A new round of fighting began. One hundred thousand monsters surrounded the castle. A large number of plague zombies rushed over, trying to use their bodies as ladders to climb the city walls.
However, the human race Jinshi was experienced. Not only did they summon a large number of Yuanqi soldiers to defend under the city wall, but the city wall was also covered with densely packed Yuanqi soldiers who kept shooting.
The Mohist Castle is not just a building, it also has many mechanisms inside. Monsters often break through the defenses of the Yuanqi soldiers and climb onto the city walls. A hole immediately appears on the wall, and many spears suddenly shoot out to pierce it, then quickly retract.
A large number of mechanical spears went in and out of the wall, causing countless casualties among the monsters.
With the castle, the pressure on the human race to become Jinshi was greatly reduced, and some people even started discussions in between their theoretical discussions.
"Who has a good solution? No matter how fast your energy recovers, it can't make up for the energy you consume."
"There is no other way. I can only release the power of the stars at the end, and maybe I can kill all the monsters."
"There are 600,000 or 700,000 demons! That means there are still 600,000 or 700,000 plague zombies. We can't kill them all! Look at the sun fire in the sky. It's getting smaller and smaller."
As the man just spoke, Zhang Zhixing sighed softly, pointed downwards, and a huge fireball smashed down on the monster.
However, the monsters were well prepared. Thousands of monster leaders joined forces to attack with massive amounts of magic power, shattering the sun's fire.
The broken flames fell and only burned to death more than two thousand monsters.
"Damn it! Together with the monsters we killed before, it's like three hundred of us fighting against a million monsters! If I had infinite talent, I wouldn't be afraid of even ten million monsters, but we have limited talent, how can we be a match for a million monsters!"
He Ludong said helplessly: "When we were at Liangjie Mountain, I didn't care whether they were demon soldiers or demon generals, or even demon commanders. But now I am going to be exhausted of my talents by these beasts and die. I really can't accept it."
"It would be great if there was a great scholar here. His profound words combined with the 'Resilience Poem' would surely help us to regain some of our energy."
"The poem of returning to the spirit is one of the most difficult poems to write for the human race. Only a few university scholars or Jinshi can compose it. Only a few of them have been handed down to the world. At least a university scholar can use it."
"Don't daydream. Although the poems of recovery can help us recover a certain amount of talent, don't forget that poems of recovery are much more difficult to write than poems of killing enemies. Poems of killing enemies can be written by scholars as long as they describe battle scenes or weapons. But poems of recovery are different. What kind of scenery can restore talent? There is nothing at all. One must see through the surface and reach the inner self, forming insights and truths before one can write poems of recovery."
"Indeed. One can even say that the Qi-restoring poem actually involves the power of the Holy Way. At least it can only be composed by someone who is about to touch the edge of the Holy Way."
"Alas. We are just Jinshi, how can we write such poems? Let's not dream about it."
"Yes. That kind of poem must have the sound of saintly truth. How could a Jinshi..." Qiao Juze suddenly shut up and instinctively turned his head to look at Fang Yun.
The others looked at Fang Yun.
Qiao Juze continued, "Here we are. There really is a genius like a demon. He was not even a juren in his youth, but he has already inspired the voice of the Holy Way!"
"Fang Xusheng, can you think of a way to compose a 'refreshing poem' on the spot?" asked a newly promoted Jinshi.
"Hahaha..." Lei Li who was not far away laughed loudly, "You poor human slaves, how do you say that? It's a common saying that I hate very much. Yes, it's desperate to try any possible means. Even this Saint knows that it is difficult to write a poem to restore vitality, but you are still dreaming. It makes this Saint laugh out loud. Don't worry, I will give you time, Fang Yun, you can slowly think about the poem to restore vitality. Anyway, the castle is so small, and the number of monsters that can participate in the attack is limited. There is no rush! Hahaha..."
The ridicule of the Lord of Plague made all the scholars lose face.
