In the southern plain of St. Peter's City, the dense blue military camp forms a zigzag structure, and there are many warships on the Lushui River, and countless Blue Spirit Clan soldiers are lining up under St. Peter's City. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There were three or five giant catapults in the center of each battle array, a large number of rhinoceros trucks loaded with boulders weighing more than ten tons were carried back and forth, and a kind of one-eyed giant, a native of the Xuanyue Continent, struggled to carry the boulders on the catapults, obeying orders to make preparations before launching. The entire battlefield stretched for more than ten kilometers, but there was no chaos at all.

On a high platform at the rear of the army, the high priest boldly led eight priests, and a dozen generals were looking up at the magnificent city of St. Peter in front of them.

"I don't know how many years it will take this season to take the Holy Land. Guo Dare sighed.

"The experience of the previous season is at least ten years or more. Although the energy defense of the Holy Land is far inferior to that of our Blue Spirit City, it is not easy to break through. An equally old priest behind Kokang spoke.

"Yes! Give the order to siege the city! All catapults, the cannons of the battleships fire. ”

"Yes, High Priest!" Standing behind the High Priest, a herald waved a blue command flag in his hand, and dozens of one-eyed giants not far away began to beat the drums of war that shook the sky.

Hearing the sound of war drums, as many as a thousand catapults were launched at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, countless boulders were thrown high and flew towards St. Peter's City.

The soldiers of the Red Spirit Clan on the city wall looked at the oncoming boulders, the veterans were still able to keep their faces unchanged, although some of the recruits who went to the battlefield for the first time were already mentally prepared, some of them had poor psychological quality and it was difficult to maintain their original standing posture, and some of them had already involuntarily lay down, and even more turned around and ran back.

Listening to the muffled sound of "Bang Bang Bang Bang", the boulder seemed to touch a thin protective film outside the city wall, which was as soft as cotton, but it was impenetrable, glowing with a faint red light. Easily keep all the boulders out of the city.

This scene happened to be seen by Mark, who was sitting on a passenger ship and was already not far from St. Peter's City. Feeling at such a magnificent war scene, Mark naturally did not miss it.

Whether it was in his previous life or in this life, it was the first time he had seen such a scene with his own eyes. I may have seen it in the movie in my previous life, but where is it shocking when I really face it?

As for the Holy Martial Continent, the terrifying personal strength above the third level determines the number, and it is a joke in front of them. The size of the territory is often determined not by the number of troops of the force, but by the number and cultivation of the strongest.

"Have you seen St. Peter's before?" Mark asked Lan Xi as he pointed in that direction.

"No!" Lan Xi shook his head, "I wasn't born the last time the Blue Spirit Clan occupied the Holy Land. ”

"It seems that the Red Spirit Clan gave up a large area of territory and quickly retreated, just to preserve their strength and hold on to St. Peter's City. Mark nodded, "It's a great move." ”

"Yes, their strength is barely lost. I don't know how many years it will take to conquer the city this season. Lan Xi sighed and said.

"How many years?" Mark was startled, "will it take that long?"

Indeed, there has never been a history of less than ten years, the fastest one took thirteen years, and the slowest one took thirty-two years. Under normal circumstances, there is a big change in the blue moon every ten years, although my Blue Spirit Clan has increased a little in the first ten years, but it is not large, and the strength of the two clans is still relatively even. ”

Mark was shocked when he heard this, his time was running out, he could already faintly feel the rejection of the power of the world, and he would have to leave the Xuanyue World in a month at most.

Mark looked at the energy shield on the outskirts of St. Peter's City, which had been smashed by boulders and fluctuated like water ripples, and felt that this energy shield seemed to be unstable, as if it could be broken at any moment. I couldn't help asking:

"The protection of this Spirit Clan Holy City seems to be far worse than that of Blue Spirit City. ”

"Yes, according to the records, the shield can only last for about ten days at most under the attack of a large number of catapults, but it only takes another three days for the energy shield to recover. Speaking of which, we only have three days to siege each time. ”

"Three days is not a lot, no matter how difficult it is, it won't take more than ten years, right?" Mark was a little puzzled.

"Do you know how strong St. Peter's is? For more than 30,000 seasons, St. Peter's has been through countless sieges, but not a single brick has been destroyed on its walls.

And if you take a closer look, look at the dense defensive facilities on the head of the city, and there is a fortress every twenty meters, these are all life-devouring monsters! In addition, there are Red Spirit warriors on the city wall who are not much weaker than us! Therefore, in the first ten years, because the difference in strength was not obvious, we would generally only feint. ”

Mark grinned, and said secretly in his heart: "It's not okay to feint, no matter what, I must enter the city within a month." ”

He looked up again at the city wall that was at least more than two hundred meters high in the distance, frowned and looked at Xuanyue, who was said to never fall in the sky, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

It must be easy to sneak in alone, but I don't know the structure of this city, originally the little Spirit Clan Holy Land with Mark's strength naturally comes when he wants, and he can leave if he wants, but looking at the appearance and scale of this giant formation, Mark doesn't feel that he has much chance of winning.

