long and wide. The castle suddenly lost most of its aerodynamic power and fell awkwardly from a high altitude to the water.
A large blood wave rolled out. Ji Hao placed himself in the blood sea on the outermost edge of the water. Countless half-dragon Shura and blood pool ghosts rushed out silently, setting off a billowing wave of blood that flooded dozens of battle forts.
The dozens of floating peaks that followed the battle fortress were even more unbearable. Countless fires broke out on these peaks that soared in the sky with floating runes. The peaks spewed out large swaths of black smoke and fire, heavy from the sky. Falling from high altitude. As the blood and water rolled, the mountain peak was directly corroded into dregs by the extremely vicious sea of netherworld blood, and all the soldiers on the mountain peak were turned into blood and water.
The cannon fodder army of the local nobles of Panyu World to the north was thwarted, and the foreign armies in the two directions to the east and west also did not benefit.
A large group of strange creatures from the colonial world, urged by the colonial saints, rushed into the bloody sea without fear of death. These huge indigenous creatures roared in a low voice and swam forward with all their strength, carrying countless indigenous warriors densely packed on their backs as they swam forward quickly.
They kept swimming forward, gradually moving away from the land.
Ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles... densely packed and countless giant indigenous creatures floated on the water. They used their bodies as rafts and swam towards Yaoshan City carrying a large indigenous legion on their backs.
When the number of indigenous legions floating on the water reached an astonishing number, waves of blood rose into the sky on the east and west sides of the sea, and countless half-dragon Shura and blood pool ghosts roared out.
The highly corrosive sea of blood almost corroded the huge indigenous creatures in just a few breaths, turning them all into thick, filthy blood.
Countless indigenous warriors fell into the sea of blood. They were swallowed up by the blood without even letting out a scream.
A faint blood mist floated on the sea of blood, which was the bloody aura that evaporated due to being too rich. In the gradually thickening blood mist, one after another bronze doors with countless evil ghost heads carved on the surface quietly opened, and dark whirlpools quietly appeared behind the doors.
The souls of countless killed indigenous warriors screamed and were sucked into the bronze portal. The underworld man could no longer restrain himself and quietly took action - the souls of these indigenous warriors were the final product for him to refine all kinds of strange and weird underworld warriors. Great material!
There were also countless corpses of indigenous warriors who were instantly suffocated by blood and water soared into the sky from the sea of blood, and sank into the bronze portal like moths flying into the flames. The Hades used their supreme magic power to quickly harvest the corpses of these indigenous warriors, and they were faintly visible inside the bronze portal. There were bursts of high-pitched laughter, and it was obvious that the Ming Taoist was extremely proud.
Due south, a series of temporarily supported wooden boats and rafts were pushed into the water by countless human warriors. Large groups of human warriors boarded the rafts with their war beast mounts, and directly used their own weapons as oars to row towards the river. Yaoshan City rushed forward.
Countless bird mounts carrying countless human warriors roared through the air, rushing towards Yaoshan City as fast as the wind.
Just like the floating battle forts and floating peaks of the Yu tribe's local army in the north, countless bird mounts had just rushed into the city defense formation of Yaoshan City. The forbidden air formation suddenly broke out, and countless birds screamed and rushed from high altitude. come down. No matter how wildly these birds flap their wings, they can no longer feel the familiar rising power.
Countless messy feathers fell from the sky, and large groups of birds fell from the sky together with their owners.
The falling human warriors were like meteorites, smashing into the rafts of the human warriors below. Tens of thousands of rafts were smashed to pieces by the heavily armored human warriors, and they fell apart for a while. I don't know how many human warriors screamed and fell into the water.
Countless blood pool ghosts swam out of the blood water silently. They dragged the legs of the human warriors who fell into the water and pulled them to sink quickly to the bottom of the water. The thick and smelly blood quickly poured into the seven orifices of these human warriors, and countless human warriors just groaned and fainted.
Just fainted, not killed.
This was Ji Hao's plan before he moved to Yaoshan City. Those alien warriors could kill as much as they wanted, but these human warriors should be captured alive as much as possible. It was the senior leaders of the tribes to which these warriors made mistakes, but these warriors should not bear this sin.
Countless shrimp soldiers and crabs would sneak in the deep water. They brought up rapid white water lines in the deep water, and quickly came to the edge where the ordinary sea water and the blood sea water meet.
The ghosts in the blood pool dragged the fainting human warriors out of the sea of blood and handed them over to these shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals dragged these human warriors to the surface of the water quickly and pulled them to swim quickly towards Yaoshan City.
Emperor Xu, who was 'strategizing' and 'commanding the overall situation' on the southern shore, saw through the witch mirror that a large group of human warriors were being captured alive, and he couldn't help but roared in anger. Amidst the exclamations of countless tribal leaders, Emperor Xu pulled out his weapon and killed more than a dozen small and medium-sized tribal leaders who were "incompetent in combat" on the spot.
With Emperor Xu's order, the tribal names of these small and medium-sized tribal leaders who were beheaded were deposed, and all their territories and all their people were merged into the Gongsun clan under Emperor Xu's order.
In the midst of Emperor Xu's thunderous scolding, Yan Xin and other nine sons patted their chests and strode towards the front line.
(End of chapter)