Legend of the Great Saint

Battle drums thundered, cold-blooded doors opened, and large armies plugged.

The clouds of war, like the beast with its teeth dancing claws, swept into the distant city of Black Cloud.

Because of the existence of such treasures as rings, there is little logistical supply in the army, but strangely tens of thousands of cages are being dragged to the front by the warcraft.

At the border between the magic and the way, the officers dragged a prisoner out and buried him alive, leaving only one head outside.

These prisoners are male and female, old and young. Some cry, some curse, some silently. But no one begs for forgiveness. There is no sympathy in the magic.

Marching all the way, burying it alive, like planting a tree, leaving a lament all the way.

The territory of the magic realm breaks through the border area, if you look down from the sky, it is like a giant arrow, straight into Black Cloud City.

These prisoners are the “sinners” of the magic, either conspired to frame them, or because of their cowardice, or simply the victims of war, and they have one of the most common crimes - the good.

As the earth penetrates the human path, burial alone is no longer enough.

Witches wish them to begin setting up an altar, escorting a prisoner to the altar and torturing him to death under the watchful eye of a soldier.

The screams fluctuated as if to tear the sky apart.

Witches wish them well crafted, so that prisoners can feel the greatest pain without losing their lives quickly, which often lasts for days and nights and can only be accomplished with the assistance of several apprentices.

The most intelligent witch wishes to work with different instruments and techniques to make different screams and give spectators the ultimate spiritual experience.

This has also led to the formation of two major factions, the "experiential” and the "expressive”.

Experience thinks it's time to focus on torture itself and give the "sinner” the most painful experience, rather than acting like a clown to please those foolish viewers.

The performers argue that there is only one “sinner", but the audience is hundreds and hundreds, so to speak. Experience is just a bunch of abusive fanatics with no sense of responsibility or mission.

There is, by the way, a “methodical" approach to inventing new forms of torture and torture, which is too restrictive to receive much attention.

This is a vibrant and crazy scene, but the demons are all looking at it vibrantly and blindly. Some of them were so intoxicated, they were amazing.

“Oops, this knife is amazing!” “The voice is good. The screaming is so loud and gentle. Shh! ”

Suddenly a demon reported: “Tell the witch to wish you good luck. I saw Zhou's impatience. After all, he has no conscience! ”

“Ah, Lord Witch, I have no conscience! I have no conscience! I'm starving. ”

The Witch wished him a cold glance and threw a burnt hand off the altar.

Around him, the wolf swallowed the tiger and ate: "The good man's meat is delicious! ”

“How dare you say that the flesh of the good man is delicious? Do we not taste the flesh of the evil man? ”

“No, that's not what I meant. ”

“Little Request Witch, Dear Lord, sacrifice this‘ Hypocrite 'to the Devil's Heaven! ”

“Sacrifice! Sacrifice! ”

The demons approached with a roar, smiling and strangely twisted faces.

“Ah!!! ”

Then another “good man" hidden in the ranks of evil men was discovered and cleared, and morale grew.

With 100,000 “good men” as a sacrifice, the army quickly advanced towards Black Cloud City.

Though the territory thus opened is only temporary, once pushed under the city of Black Cloud, the demons will be fighting on the ground, gaining enormous land and avoiding being attacked by the enemy during the march.

This tactic is no longer a secret, and one of the consequences of years of war is that everything becomes clear. All strategic tactics have been used millions of times, without even having to deduce analysis on a map, and all possibilities have occurred.

There are a hundred ways to decipher this tactic, and the magic domain has a hundred ways to counteract it, so that this tactic can continue to be retained and applied.

Because of the constraints of realistic conditions, changes tend to be smaller than in chess.

Once the war starts, there is no room for any more fantasy, and no hero can turn it around, leaving only a bloody meat grinder to see which side can plug in more flesh.

Li Yiqiao knew all about this, and Heiyun City's defense system was based on the two regiments “Black Cloud Thunder Roar” and “Fire” and "Xuanwu”.

And the corps was created to better organize the flesh and stuff it into this meat grinder.

Without the pride of heaven, Xuan Wu Legion is almost abolished.

This is not only because of her strength, but more importantly because the Xuan Wu Regiment was founded in her name and has built tremendous prestige in numerous fights.

It is prestige that has the military heart, and it is the military heart that has the strength, not just a fax disciple can replace it.

It is now the case that if the flesh of the Savannah is not present, it can only be the flesh of the practitioner.

What practitioner would do that? Normally the monks do not want, the fax disciples can still be suppressed, the fax disciples do not want, who can force them to sacrifice, and even his “big brother” does not want to.

He even missed it a little bit.

That's when the Fire Hall arrives.

The whispering in the Fire Hall gradually calmed down as his footsteps rang.

All the facsimile disciples met with courtesy: "Brother! ”

Li Yiqiao saw them in groups, or stood or sat, some holding swords against the wall, some simply sitting at the Speaker's table, only Ge Xing was sitting in jeopardy. He frowned and ordered, "Sit down! ”

Everyone sat down in turn, although several nuns who were prepared to question Li Huiqiao were also deterred by his wind. I have never been to Black Cloud City, and I feel that the atmosphere here is very different from that of the Hall of Truth.

“The Magic Army has probably set out, this time determined to uproot Black Cloud City, and the offensive will be more massive than ever before. If you want to defend Black Cloud City, prepare half of you to crash here. ”

“What?! Half the men are down? Brother, are you kidding me? ”

Facsimile disciples vary in colour, some are shocked, some are unbelievable, some are frowned upon. Never expected Li Yihuo to be so pessimistic.

Happy face playing with a pair of dice, this is a good chance to gamble, bet on whether Black Cloud City can hold on, but he doesn't want to bear the anger of "Big Brother”, just add a sentence to Li Yiqiao's heart:

“Half the people who fall are not necessarily able to defend themselves, except that's the biggest damage you can afford. ”

Piyang Qiu seemed to see through his thoughts and preached: “Oh, Lotte, this‘ Big Brother ’is still too young after all, which has overestimated their resolve. I'd say a third of it at most. These years have been so calm that there are few old men left who have gone through the war. ”

“Afraid to scare them! Hey, you really think the Emperor's gonna die? ”