The lowest three level formations, showing a little bit of power, will end up in ashes, first of all, the gate of the Holy Land will not be able to open nine times out of ten. So the best way is, of course, to help the Blue Spirit Clan capture the Holy City, and then enter it through the Blue Spirit Clan.

St. Peter's City, in the splendid Great Hall of the Spirit Clan, dozens of high-ranking members of the Red Spirit Clan gathered here. Dumas, the High Priest of the Red Spirit Clan, sat high on the throne, followed by the most honorable Red Spirit priests and generals.

At this time, the door of the Great Hall was closed, and the noise of the war outside could not be heard in the slightest, and the entire Great Hall was silent except for the heavy breathing of everyone, Dumas did not speak, and no one else dared to speak first.

Dumas raised his head, his eyes full of tenderness as if admiring his lover, and he looked through the Great Hall without missing a beat, and then his eyes focused on the high-ranking members of the Red Spirit Clan below. A hoarse voice resounded through the hall:

"St. Peter's City, it is the holy city of my Spirit Clan, the longer it is occupied, the more luck our clan will have, this season we have occupied it for thirty-two years, if we want to overpower the Blue Spirit Clan, we must hold on for at least another eighteen years!"

Speaking of which, Dumaston paused. The gaze swept over the faces of all the high-level executives on the field:

"I'm saddened by the sacrifice of my clan's genius Tastro, but his sacrifice is worth it! He consumed a chance for the Blue Spirit Clan to summon a Sage! I'm afraid the Blue Spirit Clan's Holy Maiden Palace is at least half empty, right? Hahaha-while our Red Spirit Clan still has at least two chances to summon the Sage!"

"I've decided to start the sacrificial ritual tomorrow, summon the Sage, and destroy all the Blue Spirit Clan's catapults!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, Dumas's last sentence made the faces of everyone on the field change, and after a few glances at each other, they all whispered, and it didn't take long for Oran, the priest in a crimson robe, to stand up and say:

"High Priest, the siege has just begun, and it seems that the most dangerous time has not yet come, and now that we have the advantage of the city wall, we should kill as many warriors of the Blue Spirit Clan as possible and weaken their strength. Why—why did you summon the Sage?"

"Hmph, rat eyes! Do you think they will attack with all their might in the past few years? They will only make a feint! to consume our defense resources. And they will never send their elite troops, at most they are just some miscellaneous armies, servant armies. Consume their strength, stop dreaming!" Dumas said coldly.

"But—but the High Priest, there is no need to summon the Holy One now! those are our people! they are the most devout people who can sacrifice everything for our people! And if we can save a thousand maidens, we will have at least three thousand more children in the future, and maybe even more!"

"Do you think I haven't thought about it? It's the early stage of the siege war, and if you look at the attacking troops of the Blue Spirit Clan under the city, they are all second-line troops or miscellaneous troops. And their real elite are all shrunk in the big camp to recuperate.

Once we summon the Sage by surprise, together with the 100,000 Inner Guard cavalry, we will definitely be able to burn all the catapults of the Blue Spirit Clan in one fell swoop. Once the Blue Spirit Clan is gone, how will they attack us?"

Dumas laughed, and his voice resounded throughout the Great Hall. Hanmon, the second general sitting below him, had a gloomy smile on his face after listening to Dumas's words:

"The High Priest was really thoughtful. Once all the catapults have been burned, it will not be easy to build another batch of catapults of this size. This giant catapult must cut down the 10,000-year-old giant trees in the deep mountains in the southern part of the Xuanyue Continent and soak them in tung oil for ten years before they can be used to build them.

Not to mention the time of construction, it will take at least eight years to transport it from the mountains in the south, then by land to the port of Bandar, and then by water to St. Peter's City. In total, there are not twenty years, and the Blue Spirit Clan will no longer want to form the catapult battle array of the current scale. ”

Hearing Han Meng's words, all the priests and generals in the auditorium had their eyes lit up, and they all nodded excitedly in agreement, with excited looks on their faces. Only a trace of grief flashed in Oran's eyes, and the thoughts in his heart fluctuated:

It was a glorious and sacred thing for the children to die for our people, and it was emphasized by the lower priests of the clan in their doctrinal classes in the various schools. And only the most loving and pious maidens of our race can enter the Palace of the Holy Maiden. It's just a matter of sacrificing them for the survival of the clan, but now it's just to be able to dominate the Holy Land for a little more time, so they exchange the lives of a thousand girls......

Thinking of this, Oran's mood was extremely heavy, and he looked at the priests and generals around him, one by one, who were already gearing up for the upcoming victory. A burst of sorrow arose in my heart. But what can he do alone? I hope the children will forgive us! Oran closed his eyes and prayed.

Seeing the high priest's admiring gaze at him, Han Meng was overjoyed, and hurriedly stood up and flattered:

"High Priest, I wonder which Sage we are going to summon this time?"

Dumas bowed his head and pondered for a moment:

"Several Sage Masters with whom we have been in regular contact for a long time have not been solicited recently, and it seems that we must re-summon a new Sage this time. Remember, tomorrow the Sage will not be disrespectful when he comes!, understand?"

"Yes, High Priest!" (To be continued.) )