The Star Luo Empire's offense and defense were all in ruins.

Although none of the 300,000 Holy Soul Knights of the Martial Spirit Empire were soul masters, each of them mastered martial arts and body techniques comparable to soul masters' soul skills. And the 500,000 soldiers of the Star Luo Empire seemed to have an advantage in terms of numbers and soul master resources, but when they really fought, they realized the difficulty of the soldiers of the Martial Spirit Empire.

The soul master's combat power that they were most proud of was vulnerable to the opponent's unusually tacit tactics and mysterious formation changes.

It is impossible to run in this kind of tacit understanding of battle and change of formation proficiency in a short period of time.

It can only show that the Wuhun Empire has long had a plan, and has been secretly training for many years before it has trained so many brave and good fighting corps.

Centered on the humanoid martial soul fusion technique performed by Evil Moon and Hu Liena, the demon, where the scarlet mist shrouded it, the soul masters and ordinary soldiers of the Star Luo Empire were like leeks waiting to be harvested, and they were powerless to resist.

The battle situation was almost crushing, and after Qian Yuelong joined, the ice under the feet of the soldiers of the Star Luo Empire, who was already walking on thin ice, broke and fell into the abyss of despair of defeat.

Of the 500,000 elite soldiers who were menacing, less than 100,000 soldiers survived and escaped in the end, among which the 2,000 soul masters sent by Dai Hao to the corps were dead and crippled, none of them escaped back to Xingluo, and those who were still alive became prisoners of the Wuhun Empire.

The battle lasted from day to night.

Qian Yuelong listened to the casualty reports of the leaders of the knights and looked at the night sky.

Heavy dark clouds obscured the moonless night sky, the light of the stars could not even show through, and the air was still filled with a strong smell of blood.

"The order went down, cleaned up the corpses on the battlefield, and rested in place. Early tomorrow morning, only a thousand Holy Soul Knights will be left to appease the people and deal with the resettlement problem. The rest of the men continued to advance, speeding up their pace, and trying to reach Jialing Pass within seven days to join the army led by Her Majesty. ”

"Yes, Holy Maiden!"

The knight captains of the assembled regiments were ordered to retreat.

Qian Yuelong sat on the ground by the orange-red bonfire, pranayama and recovery, while closing her eyes to recuperate.

About half an hour later, Qian Yuelong suddenly felt a few gazes.

Although it was vague, it was as obvious in front of Qian Yuelong as ink on a white paper.

She opened her eyes and looked up in a denser direction.

Several soul masters wearing robes with the Martial Spirit Empire's Seraphim and the Holy Sword Insignia were standing fifty meters away, and they were quite surprised to see Qian Yuelong looking at them accurately.

Qian Yuelong blinked, looked at the six familiar and long-lost faces, stood up from the campfire, patted the dust on her skirt, and waved away the Holy Soul Knights who thought she had something to tell and wanted to come up to ask, and followed the soul masters to the back of the corner of the tent.

"Sister Helan, why are you here?"

Qian Yuelong looked at the few open, familiar and unfamiliar faces that had been lost for a long time, and was quite surprised.

The source of Qian Yuelong's gaze around the corner was the member of the black chess team she met when she was a child in the martial arts arena in Luge Town.

Although there have been contacts over the years, most of them are correspondence, coupled with all kinds of cumbersome government affairs, Qian Yuelong is too busy to take a break, and she hasn't seen them once in the next few years.

"Because we were worried that Yuelong might need help, we didn't apply to follow Her Majesty's legion, and we specially applied for a rearing." Yu Yaya grinned.

Just like Tang San and the others had predicted before, after occupying a town, the Martial Spirit Empire would leave a part of the soul masters stationed there.

Guan Feng and the others were one of the soul master teams who rushed to garrison the town after receiving the good news.

Who knew that the town that needed to be garrisoned had already been reduced to ruins in the attack battle with Tang San, and the garrison task had directly become to assist in construction.

The conscription and battlefield selection of the Wuhun Empire are very humane, except for the knights from the original sect forces, other knights who join freely can choose whether to follow them to the front line to fight together, or become a logistics reinforcement group.

Although they have all become Qian Yuelong's subordinates, due to Qian Yuelong's emphasis, in private, they will still put Qian Yuelong in an equal position with them.

Qian Yuelong swept around the people, "Why don't you see Brother Guan?" ”

He Lanshu, whose temperament became more and more like a royal sister, looked at Qian Yuelong, who was not injured, and her tense nerves relaxed slightly: "Brother Feng and the captains of the other soul master teams have gone to hand over to the knight captains of other regiments. We heard that you were attacked during the day, and we were not very reassured, so we inquired and thought about coming and seeing, but luckily you were not injured. ”

Qian Yuelong blinked, "I'm not a child anymore. What can hurt me now is at least a few Title Douluo. I can still handle one. ”

"Also, you are now a Title Douluo." He Lanshu, who was already a Soul Emperor cultivator, sighed.

Qian Yuelong smiled and pointed to the location of the camp where she was: "When Brother Guan comes back, how about going to my camp together?" We haven't seen each other for six years, let's talk? ”

It's just an all-nighter, and the soul master's strong physical fitness is certainly bearable.

"Okay, I'm just going to tell you about our experiences over the years. Especially Xiaohe, you don't know that this kid has done a big thing in a muffled voice! Yu Yaya pointed to the black-haired young man standing in the back.

The young man with a thin body and wearing a dark soul master robe bowed his head to Qian Yuelong, who had few words as always, and only wore a dirt-resistant soul master robe.

Compared to the compact but warm atmosphere on the side of the Martial Spirit Empire, Tang San, who was rescued by Sword Douluo Chenxin and returned to the Star Luo camp, was very bad.

In this surprise mission, they suffered too much damage.

Although he got back the only Titled Douluo, what he lost was far more than the value of Tang Sanyi.

The soul master spies who were sent out finally waited for the army of the Martial Spirit Empire to leave and blended into the placed civilians, and they did not find any trace of Ning Rongrong and them for several days.

No one is alive, no corpse is dead.

Ning Fengzhi, who had been waiting for half a month and couldn't wait for his daughter and future son-in-law to return, guessed something, and he became much older in an instant.

At the high-level meeting that was reconvened, everyone was at a loss and couldn't think of any way to break the situation.

"According to the marching speed of Qianyuelong's side, in less than three days, they will be able to converge with the 500,000 army led by Bibi Dong."

"When the two armies converge, what we will face at that time is that although there are still a million heroic divisions of the 800,000 elite Star Luo army, but. There may be 40,000 soul masters in the army of the Martial Spirit Empire to help in it, not to mention that there are more than a dozen Titled Douluo in it."

"Hey, even if the total number of our army is twice as fast as that of the Martial Spirit Empire, the exercises and martial arts practiced by those ordinary soldiers are almost making them all soul masters."

"Damn, can you really just wait for the Martial Spirit Empire to drive straight into the Star Luo Emperor Palace!"

Sighs and sighs kept coming from the conference table.

Until another hoarse and cold voice sounded, attracting the attention of all the generals and Dai Hao.

"There's no last way."

Thin, like a walking corpse, Tang San, who exuded a creepy aura, was finally willing to say the first sentence in a few days.

He looked up, revealing bloodshot eyes.

Like a poisonous snake staring at its prey in the dark, inexplicably, it makes people shudder. (End of chapter)