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On an extremely vast plain with a radius of one billion miles, a huge and unprecedented majestic city in the history of the Yuanlu world stands tall.
From a distance, the city shimmered with a faint blood glow in the sunlight, as if an ancient beast was entrenched on the earth.
The city wall is 100 miles high, 100,000 miles long and wide, and the city is stationed in the city with 18 super products led by the two major dynasties of the Yuan and Lu worlds, 895 first products, 7,635 second products, and 49,899 elite regiments gathered by the three national dynasties.
All the dynasties have taken out the capital at the bottom of the box, and the most elite armies of all the dynasties, which they use to defend their imperial capitals, to guard the imperial palace, to protect the safety of the emperor's relatives and relatives, and even all kinds of elite guards and guards, have all been transferred.
Tens of billions of ultra-long-distance teleportation formations, large and small, were constantly transporting mountains of grain, wine, meat, magic stones and other logistical baggage from all over the Yuanlu world.
The city wall is as high as 100 miles, and if ordinary soldiers do not have the strength to fly, it is impossible to climb it.
With such a high city wall, any steel arrow thrown down from it can easily shoot more than 100 miles and pierce through a one-zhang thick alloy shield.
And a wrestler with enough arm strength to throw a random stone from above can cause great damage on the ground like a meteorite.
And densely arranged on this city wall, not only ordinary arrows, where are ordinary wrestlers throwing stones, countless large and small war instruments inscribed with magic runes and magic arrays are piled up on the city wall, and these killing weapons are on the flat ground.
You can easily penetrate a hill.
With the terrifying height of the city wall, the arrows fired by a magic bed crossbow could easily shoot hundreds of miles, piercing the protection of dozens of rune heavy armor.
On the city wall, there are huge catapults as high as 100 feet, and the dense catapults are neatly arranged like hemp rods.
The basket of the catapult is all metal projectiles with a diameter of about one zhang and a large number of bursting runes engraved on the surface.
These metal projectiles are so powerful that a single projectile detonating on the spot can destroy a town of 30,000 or 50,000 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 level everything within ten miles, and a small city of hundreds of thousands of people will be erased by the power of a projectile in an instant.
Not to mention the elite soldiers who camped directly on and within the city walls.
The weakest of them all have the strength to fly and exhale into thunder.
They harness a variety of magic weapons and strike in the air.
Or armed with a variety of special strong bows and hard crossbows, even if it is an inhuman existence with a great soul, it will be hated under their intensive attacks.
From afar, you can see a castle wall made of melted metal of various colors and cast.
Covered with a thick layer of plasma.
In the sun.
The plasma reflects a blinding glow of blood.
This majestic city, known as the Blood Mill by countless warriors, has devoured billions of elite warriors in the past three months.
Endless corpses and plasma had covered the walls several feet thick.
Eight hundred miles away from the city wall, on a hillside with a gentle slope, a military camp of a huge scale, no smaller than the size of the Blood Mill Plate, spread out in all directions.
In the middle of the barracks, someone pulled out a boulder with a square height of 100 miles and a length of 100 miles from the ground with the force of moving mountains and reclaiming the sea.
On top of the boulder, stands a military city.
In the middle of the city, a high platform pierces the sky, the high platform is hundreds of miles high, the top is several miles long and wide, thousands of seats are neatly placed on it, and in the middle is an imperial throne surrounded by ninety-nine dragon statues.
Luo Jing Ming was wearing a complete set of top-grade armor of the Holy Spirit Magic Weapon grade produced in the Senluo Domain, leaning on his thigh with a two-handed heavy sword of the same height as him, his hair was scattered, and there was a faint trace of blood in his eyes, staring at Xiongcheng eight hundred miles away in front of him with great anger.
Under his throne, the most important generals under the command of Luo Jing Ming sat on the ground upright, one by one drooping their heads and not daring to raise their heads.
In addition to these generals, each of whom controlled hundreds of millions of armies, there were thousands of monks from all over the world who were once called demonic outer ways by the Holy Dharma Sect, and now they are monks of all ethnic groups who are worshiped in the court of the Qi Dynasty.
These monks have people, demons, ghosts, monsters, spirits, and spirits.
Among them, there are monks, Taoists, nuns, laymen, literati and scholars, and rough warriors.
The exercises they practiced were strange and strange, and the exercises of hundreds of millions of sects and countless schools in the primeval history of the Yuanlu World could all find the shadow of a scaly claw on them.
Many of them practiced extremely complicated exercises, and their inheritances were also muddy, and many of them did not even have a complete inheritance at all.
But they are qualified to appear here, they are qualified to stand by the side of today's Jing Ming, and their strength has at least reached the same level as the Holy Dharma Divine Soul Realm.
Moreover, all of them are masters, and the strength of any of them is comparable to the strength of those elders of the Holy Dharma Sect who have reached a height of more than ninety zhang.
