Knock! Knock!

In the early morning, the morning sun rises from the horizon, and the light shines on the blood-colored earth. Around the eight directions of the Imperial City of Delos, more than 1,000 rings were built at the same time with a dull roar of war drums, and a new round of battle was played at a calm frequency, and the huge military camp group quickly poured out endless soldiers, under the command of their respective captains, towards the designated place to meet.

The process that was already familiar to him showed amazing efficiency, in just a short time of incense, a total of one million elite soldiers and heavy and diverse siege equipment were gathered in the vast area outside the four city gates, each city gate hoarded an astonishing number of 250,000, and the rest of the million elite soldiers were prepared, displayed in the rear in turn, they would take turns to fight, continue the tragic charge.

More than 100 warrior kings all stood proudly in the air, commanding the battlefield, and they were also vigilant against the ruined ancient city. There are four other martial venerables entrenched outside each city gate, staring at the imperial city with fierce eyes, looking for possible opportunities to make a move, and they are also waiting for the martial venerable inside the imperial city to make a move.

Knock! Knock!

The war drums thundered, the shouts shook the sky, and the siege troops of the Great Zhou Empire took neat steps and quickly pressed down towards the imperial city three kilometers away. After four years of bloody fighting, many of them are exhausted and suffering from pain. But every time they regained their grip on the blade and stepped on the battlefield, they would be full of energy and their eyes would show a fierce light, like a vicious wolf who did not want to die.

This is already a spectacle of the entire border battlefield, and his troops are tireless, and once they step into the battlefield, they are crazy like tigers.

King Zhou Ling didn't rely on heroic agitation, he relied on scalp drums!

Whenever the war drums thundered, the drums would be beaten in the camp of King Zhou Ling, very faint, inaudible, mixed with the beating of nearly a thousand war drums, no one could hear it, but it was its existence that infused millions of elite soldiers with endless power, prompting them to go forward and continue to attack.

This is the main reason why King Zhou Ling constantly shapes the myth, and it is also the root of his troops fighting to the end with the strongest attitude at all times.

Only he and a very small number of henchmen knew that these two million elite soldiers had already become puppets of the scalp drum! They were invisibly accused of being spiritual! As soon as the scalp drum sounded, their consciousness began to be filled with the desire to kill, forgetting their pain and exhaustion!

"Delos is running out of his grip and the breakout is expected in the next few days. Please go to the four city gates and guard them, and once you break through, you will immediately entangle them to buy time for the other Venerables. ”

King Zhou Ling stood high in the air, looking at the Delos Guardian troops that were rapidly gathering in the distance, with a long-lost smile on his face. It's finally coming to an end, the battlefield of Delos will end before the battlefield of Soro, and with the help of some propaganda measures, his reputation will directly catch up with the emperor, the civil foundation will be solid, and then some soft measures will be secretly used, and the empire will change hands much more smoothly.

The five white-robed Venerables scattered on the side raised their heads one after another, and four of them left one after another, rushing towards the four city gates.

The Imperial City of Delos covers a very large area, and has a large array of guards, the four gates are far apart, and if you want to get from one gate to another, you need to gather around the city, even the Venerable takes about eight minutes, not long but absolutely constant.

Therefore, King Zhou Ling arranged four martial venerables at each city gate, and equipped with a martial venerable with a fierce sword, which was equivalent to the union of the five great venerables, and the third-order martial venerable holding the fierce sword beside him could support everywhere at any time, one after the other was enough to delay for a while.

What's more, King Zhou Ling expected that if Delos wanted to break through, he would start from two directions, one city gate would be a feint, and the other city gate would be an elite assault, and the strength would be greatly dispersed. There were only ten martial artists in the imperial capital, and they were basically seriously injured, so there was nothing to worry about.

A hoarse and cold voice came from inside the white robe: "The old man is here to congratulate the prince, and please remember the agreement between us." ”

"Elder Duan, rest assured, when the south of the border is unified, I will be crowned the Supreme of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and I will definitely do my best to assist your palace. ”

The white-robed old man raised his head slightly, his bright eyes flashed with silk, and he stared at the city wall three kilometers away: "The young man I mentioned must be caught alive, I have to figure out how the fierce sword is on his body." ”

Boom!!

The war drums beat more and more rapidly, and the scalp drums in the depths of the main camp also increased their speed, mixed with the sound waves of the war drums to echo the battlefield, boom, the vast sound exploded like a stormy wave, shaking the sky for thousands of miles, and threatening the broken ancient city wall.

The millions of elite soldiers of the Great Zhou kicked off the siege war with the wildest attitude!

The garrisons of Delos dragged their tired bodies, shouted hysterically, encouraged the battle spirit in their hearts with crazy shouts, and fiercely blocked the offensive of the Great Zhou with their swords.