"The Lord of Plague is such a bastard. If I am not dead in the future and have the strength to face him, I will definitely pull out all his teeth!"
"Never mind. Actually, what he said is true. Fang Xusheng is very talented. It is not uncommon for him to write all kinds of war poems and courage-building poems. But Qi-recovering poems are different. Qi-recovering poems are not about emotions, but about interest and principles. Fang Xusheng is young after all. Even if the sound of the holy way appears occasionally, it is impossible for him to write Qi-recovering poems that contain great principles."
Hearing that others did not believe in Fang Yun, the Jinshi scholars of Jing State who had always defended Fang Yun did not speak. Both Zhang Zhixing and Qiao Juze remained silent.
Because what they said makes sense, war poems are external forces, while Huiqi poems involve the talent in the literary palace. It is not enough to just be poetic and picturesque, it must also contain real truths.
Fang Yun started fighting normally, but after hearing what everyone said, he summoned a large number of ice cavalry and returned to his seat.
As time passed, monsters from all over arrived one after another, and the 600,000-strong army surrounded the Mohist castle.
But the Mo family castle was too small, and the number of monsters that could attack at the same time did not even reach 10,000, so the monsters behind could only wait.
Lei Li did not show any sign of anxiety and was extremely patient.
As time passed, and with less and less talent, many scholars became desperate, but still fought with gritted teeth.
Suddenly, a Qing countryman whispered, "Fang Xusheng hasn't participated in the battle for a long time. Only the Mist Butterfly has been there."
"Eh? I just remembered, how could this be? Why has he been sitting at the center seat?"
"Fang Zhenguo would never be afraid of death, but... could it be that he has lost his fighting spirit?"
"No way, his words just now were powerful."
"Absolutely not."
"But why didn't he join the war?"
"Never mind, maybe he is tired, keep fighting."
"Alas, most people's talents will be exhausted in a quarter of an hour at most. However, I will not be discouraged. Even if my talents are exhausted, I dare to fight the monsters to death with my bare hands!"
"Fang Xusheng may be thinking about how to win."
"It's possible."
Some Jinshi believed that Fang Yun did not slack off, but some other Jinshi looked at Fang Yun with disappointment. No one expected that the dignified Xu Sheng would have problems at such a critical moment.
If Fang Yun was not a false saint and had not written many poems, these Jinshi would have certainly evaluated him as "unworthy of important use".
However, Fang Yun's status was too high and he had made great contributions to the battle before. Everyone just sighed in their hearts, and no one openly blamed Fang Yun.
Lian Ji Zhibai just shook his head slightly and continued fighting.
"I don't have much talent left, less than half an inch." Ma Zhaoming looked back helplessly at the people who were thinking quietly. Most of them had just sat there to recover their talents.
"I don't have much left."
"Before you die, you can't hold on to the power of the stars! Let me do it." Sun Renbing said, using his own star power to summon the will of Sun Tzu, changing the surrounding environment, turning the ground outside the city into a quagmire, and making the Mohist fortress more solid.
Then, the other star-level scholars released their star power one after another.
The star power of the crowd is extremely strong and they can kill thousands or even tens of thousands of monsters at a time.
However, those who possess the power of stars are ultimately a minority.
Yan Yukong let out a long sigh. He was once the top scholar and had extraordinary talent, but now he is only a newly promoted Jinshi. No matter how talented he is, his talent is only a little bit. No matter how talented he is, he is not proficient in the Jinshi war poems. No matter how talented he is, he has only just started to sharpen his tongue.
"Everyone, I'll go first." Yan Yukong said in a low voice, took out a big knife from the Hanhu shell, and was about to jump down to die together with the monster.
Zong Wude, who was standing beside him, pulled Yan Yukong's sleeve and said, "You can't do that."
Yan Yukong smiled slightly: "It's just a death, what's the harm?"
"Huh? Why is Fang Xusheng sitting here writing poetry?"
I don't know who said that, Yan Yukong looked at Fang Yun hurriedly. (To be continued...)