Chapter 599: Conquering Three Cities in Half a Day

Chapter 599: Conquering Three Cities in Half a Day

Chang'an City, Weiyang Palace.

In front of the thousands of palaces, a crystal tree stands tall like a dormant dragon, with rich dragon energy flowing inside the tree. This is a majestic national destiny that is enough to sustain a unified dynasty for three hundred years. If it is used to make luck incense, the result will be no less than thirty sticks.

Under the Dragon Vein Crystal Tree, there are two pools standing side by side.

In one of the pools, the great shaman of the Western Barbarian Shaman Mountain lay quietly, close to coma. The power of death that gathered from all directions condensed into black liquid and gradually accumulated.

The Great Shaman voluntarily transformed himself into the human puppet in the shamanism legend. The more people died on the battlefield in Chang'an area, the stronger the power of death became. His aura was slowly rising from the immortal realm on land. If tens of millions of golden creatures died, no matter what, it would be enough for him to surpass his limit and reach the level of heroic elites.

"Elite creatures of the Heroic Age."

“Heroic armament equivalent to the exclusive immortal-level suit.”

"A mysterious special attack on a single target."

"The heart of a hero, the advancement of one's own talents, and the concentration of the energy of the sanctuary."

In front of the pool, a middle-aged man covered in a black robe was inexplicably moved. Even though he was an ordinary hero who was promoted from a golden power, he still could not challenge the heroic elite.

Just as the Golden Heart corresponds to vitality, the important role of the Hero's Heart is to refine energy. For this high-density energy, extraordinary creatures are accustomed to calling it the "holy land".

One drop of Hero Sanctuary Energy = twenty drops of Hero Energy.

Since it is not a qualitative change, but the density is more concentrated, this improvement is smaller than the energy sublimation that spans the times, but the overall output remains unchanged. The energy of the sanctuary is denser, and not only the damage and defense are naturally more significant, but the release of various skills will also undergo earth-shaking changes.

Only by giving birth to the energy of the sanctuary can one be qualified to forge one's own heroic weapons and give birth to special attacks against certain things.

Under the black robe, the puppeteer's eyes gradually became steady.

The Overlord Mo Ke is now the King Mo Ke. He broke through two cities overnight, destroyed an army of 320,000, and killed six immortal warriors on land. He truly deserves the title of King of Gold.

"From a great power to an ordinary hero."

"The combat power should be equal to that of the Golden King."

"But Mo Ke is probably not just the King of Gold. He is also suspected to possess some kind of terrifying power similar to rebooting. It's a pity that there are too few people who can survive after facing Mo Ke."

The puppeteer couldn't help but frown. He glanced at the old man in Taoist robes not far away. Even if he and the old man joined forces, they might not be able to win the King of Gold. After all, the other party had mastered some strange method of maintaining a peak energy state under the core of the sun.

If not, hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers could easily surround and kill them, because the old master admitted his limits.

"How could someone be so difficult?"

To be honest, when the puppeteers accomplished great deeds and were promoted to heroes, they all thought that the battle for the end was already won.

After a long pause, the puppeteer turned around.

Below were the generals and strange people from the Northern Wei and Western Barbarians, as well as the twelve Barbarian King puppets, and the leaders of various large guilds and adventure groups. All of them formed a huge alliance.

"I have decided to give up Chang'an."

"It will take thirty days to refine the dragon veins. The Emperor of Southern Liang will lead a small group of elite troops to break into Guanzhong. If we just defend blindly, the defenders in various places will be defeated one by one."

"It is true that the human puppets need to die, but the army cannot be wasted like this. We should retreat in order to advance now."

The order to retreat caused a lot of discussion among the crowd.

Hou Yanshan stood in the crowd, looking at Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty in another pool of water. The other party had become a tool for making Zhuyan Pills and was living a life worse than death.

After a moment, he stepped out and said, "I am willing to guard Chang'an and help you resist the Emperor of Southern Liang."

The puppeteer gave Hou Yanshan a deep look and said, "General, you have worked hard and made great contributions. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that."

After a brief discussion, the order for a general retreat was passed.

If there was no Golden King, the Puppet Master could easily turn the alliance into a one-man show, but because the enemy is too strong, all forces must be united internally, so the right to speak is inevitably dispersed.

The elite troops entrenched in Chang'an City began to withdraw from the city.

Under the crystal tree, the old immortal slowly stood up, stroking a child's wooden sword with his rough hands. Everyone, including the upright General Hou, thought that he drew his sword for the people of the world, but in fact it was just a personal vendetta.

