Divine Throne of Primordial Blood

Lejuzhai.

A war is breaking out.

Hundreds of black samurai lifted their shields, waved their knives and shouted slogans at the village.

Villagers standing on the walls pulled arrows, an arrow flew out, landed on a shield, making a clanging noise, but not many targets could really be hit, let alone strong bows, even if the target was often only slightly injured.

But the samurai made up of nurseries, again not soldiers of the long-standing warring front, were merely rare bows and arrows that slowed them down and stagnated, and some turned back.

At this time, the supervisory team played a role. After cutting off a few runaways with a knife, it quickly stabilized the mind of the army, and everyone began to move slowly and forward.

“A bunch of people! ”

Standing in the back watching the game, Zhongwei snorted.

As the president of Hexi Qing Qing, Shi Zhongwei is naturally going to fight in person at this time.

There were dozens of people standing beside him, all of whom were trained as successful sourced gas.

“Well, let me just say, what's the use of sending this crap? We don't need so many people, we go together, we just flatten the house. It's so nice and easy to save time.” A Yellow Maori Taoist.

“You don't know shit!” A purple-haired white samurai samurai: “A team of 100 trained forged samurai can easily annihilate seven or eight exhaling samurai, it's not surprising to annihilate boiling blood. It is necessary to know that sourcesmen are also human beings, only to have some powerful power, but as long as the nature of life remains unchanged, it is not possible to ignore the role of quantity. ”

“Exactly!” Someone else's interface: “The existence of a sergeant will always be meaningful unless it is repaired to reach rocking lights, attacking the sky, entering and exiting space, guarding limb regeneration, organ remodeling, and dramatic changes in the level of life. ”

“Even in the face of a group of armies formed in the open sun, we still have to retreat. Never disregard the existence of quantities unless it is repaired to a hierarchical difference of more than three orders. ”

“That's why several chiefs have made up their minds to use these hillbillies to practice. Four hundred elite samurai, working with us, are not indispensable.” Some people are confident.

“Shake the light? Too far.” Someone made a sneer laugh.

Shaking the light is the limit of what was once a people, and for many it is a far too distant name.

It is true, too, that people like Uncle Shi Kai, any one of them here, can easily kill everyone here.

Unlike other realms, shaking light is a great threshold, and the power difference is huge. Many people are doomed to make a big mistake evaluating the shaking light by the difference between the bleeding and the opening of the sun.

But now you don't have to say anything that strikes morale.

Above the battlefield, fighting continues.

The samurai have begun to approach the walls under the pressure of the squadron, while the villagers above have begun to throw spears.

The spear tip of this short spear is poisoned and itself heavier than an arrow. It is used in the hands of the villagers and is more powerful. After some of the samurai spears, the wounds quickly collapsed, covering their wounds with mourning, but the warriors in the rear did not move, merely constantly forcing them to fight.

As long as we don't die, we have to fight, either on the road, or at the hands of the squad.

If there was a general here who trained well in the army, he would shake his head and shout, "This is bullshit practice."

Just know that people are not afraid to die going up, if this is also called practice, then practice is too simple.

The fact is, however, that even blood nobles do not all possess the ability to practice, and the source soldiers do not know how to lead, so this battle is not only soldier, but also general.

But even so, pressure from 400 elite samurai remains unbearable to the villagers of Happy House.

While the siege is not strong, the defense of the city is even worse.

In the face of the tsunami-like assault of hundreds of samurai, many villagers were frightened to death, and many regretted that they should not confront the nobility. Had it not been for the Guardian Beast, it would have collapsed.

Nevertheless, there is still smoke everywhere on the rudimentary walls.

Watching this scene, Charles also regrets it immensely.

Instead of regretting being right with the nobles, he regretted not having listened to Su Shen's suggestion sooner.

Su Shen had warned him more than a decade earlier that after several attempts by blood nobles, he would surely hit hard. All villages in Hexilin will sooner or later be destroyed individually if they are not united.

But joining villages means great inconvenience in life. The villagers, who were already cut off by blood nobility, are really unable to bear more pain, so Charles has been hesitant.

In fact, he also had a glimmer of hope that blood nobles would not end up doing this. It's just tripling the price, and nobles don't have to fight with them for that profit. Their power has proven worthy of this price since previous attempts failed.

It is also an indispensable psychological manifestation of the vast majority of the weak, who are always fortunate about bad things and have unknown expectations of their opponents.

Until the last moment, it was too late to realize that hope was broken.

Looking at the murdered noble army at this moment, the hope in Charles's heart is that those who are called upon for help will hurry to save him.

As long as we can save these people, Charles will do whatever it takes.

“Mayor, a noble samurai is coming up in the northwest corner!” A villager rushed over and shouted.

“You guys go block up there, quick!” Charles shouted.

Several motorized villagers rushed over, but by the time they arrived, more than a dozen samurai had broken through the blockade and gone up to the wall to kill them.

Leaks can now be said on the walls of Lejuzhai, with enemies climbing everywhere.

“Mayor, launch the Holy Beast!” A villager samurai shouted, “We're losing it. ”

“But…” Charles looked at the distant sources.

As a village chief, he can at least judge one of the simplest situations, which is that once the guardian beast is launched, the source soldiers must also do the same.

With the numbers and ferocity of those from the source, the beast is definitely not an opponent, and the battle will only end sooner.

Instead, as is now the case, only ordinary samurai fight is more conducive to delaying time.

Yet many things cannot be done knowing the right way.

There was already a flame in Lejuzhai, and one villager after another died in the bloodshed.

A terrible scream rang, and everyone fell down every moment.

Those are all his familiar names. He looked at him before he died, and it seemed strange why the old mayor had not allowed the Holy Beast to go out until now.

The right course of action does not mean that it can be understood that the will of the individual appears so powerless in the crowd pinch that it forces Charles to know that it is wrong and to make it.

He closed his eyes and couldn't take another look, just saying:

“Launch the Holy Beast. ”

“Ho!”

A string of beasts howled.

Two huge figures covered the walls and the entire enemy position.

As the two fierce beasts rushed in, a bloody storm broke out in the samurai army formation, and the villagers on the walls simultaneously shouted excitedly, as if victory was already in hand.