From the moment they heard the order to start landing on the island, the ordinary soldiers present found that the strange guys who had been with them well in the past really had a knack for challenging their imaginations.

"Look, look, that guy can fly, his wings are so beautiful. That guy is an angel?"

“…… You see, the bishop, who was still telling us a story just now, is actually walking on the water. Oh God, he's almost seventy years old, and he can run faster on water than I do. ”

The variety of bizarre ways to cross the water is jaw-dropping. Flying and treading are just the most common ways. A young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a beautiful silk cloak, stretched out her staff into the water and stirred it, and a wide, thick avenue of ice floes appeared beneath her feet. The trucks and tanks on the amphibious assault ship rumbled down this ice floe and went straight to the island. In less than three minutes, all over 800 people had landed on Hell Island, except for the more than 200 cultivators who were scheduled to stay in the fleet.

And the special forces and engineering units of various countries also landed on the island in a way they never dared to imagine, and began to install a series of equipment as quickly as possible. With so many cultivators, the physical work that was originally very hard for the soldiers was nothing at all, the earth mage easily sorted out the ground, and Dunleavy, the "Magnetic King" of the Alien Federation, easily placed those large equipment in the predetermined place.

Diesel generators soon turned into pumping desalination and bringing in the holy water refining plant, which was also brought to the shore, and huge plastic buckets filled with holy water were ready to be used. As for everyone's drinking water, there is no need to worry, the beautiful mage who erected the ice floe avenue on the sea casually condensed the pure water element from the sea......

The consolidation of the entire beachhead took more than two hours. For more than two hours, almost every 10 minutes or so, the magic light cannon on the island would send a beam of energy fluctuations, and each time Sophocles jumped out to block the pillar of light. Sophocles' seemingly inconspicuous protective barrier made all the cultivators present think for thought. Many people roughly weighed how much energy it would take to fight the power of the magic light cannon on an individual basis, and after they were able to protect it a few times, they sadly found that the distance between them and Sophocles probably had no chance to catch up in their lives.

Although there are no zombies in the woods spawned by Zuolin, the various subordinates under the Saxons on the island have never stopped harassing. When several paladins armed with heavy war hammers and the priests set up defensive lines in several directions in the woods, the zombies that could only be used as cannon fodder did not reappear. Although it is not a precious thing, and it is only corpses that are consumed, it is clear that Hell Island was not built as a public cemetery, and no matter what, there will be no endless corpses on the island.

Some of the practitioners who had taken refuge in Saxony organized several counterattacks. A considerable number of these people came to Saxony for various reasons when the Dark Council was in exile, and there are also practitioners from all walks of life that Saxony has accepted in its many years of operation, but the core of some are a group of practitioners that Saxony has been cultivating since it had such a vague ambition. A large part of them grew up on Hell Island and received various trainings. Their familiarity with the terrain and their knowledge of the various magic arrays arranged on Hell Island really caused considerable trouble for the cultivators of all aspects who landed on the island for defense.

"Zuo Lin, there is a bit of a problem with the defense line due east, and my men are fighting happily with a few guys who seem to be Mayan sacrifices in Central America, and they are chasing a little far. Constance asked with some concern, "Would you like to send a few more people over to have a look?"

"No, I don't. Zuo Lin said: "After 10 minutes, it will advance towards the center of the island. Just go in that direction. ”

While they were talking, the island finally launched a decent attack. Since the coalition forces have the cover of the woods spawned by the left forest, and the Sophocles who can withstand the bombardment of the magic light cannon as if the forces of nature are not enough, then the only way to expel the coalition forces from the island is to solve at least one problem. Since there was nothing anyone could do about Sophocles, they had to use their brains against the rapidly growing forest.

