East of Dayun.
Within six million miles of the coast, there are twelve towering walls that have no end.
As the dust and smoke filled the air, groups of orderly armored monsters were continuously passing through the wall from behind. Starting from the seaside, they were rushing towards the outermost line of defense.
Outside the twelfth city wall, there are ten desolate main battlefields, each of which is tens of thousands of miles wide.
For some reason, all ten main battlefields were silent today.
The charred land was littered with corpses, including weird-looking demons and human monks with missing limbs. The dried blood and incomplete weapons all told the story of the brutality of the battle...
Battlefield No. 3.
Among the vast mountains in the west, you can faintly see some white spots. After a closer look, you find that they are white tents. These are the Beixuan human race monks who have taken root here.
The first group of monks to join the battle are almost dead. Those who are still lucky enough to sit and chat outside the tent are almost all latecomers who arrived here just three months ago.
A few months ago, the demons suddenly dispatched third-level masters to launch a surprise attack on the human race, causing a large number of low-level human race monks to die in hatred without even a chance to react.
The demon army also took advantage of this to accelerate its advance.
It was only then that the top leaders of the Demon Alliance came to their senses and put everyone on the battlefield.
When their group arrived at battlefield three, there were hundreds of thousands of them, including nearly two hundred golden elixir masters.
But after a few months, there was not much left, especially in the battle the day before yesterday. Both sides were completely red-blooded, and suicide attacks occurred one after another.
Although tens of thousands of demons were wiped out, allowing the demons to suspend their actions, the human race also lost 20,000 to 30,000 low-level monks. Even the golden elixir masters self-destructed more than 20 people.
Today, there are less than 20,000 low-level monks on battlefield No. 3, and less than 50 golden elixir masters.
The atmosphere of despair and sadness enveloped the entire third camp, and everyone's heart was extremely heavy.
They don't know when the demons will attack next.
Perhaps, that is the time of their death.
"Lao He, I remember you said that you haven't married a wife yet, right? You said that you are already old and have never even touched a woman. You really have lived in this world for nothing."
Outside a tent halfway up the mountain, the young man looked away from the battlefield, glanced at the wrinkled old man beside him and said with a slight smile.
"What do you know? Women will only affect the speed of my cultivation. Otherwise, how can you think that I can reach the level of golden elixir with three spiritual roots?" The old man said with disdain.
"Yes...but, you have no heir? And...you may die here." The young man said sadly.
"There is nothing to be afraid of when a cultivator dies. The worst he can do is come back in eighteen years. Hehe, maybe my talent will be even better in the next life."
It seemed that even he couldn't believe what Lao He said. After he finished speaking, he shook his head and fell silent.
The young man stopped talking.
The mountain breeze in July was a bit sultry, but their hearts felt cool.
After a while, the young man said again: "Old He, tell me, what are we working so hard for here? Even if the human race wins in the end, I'm afraid we won't be able to see it, let alone enjoy it..."
"Why."
Lao He murmured and shook his head, "I don't know, maybe it's because we are individuals."
"Is it a person?"
"..."
"Commander He, Commander-in-Chief, please come over."
Just as the two were chatting, a sword light suddenly flew from a distance and landed in front of them.
He Zhicheng stood up, glanced at the highest mountain on the right, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go there right away."
"Lao He..."
The young man stood up, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
"Hey, as we get older, it's time for you young people to take the lead. It's okay, I'm ready." He Zhicheng waved his hand, and then flew towards the distant hills with a little step.
He had received the news a long time ago. In order to hold back the demons' attack and wait for reinforcements from the Star Luo Kingdom to rescue them, a group of golden elixir masters would self-destruct in every battle.
This time, it was probably his turn.
After a while, He Zhicheng landed outside a white tent on the top of the mountain. The tent was very ordinary. Except for a small triangular flag stuck at the edge, it was no different from other tents.
He Zhicheng patted his clothes to make himself look less sloppy, then opened the curtain and got in.
There were already seven or eight people inside, all of whom were masters of the golden elixir and appeared to be quite old. They were standing on both sides without saying a word. It seemed that he was the last one to arrive.
He Zhicheng was slightly apologetic and calmly stood at the last position on the right.
"I'm sure you don't need to tell me the purpose of calling you here today. You already know it." As soon as He Zhicheng stood still, the old man in green robe behind the bill stood up.
This person's name is Lu Shaoyuan, he is the fifth elder of the Taiqing Palace, and he is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. After the war between the demons broke out, he also served as the commander-in-chief of the third branch, taking charge of all affairs of the third battlefield.
After hearing this, no one said a word, and some of them showed a bit of unwillingness on their faces.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Lu Shaoyuan said again: "In the face of the righteousness of the human race, I hope that you can open your mind and not be too fussy. According to the rules, after you die in battle, I, the Taiqing Palace, will give your family and descendants enough resources to compensate you, and the world will From generation to generation, you will enjoy the privilege of being a disciple of the Taiqing Palace. In the future, your names will also be engraved on the human race's merit monument, so that future generations can respect and worship..."
As Lu Shaoyuan spoke, he observed everyone's expressions. After he finished speaking, he looked at the second yellow-robed old man on the right and said, "Commander Di, if you have any opinions, feel free to tell me."
The old man in yellow robe slowly stood up, bowed his hands and said: "I don't have any other opinions. I just can't understand why all the selections of dead men were casual cultivators, but there were none from those sects. ?”
After the words fell, several people with bad expressions looked at Lu Shaoyuan.
This is actually not a problem, because everyone knows the reason for this. Commander Di just can't suppress the grief and anger in his heart and wants to vent it.
He was not afraid of death, he just felt that at this time, Taiqing Palace was still thinking of using these casual cultivators, which was really chilling.
Lu Shaoyuan's face turned slightly ugly when he heard this, but he quickly hid it and said with a dry smile:
"Commander Di's words are wrong. The people of the major sects have deep cards, and those demons have not yet used their full strength. Leaving them behind is actually thinking of having a final decisive battle with the demons.
Commander Di, you can rest assured that our Taiqing Palace is absolutely fair and impartial. After this round, all the dead soldiers will be selected by drawing lots. We will never favor any party. Even I, the people from Taiqing Palace, will also participate. satisfy? "
"..."
After hearing what Lu Shaoyuan said, everyone fell silent. These Jindan commanders were different from others. After joining the alliance, they were all banned and there was no possibility of escape.
Even if the other party is just fooling them, there is nothing they can do.
Perhaps, being able to carve their names on the monument of the human race is the biggest gain this time, right?
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Woo——!
At this moment, a dense and dull sound of heavy drums suddenly sounded, accompanied by a sad horn sound...