But they all drooped their heads, and one by one they were weak, and they didn't dare to look up at Jing Jing's life.
This city, this blood mill that suddenly rose from the ground in just one night, has caused the loss of his troops and the heavy losses of his soldiers and horses in the past three months.
Tens of thousands of large and small dynasties joined forces to build this city here with the power of the gods, so that the momentum was like a bamboo, and in recent years, countless lives have been destroyed, and for the first time they have tasted failure.
"Damn" Jing Ming took a deep breath and glanced helplessly at the Blood Wolf Monarch who was standing beside him, still alive.
The Blood Wolf King gritted his teeth, his teeth rattling.
He clenched his fists hard and pointed hoarsely at the blood mill, letting out a sharp growl.
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"Attack again and send all the royal slaves to attack the cities of those dynasties that were destroyed half a year ago.
Lord Wolf doesn't believe it, their city is really made of iron."
The Blood Wolf King roared wildly, all these years of killing, his strength has increased by leaps and bounds, he has completely absorbed the life essence of King Langya, and by the side of Luo Jingming, he is already the first fierce general with the first combat power and authority.
But in the past three months, the Blood Wolf King had personally led his troops to attack the Blood Mill Plate more than a dozen times, but he was injured several times and fled back in embarrassment.
This majestic city, which has concentrated all the strength of tens of thousands of national dynasties, has a strong master who is not weaker than the Blood Wolf Monarch, and the Blood Wolf King even almost fell into the hands of the ambush soldiers in the city once.
The proud and arrogant Blood Wolf King, how can he suffer such a loss He didn't bother to pay attention to the fact that too many people were killed and injured, and he must take down the Blood Mill Disc and kill all the enemies in front of him.
"Then according to what Marshal Blood Wolf said, attack again."
Jing Ming also stood up, holding a heavy sword, and slashed at the blood millstone.
Like the Blood Wolf King, he didn't take those soldiers who died in battle to heart.
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 were destroyed, and no matter how many casualties they had, it would not damage the vitality of the war.
On the contrary, these people are all dead, and there is only benefit to his future dynasty that will dominate the Yuanlu world, and there is no harm at all.
The dull sound of war drums sounded, and tens of thousands of flying boats with a length of 100 feet took off from the military camp of the Jing Dynasty.
Each ship was loaded with at least 3,000 slave soldiers, all of whom were in tattered clothes, with weapons in their hands and armor on their bodies.
They raised their weapons, turned their heads, and frantically yelled at Jing Jing.
Luo Jingming just sneered and said nothing, and his cold and ruthless gaze swept over these slaves who had died in the country.
He wouldn't care about the roars of these dead slaves, where would the emperor care about the blind barking of three or five wild dogs The drums of war rumbled, and tens of thousands of demons from the wild lands soared into the sky with all kinds of demon bird mounts.
They followed closely behind the ship, waving their weapons and roaring loudly, intimidating the slaves on the boat.
The speed of the flying boat is extremely fast, and in a few breaths it is a hundred miles away.
When the flying boat approached the wall of the Blood Mill Plate for less than five hundred miles, a large black dot suddenly rose into the sky on the city wall.
It was all kinds of strong bows and hard crossbows, all kinds of giant bed crossbows fired at the same time, and all kinds of arrows were sprayed from a height of hundreds of miles.
At the same time, a rich earthy yellow light flickered on the city wall, and a large number of magic talismans representing gravity flashed into the air, and the gravity within a thousand miles outside the blood mill wall suddenly soared.
The flying boats that were originally flying a hundred miles above the ground made a clicking sound, and they were pulled by gravity and fell slowly and leisurely, and soon fell from a height of 100 miles to a height of only three or five miles above the ground.
The arrows that shot from the city walls were like a rain of death, washing away the fleet of tens of thousands of flying boats in an instant.
Falling from a height of a hundred miles, the arrows rubbed against the air sharply, and all the arrows were burned red, and they slashed through the void, bringing up a dazzling red light.
Countless tiny runes on these arrows flickered at the same time, and they swallowed the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, turning into invisible edges and attaching to the arrows, fiercely piercing the Feizhou's defensive formation.
Jing Ming will not give these slave soldiers really good equipment, and the defensive formations on the surface of these flying boats are either broken, or simply the least powerful.
And in the Blood Mill Plate City, tens of thousands of allied forces used by the alliance of the nations and dynasties were all the most sophisticated and excellent equipment in their treasury.
The arrows were like rain, and the arrows were like needles, easily plunging into the defensive formation that was as fragile as paper on the surface of the flying boat.
The defensive array of thousands of flying boats was broken through in an instant, and with a terrible howl, hundreds of thousands of slave soldiers gathered on the deck of the flying boats were torn apart by powerful arrows.
The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi attached to the surface of the arrow exploded, and the bodies of these slave soldiers were also blown to pieces.
To be continued. “”: