Chapter 37: The Battle of Hanyang

Bishui Lake, one of the top ten lakes in the Wuji Continent, is named Bishui Lake because the water is extremely clear and located on the shore, where you can clearly see the stones and fish at the bottom of the water. At the beginning, the king of Hanyang was kind and courteous, liked mountains and rivers, saw this lake, was inspired, comprehended the law of soft water, became the Venerable of soft water, and was very happy, so he established Hanyang Castle near Bishui Lake, which is the capital of the Hanyang Kingdom. And when he was bored, he came here to play, and took the opportunity to recruit tourists who had both ability and integrity, and implemented the Renzheng campaign, so that the Hanyang Kingdom was promoted from a principality to a kingdom, and the population from 10 million in the autumn to a population of nearly 1 billion. As a result, Hanyang Castle was the capital of a kingdom at any time, but its prosperity was comparable to that of the capitals of the three empires. Every day, countless merchants pour in from all directions, bustling and lively. But today it is incredibly quiet and oppressive. On the city wall, Venerable Roushui stood quietly, watching a black cloud in the sky approaching, and said sadly

"Warriors, the demon army is coming, and your families have all been evacuated. But as you can see, the demons are chasing us too fast, and if we retreat, the demons will surely catch up with us and kill all our families. So I am very grateful to all of you, who are willing to accompany me to stay with me to fight the demons, although today is already certain death, but I hope that everyone will not give up until the last moment. Because one more second of delay will bring hope to those we are protecting. ”

As soon as the words ended, millions of soldiers shouted with fanatical expressions

"Swear to follow His Holiness to the death. ”

"Swear to follow His Holiness to the death. ”

......

The voice lasted for a long time, and seeing the demon army approaching, the Roushui Venerable took the lead and directly broke through the air, shouting at the same time

"Flying warriors, Venerables, follow me to fight them all. ”

Immediately, thousands of people rushed towards the demon army with the Roushui Venerable.

Aipu looked at the human race, his eyes revealed a faint disdain, and he was extremely happy in his heart, his army was almost three million, and after this battle, he would definitely be able to break through three million, at this rate, it was still possible for him to gather tens of millions of demons and become a demon commander after Zalu became the demon king. Although it is rumored that the demon clan is a thousand demons and one higher demon. But how cruel the truth is, only they know that if they wield the demon less than 10 million, even if Zaru Demon Marshal becomes the Demon King, he may not be able to become a Demon Marshal, and he missed this opportunity, there is no doubt that there is only one ending he is waiting for, and he is swallowed up by the person who preemptively became the Demon Marshal. Then he will be bullied and have no power to turn over. Suddenly, a trace of anger flashed in Aipu's eyes, because any one of his demon army was comparable to the gods of this world, but this group of wastes had been killed by more than a dozen. A bunch of idiots. Luckily, the humans were dead. Then Epp watched the battle of Hanyang City with a happy face.

At this time, a three-meter-tall demon pounced on a high-level warrior, and the high-level warrior rolled directly from the demon's crotch to the demon's back, and when he rolled to the demon's crotch, he didn't forget to use his fighting spirit to slash. Then he said with a ruffian face

"There can be no kind of demon, and this great discovery will surely go down in history. My money Zhongshu can be remembered forever. ”

The three-meter-tall demon was furious, and although he couldn't understand what the damn human was saying, he looked at the face and wanted to smash his head to pieces.

directly pounced on Qian Zhongshu again, and Qian Zhongshu rolled under the devil's crotch again,

"Big Fool ......"

Suddenly, he stopped, staring incredulously at his chest, a sharp claw piercing his body.

Similar things happen from time to time throughout the battlefield, because most of them are soldiers of mercenary groups, in order to survive, they don't talk about moves, so although they can't kill demons, but delaying time is a strong point, and a few big men saw Qian Zhongshu fall,

"Big brother, didn't we say that we should go to the Demon Beast Mountain Range and the Elven Forest together,"

A five-meter-tall demon directly smashed his head, and everyone was in a cold sweat, and hurriedly fought with the demon with 120,000 points of attention, but unfortunately in the face of the gap in strength and quantity, after all, all obstacles seemed pale and powerless. As more and more armies of demons come into contact with armies of millions, there is less and less room to move, and warriors can only confront demons head-on. At this point, the brutality of the demon army has finally been released, and the demons are like killing machines, killing humans frantically, killing one-sidedly. In just ten minutes, the human army had already lost most of its weight. For the living, everything now is torment, naked torment, and all obstructions are like throwing stones from the sea, useless. The killing continued, and the warriors only knew that the demons were coming, and picked up their swords to cut them, because they had long been numb, and even wished that the demon army would kill them quickly. Because their psychological defense line has collapsed, watching their former friends die powerlessly in front of them, looking at hundreds of thousands of corpses, they understand what it means to be bloody, what it means to be desperate, and what it means to be alive is torment. But the demons were really happy. The slaughter is carried out unceremoniously, and in their eyes, these are all powers.

Some warriors had already picked up their swords and put them on their necks, and if it weren't for the last trace of faith to support them, perhaps they would have wiped their necks without hesitation.