To the sect master, the first disciple of a sect is no different from the eldest son, because the sect master teaches him personally and patiently, and the relationship is even deeper. From infancy to adulthood, and then to marriage, the sect master finally stands on his own. Even if the sect master does not like the women of Miaoyinzhai, he is willing to provide shelter for the forces behind the wife of the first disciple.

"Killing the emperor would bring peace to the world, which would not be bad."

The old immortal laughed at himself.

The puppeteer came over, clasped his fists, and said politely: "Please come with me, Immortal. If you can have the Immortal's former Taoist sect come to earth, we will have a better chance."

The puppeteer couldn't help but have some expectations. This old immortal was once a sub-legend in the world of Gods. In order to master the second power, he chose to reincarnate. As a celestial being, he finally resolutely stayed in the human world.

"I can't come." The old Taoist shook his head. "I just don't want to go back because the Taoist tradition has been destroyed."

"Please forgive me, sir." The puppeteer sneered. Facing an indigenous strongman of the same level who was superb in swordsmanship and lightning magic, even he had to be kind. A sub-legendary is not without a future in the world of God's Court. If nothing unexpected happens, the other party will be reincarnated as a celestial being just to be promoted to a legend in a stronger posture.

……

At the same time, in front of Shiguan.

The gates of the huge city were completely open, and the Evil Guards were collecting flesh and blood materials all over the ground. Jiang He started to refine them. With the sin of gluttony + quasi-alchemy master, he was almost synonymous with productivity. The number of Evil Guards quickly reached 3320.

"Overall, there are countless branches of alchemy, and I should be considered an expert in servant manufacturing."

On the warhorse, Jiang He thought to himself that there was no need to be modest regarding the various golem puppets, as he was quite good at them. His current status was immortal, and he could make epic items and sub-heroic evil soldiers. Because of the power of gluttony, they could be made in an instant.

Normally, a sub-hero puppet, if placed in the current situation, can fully serve as the bottom-line combat force of large-scale civilian player forces at this stage. From materials to manufacturing, from refining to maintenance, it is undoubtedly a huge project.

"But in other areas, the accumulation is still insufficient."

No time accumulation means a lack of experience and knowledge. Calculated by the current time, Jiang He himself has been a player for less than a year, and if he were a dragon, it would be the time when they haven't even crawled out of the eggshell. Standing on the scale of the 6000-year lifespan of the Heavenly King Holy Body, it is roughly equivalent to a cub that is just over a hundred days old.

More than 3,000 Divine Guards continued to advance.

Jiang He refined all the garbage in the Gluttony Land. The garbage basically came from damaged weapons and military equipment. When the extraordinary factors gathered in high concentrations, they naturally gave birth to potions.

[Name: Extraordinary Factor Drug]
[Category: Auxiliary]
[Quality: Epic]
[Effect: Repairs most permanent injuries caused by the loss of supernatural factors, has excellent supplementary and repair capabilities for equipment damage, and helps directly maintain supernatural projects such as formations, matrices, and magic arrays]
[Note: Gluttony product/Strategic Panacea, because it comes from the most fundamental extraordinary control power, it cannot be imitated, the suggested retail price is 10 soul fragments]
When a heroic creature dies, the annihilation of its soul will give rise to fragments, or soul crystal fragments, but they will not fall directly, but will appear in a corner of their world according to the law of cause and effect.

Ten soul fragments = one small soul crystal.

Ten small soul crystals = one medium soul crystal.

Among them, small soul crystals can improve the level of master-level skills passive and increase soul strength. As for the grandmaster-level skills passive, medium-sized soul crystals are required.

Due to its bottomless demand, soul crystals of all levels have become hard currency in the boundless void.

"There are thirty doses of the extraordinary factor medicine in total. All the garbage I have harvested since I came to the Zhulu World is here."

“It can be sold for the price of three medium-sized crystals.”

“But I don’t have a stable sales channel.”

Jiang He turned to look at Si Ning and said, "A Ning, come here."

Si Ning was stunned, her delicate body on the horse trembled, she asked with a strange look on her face: "What did you call me just now?"

"Come right here."

"Okay." Si Ning's face relaxed. Ever since they became animal companions, she found that someone's vigilance towards her had dropped sharply. She suspected that even if she was tempted to touch the other person's crotch, there would be no danger. He would probably just roll his eyes.

Jiang He handed the flagship product he had just made to Si Ning.

"Sell it to Zhengtong and you get one third."

"No, this money is too hot to handle."

"I will create a set of immortal-level martial arts for you."

"make a deal."

Si Ning accepted the potion and thought back to when they were in the Silkworm World, both sides had to fight back and forth over even two hundred game coins.

The Skeleton Dragon Riders marched quickly for an hour.

Hangu Pass is right in front of us.

Hangu Pass is located on the plateau in the west, faces a steep ravine in the east, connects to the Qinling Mountains in the south, and is blocked by the Milky Way in the north. It is located on the "Two Ancient Capitals Road". The pass is located in the valley and is as deep and dangerous as a box. It is undoubtedly a strong fortress.

The two pillars of the Northern Wei Dynasty led 700,000 soldiers to garrison in the surrounding areas. More than 70% of them wore mud armor and were equipped with bamboo swords and spears. With the technical support of players from various guilds and adventure groups, there were many special types of soldiers.

On the top of the city wall, Murong Lan and Ye Lawyer stood side by side. Both of them were in their prime and were the true elite commanders of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Their status in the army was second only to the army leader Wuhuan.

Boom boom boom!
Three thousand cavalrymen rushed forward. Although their numbers were small, each of them was worth a thousand men. They had already killed more than 300,000 troops.

"Nuo Mask War Drum Army, move out."

Murong Lan's face was serious and he waved his hand to give orders.

The next moment, nine city gates opened, and ten thousand Nuo masked war drum soldiers gathered outside the city at the fastest speed. These soldiers, who looked like ancient sorcerers, all wore painted wooden masks shaped like fanged evil spirits, and held bells in both hands.

Ding Ding Ding!
Tens of thousands of people danced together, this was a simple sacrifice on a huge scale.

A deep and distant roar descended upon Hangu Pass. Countless war horses in the city gate stamped their hooves in fear. The sound of the bells shook the souls of the beasts. It is said that in the ancient tribal period, it was a key means of resisting wild beasts.

The sound of the bells came like rolling waves.

Unfortunately, the Skeleton Dragon Knight has no soul.

An extremely majestic eight-legged warhorse rushed to the front. Jiang He, who was on the horse's back, suddenly clenched his fist, then swung his hand and struck forward fiercely.

Boom!

Like thousands of thunders overlapping.

A loud noise that silenced the heaven and earth arose, and the rumbling sound of bells dissipated directly, and the 20,000 carefully prepared soul-stirring bells shattered.

Swish swish!
Three thousand Divine Guards shot arrows in unison. Each of them had practiced hard in the Gluttonous Land for ten years. A heavy arrow with strong energy landed first and pierced through and killed three ghost-faced sorcerers. The overflowing strong energy danced wildly in all directions, like countless flexible and sharp knives and whips, grinding a dozen people around them into minced meat.

Wow!
Three thousand turbulent whirlpools of powerful energy strangled the Nuo Mask War Drum Army into a bloody mess.

On the top of the city wall, the two pillars of the country looked helpless. Even though they had anticipated that the war would be difficult, it was still incredible that the first battle went so badly.

call!
The ground in front of Hangu Pass began to wriggle.

Thanks to the mud armor, 300,000 soldiers who had been hiding in the ground stood up together at this moment, like a yellow-brown forest with no end in sight. Having taken Zhuyan Pills, these cannon fodders were full of fighting spirit. The young warriors at the front held up mud shields and charged forward.

No tactics needed.

Three thousand divine guards charged forward recklessly.

The eight-legged warhorse smashed the young warrior into a bloody mist and continued forward. Its solid and ferocious head was like a hammer, smashing the bodies of the fully-armed soldiers one after another.

Jiang He swung his palm and slapped the head of a sub-hero master, but the strong force wrapped around the head so that it did not break. With a loud thunder, the head blasted straight out like a cannonball, releasing supreme force. The stream of light pierced through the army formation, crushing thousands of soldiers along the way, and finally crashed into the top of Hangu Pass.

boom!
The entire fortress was shaken.

The two pillars covered their ears in pain, and then were stunned to see a man in a dragon robe leaping up from the horse's back and falling straight into the center of the battle formation. Unclear shadows of arms rose up around him, and soldiers flew out one after another, killing countless colleagues in a straight line. In just three breaths, the battle formation seemed to have been slashed by countless swords and shattered.

clang!
The Divine Guards collided.

If it were an ordinary army, they would have collapsed long ago when someone started a killing spree, but the sacred beast Zhuyan, which symbolizes war, endowed these soldiers with an unimaginable fighting will.

Jiang He smashed the chest of a centurion with his left hand, swept three people with his right arm and annihilated them, then kicked out with a straight kick, and the three miles in front of his eyes suddenly became empty. A splash of blood rain fell and flowed between his long platinum hair. The area within a radius of several miles became a purgatory, and it was almost impossible to find a decent corpse.

Clang!
A swordsman suddenly rushed out of the blood mist and stabbed the long sword in his hand wildly, hitting Jiang He in the back. The sword light of more than ten meters was sharp, but the sound like hitting iron made the hands and feet of this sub-hero swordsman go cold and he stood still.

Jiang He turned around with a calm look in his eyes, and slapped the man's head off with one palm. The sunken head drooped into the abdominal cavity. He tore off the swordsman's arm and swung it to the side. His arm was like a gun, directly blasting another martial arts celebrity who had retreated in the face of a battle.

Whoohoo!
Jiang He strolled leisurely in the garden, with blood and gore flying between his fists and palms. The 300,000-strong army surrounded them tightly, and the charge regardless of life and death made him kill them until his clothes were like a waterfall, and the blood flowed non-stop.

Destroying flesh and blood, trampling on life.

Jiang He didn't care at all why these soldiers, who had little signs of training, went to the battlefield. He believed that he had no obligation to save anyone. If Lao Hei was not here, the entire Zhuolu world would have become a paradise for evil soldiers.

“It’s still too slow.”

Jiang He stretched out his hands and pushed the power to the limit.

Because of the power of space, he truly felt that he was holding the space, and as his body spun, the space was pulled violently like a rag, and the entire battlefield seemed to be a picture scroll that was completely crushed. The space was constantly squeezed, collapsed, torn, and spiraled. The terrifying strangling force was released, and hundreds of thousands of people turned into fireworks, flesh and blood exploded, and the towering city wall on the east side of Hangu Pass was forcibly pulled away and crushed into powder.

In the attic, the two pillars of the country and the sub-hero guards were stunned. A huge whirlpool pit appeared on the battlefield. Except for the Divine Guards, there was no living person.

On the outskirts of the battlefield, the fighting will given by Zhu Yan and the fear from instinct clashed fiercely. A large number of soldiers had struggling expressions, and the human panic gradually became clear.

[Hint: You created the legendary secret method - Purgatory of the Sky]
Jiang He looked normal. As a martial arts master with thousands of years of experience, he was already familiar with the feeling of creating secret techniques or moves, but the feeling of the two "powers" working together was particularly smooth.

"No wonder he is willing to risk his reincarnation and death in order to try to obtain the second power."

For the celestial beings who have reincarnated to compete for supremacy in the human world, unless the rewards are extremely huge, it would be a complete loss-making deal for them to be willing to weaken themselves and take the risk of an inexplicable death.

call!
On the western cliff, ten thousand medicine soldiers marched out. Each of these medicine soldiers carried a huge wooden box on their backs. As the Yang steel pipes went down, billowing plague mist gushed out, falling from the cliff like a river, and attacked the Divine Guard Army.

At the same time, inside Hangu Pass, a large group of actors and actresses on stilts began to attack. The stilts were made of yang steel and were bright red. Secret medicine powder ignited their flesh and blood. These soldiers who looked like actors marched forward in the sea of ​​fire, waving meteor hammers wrapped in flames with both hands, creating countless streams of light.

On the east side of the ravine, the Tongshui Daofu Army formed a formation. The soldiers trained by the Daode Sect controlled the mighty water movement through sacrifices to create a hundred-meter-high Taoist statue. With a whip in one hand and a sword in the other, they strode towards the Divine Guard Army.

Behind the Divine Guards, that is, in the direction of Shiguan, a large number of mud-armored soldiers stood up on the ground under the mountains on both sides of the main road. One hundred thousand people cooperated with the main forces pouring out from both sides of Hangu Pass and launched the final encirclement and attack. Teams of a hundred people, controlling Class A Yang steel cables, were stacked layer by layer, just to limit the charge of the Divine Guards.

The mountains and plains are full of fearless enemies.

On the eight-legged warhorse, Jiang He said calmly: "Form a formation."

More than 3,000 evil god guards dismounted and fought on foot, forming a circle. They immediately drew out the thorn ropes they carried with them and turned them into heavy shields. They then drew their bows and shot out arrows, shooting out streaks of light. The powerful heavy arrows indiscriminately harvested the enemies that were rushing up.

The plague fog is coming.

A huge black sun appeared behind Jiang He. Although the size of the black sun was greatly reduced due to the suppression of the sun's core, its devouring power was still jaw-dropping.

Countless streams of plague fog gathered and injected into Jiang He's body. The plague that could completely kill the immortals on land disappeared under the sub-legendary sin poison. He simply stretched out the Hand of Dawn, and the palm as big as a city crushed the top of the cliff. The rubble and the remains of the medicine men mixed together to form a huge ball, red and brown.

boom!
Jiang He controlled the Hand of Dawn and threw out a giant ball.

The next moment, the ball fell behind the battlefield, the ground shook, rubble flew into the air, and tens of thousands of people were killed. More than half of the mud-armored soldiers who had originally attacked from the rear were wiped out.

(End of this chapter)