The two Indian practitioners rushed in the direction of the forest first. The paladins and clerics who were in that direction were waiting in full array, carefully watching the movements of the hands and feet of the two Indian cultivators, a huge fire rushed into the sky. At that moment, the heavily armored paladin almost had the idea that he was going to turn into a braised can, but in an instant, he realized that the center of the flame-spraying shè was not the cultivators who were standing in the forefront, but the woods behind them. Although these cultivators of the Holy See, in terms of physical cultivation, do not take torture as the basis of their cultivation like the ascetics in India, and do not even adopt the method of flogging themselves by exercising their bodies as some ascetic monks of the Holy See in the past, their pure and condensed faith and rich combat experience are already the guarantee of their safety. Their bodies reacted automatically, and streams of holy white light rose into the sky, automatically condensing into a dazzling light, enveloping them and protecting them inside.

However, this light became the best target for the cultivators on the island. Two spiritual missiles roared and pounced on them. And the fire behind them and the strange and vicious eyes of the dead in the decaying dark forest not far in front of them made them have no way to escape in an instant.

At the same time, the island's technological preparations, which had not been shown until now, were in full swing. The giant fortress of the island zhōng yāng removed two huge five-meter-thick concrete roofs, revealing the dense vertical missile system inside. Heavy missiles soared into the sky, stayed in the air for a moment, and then headed in all directions. Some of them were towards the crowd that had already landed on the island, towards the priests and knights who were shining with a dazzling white light, and more towards the aircraft carrier formations cruising on the sea not far away.

Although it was a veteran naval fleet commander who commanded the fleet to assist the coalition forces, he had never seen anyone fight for missiles like fireworks. Dense signals and piercing threats rang out on the radar screens, and the automatic defense mechanisms on each battleship were activated at the same time. The US side has always taken the form of intercepting missiles with two missiles intercepting one, plus the close-in defense weapons to sweep away those that slip through the net. However, no less than 200 missiles were fired on the island at one time. All of a sudden, fireworks were set off one after another, missiles shot into the sky, and exploding clouds immediately bloomed in the air.

At a moment when the priests and paladins were a little helpless in the face of the anti-tank missile-loaded psychic missiles that were close at hand, Konstantin rushed forward. He was armed with two silver pistols and emptied two magazines, only to shoot down the two missiles in a volley. He shouted at the top of his voice: "Run, there's a big guy coming down from above......"

Thanks to Konstantin's whim, the paladins and priests did not suffer any major damage, except for being a little embarrassed by the smoke and fire as they walked through the woods. However, there was nothing Konstantin could do about the two Indian dervishes. After all, those two guys weren't the kind of bastards who were squirting with some wine or something in their mouths when they performed magic tricks, but they were actually spewing the incomparably powerful soul fire with their own cultivation results.

"Zuo Lin, you go put out the fire, I'll deal with those guys above. Sophocles cried out in a loud voice, and he leapt into the air, resting like a weightless leaf on the steaming heat above the woods, and there he actually stopped. His hands condensed into a huge ball of light. At first, the light cluster was still light green, but the face sè gradually deepened, turning into dark green, dark green, and finally shè with an almost pure black sè light. He put his hands together and held them above his head, and the collision of the two energy clusters seemed to be able to tear the entire space, as if thousands of lightning bolts were released in all directions in his hands, and all the missiles that were slightly different in the direction of the beach evaporated into the air.

The woods on the ground were no longer under Zuo Lin's control. After all, he couldn't always put his jīng power on controlling these magical plants, which were already able to draw energy from the ground, from the air, from the ubiquitous light, just like any ordinary tree. It would take a lot of natural power to regain the cāo power of the entire forest, and Zuo Lin took the simplest way to extinguish the fire: water.

He threw the two huge plastic buckets containing the holy water into the air, and then a long arrow with a mimosa tail feather directly shattered the buckets. The holy water turned into a small amount of rain and fell to the ground, and the evil flames were immediately extinguished. While these mass-produced holy waters are very different from the springs in historic cathedrals or the slow-producing holy water, they are still very effective at suppressing large quantities of evil flames.

The other druids on the ground immediately poured the power of nature into the ground, and the entire woodland was immediately rejuvenated by the holy water mixed with the power of nature, two great and pure powers, or even better. The woods are filled with a faint silver-blue light, like a sacred forest in fairy tales.

The druids hated arsonists, and always did. Before Zuo Lin could make a move, the other guys who couldn't help it did it for him.