In troubled times, thunder and lightning swept through, and occasionally strong martial arts can be seen raging on the wall;

The gang was fierce and the flames were rolling, and the attackers and defenders fought hard with blood-red eyes;

The dense Great Zhou soldiers spread along the ladder to the 100-meter-high city, looking from afar like hundreds of millions of ant colonies are frantically grabbing huge cakes, and the ocean of black pressure is a blank; countless oil pot flames are splashed along the city, smashing on ordinary soldiers and directly turning into fire people, screaming and falling from the 100-meter cloud ladder, rushing on the warriors and also causing a terrible wail; The overwhelming boulders are thrown towards the city, each of which is a hundred catties, and when it hits the wall, it shatters a piece, crushes a large number of remnants, and when it hits the city wall, it smashes the crowd that spreads on its side into pulp, and it is directly pumped into pieces when it hits the guardian array。

The iron spears from the guardian force slammed into the catapults thousands of kilometers away, tearing through the sky and unleashing a swift impact with piercing energy.

Life becomes the meanest thing at this moment.

Wailing is already the most common sound.

They have been in the purity of the battlefield for four years, accustomed to life and death, and are not afraid of the cruelty of the riots. The smoke of the wolves is rolling, the blood is spilling, the mourning and the tyranny are tightly entangled, and the roar and roar play the most brutal accompaniment of war.

Niya is proud to live at the head of the city, her eyes are full of tenacity and determination, her hands are like flying, and her spiritual power is wantonly waved, turning into pen and ink to gather into a ferocious demon beast, roaring and raging at the head of the city, ruthlessly devouring the soldiers of the Great Zhou who rushed up, relieving the pressure of the guards.

Her martial arts skills are strange and strong, and the role she plays on this battlefield is too terrifying, coupled with her alluring appearance, she has long been a thorn in the side of the major martial kings of the Great Zhou, and there are constantly powerful martial kings who show up and harass. But she is always guarded by two martial king-level golden armor guards, blocking with her life, Matthews is also arrogant in the air, and the fierce sword in her body exudes a tragic evil aura to deter one side.

In each city gate area, there are two martial honorable-level powerhouses sitting in town, enduring Yan Zhan's injuries, paying attention to the long battle line all the time, and being vigilant against the Great Zhou Wuzun who are eyeing in the distance.

The remaining two martial venerables united with the Half-Saint Ancestor to sit in the imperial city, struggling to maintain the Great Guardian Array, which was the first line of defense in the imperial city, and it was also a bulwark that could deter the Great Zhou Wuzun.

Blood, stumps, rubble, ice blades, thunderbolts, flames, spears, corpses mixed with tattered instruments raged in the rioted city, brutally testing the endurance of both sides, and also stimulating the most primitive wildness in the body.

Pieces of life died, and fresh blood stained the walls again.

Only when you are truly in it can you feel the sorrow and resentment in it, and accumulate the bloody battle of sacrificing life and death.

The battlefield lasted from early morning to noon, and from noon to evening, the Great Zhou Empire was still monstrous, capturing the city more than ten times in a row, and being bombarded by Delos again and again, the danger stimulated their blood, and also tormented their ability to bear.

Numbness? It may have been numb, but watching the lives around them dissipate in a miserable way will touch anyone's soul.

It's getting late?

Coming to an end?

Whether it was an ordinary disciple, or a martial king such as Niya, they all sent out a longing from the depths of their hearts, they were already physically and mentally exhausted, longing for even a little bit of leisure.

The corners of King Zhou Ling's mouth hooked up a sneer: "Prepare to collect the troops, Delos's perseverance is almost exhausted, I dare to conclude that in five days at most, they will definitely break through, the main breakthrough direction should be in the north, and the chaotic area of the feint attack is in the south." ”

"Lord Wang, do you want to collect the troops?"

"Collect the troops. King Zhou Ling raised his hand and wrapped his robe tightly to prepare to return to the camp.

The rapid war drums became low and depressed, the scalp drums in the main camp also slowly stopped, and the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who were still frantically attacking a moment ago, slowed down one after another.

"It's finally over!" On the long and crumbling walls, one by one Delos soldiers sat slumped in the ruins, staring vacantly at the battlefield that began to gradually stop.

Niya stumbled and almost collapsed, her spiritual power was consumed too much, bringing a heavy weakness.

"Huh, lord, look...... That's ......" The golden-armored guards beside him suddenly stared at the distant northern sky, and under the sparkling sunset clouds, a huge golden light and shadow were faintly visible, as if they were approaching here.

Nia rubbed her swollen forehead and looked north. The wall they were guarding was located in the west, and it was difficult to see it from this position, but as the battlefield stopped and quieted, the piercing eagle cry from the light and shadow was faintly audible.

Not only on their side, but also in the direction of the north gate felt it most clearly, the huge golden shadow group that stretched for thousands of meters was rapidly approaching, and the eagle cries echoed in the sky, and then stared to the north, the surging dust was flying, and even the ground trembled slightly.