Chapter 378 (1/2)

When the eight wastelands came across the sea.

In front of the Sanqing plain, hundreds of miles of plain are occupied by a dark figure, with a huge head mixed in it.

A barbarian emperor stood in awe with a totem pole in his hand.

Below the huge Mongolia, there are countless barbarian soldiers and monsters, all of whom have quiet faces, and their ferocious faces are all of that kind of resolute color that is not afraid of death.

Compared with the noisy urn City, the barbarian people are more like a well-trained army. The nearly one million people didn't make much noise, only the low sobs of monsters echoed slowly.

Behind them, there was a huge sacrificial altar. At noon, there was light and shadow on the top of the altar. With a clear horn, the troops that had been standing for more than half an hour suddenly moved.

Nearly a hundred heads of giant Mongolia took a step forward at the same time, and there was a loud bang, neat and uniform.

Behind them, one head was ten times smaller than Jumeng, but still huge monsters poured out and lined up directly in front.

These monsters are featherless and hairless. They are slender and emit a faint silver light from top to bottom, just like cast iron.

Its whole body looks like an inverted fork, with a handle in front and five long tails trailing behind, each of which is more than ten feet long. Compared with its body, these tails are very thin, shaking up and down from time to time, with a tough and elastic feeling.

At once, a barbarian soldier came forward, pulled out slender iron pieces larger than a grinding plate and hung them on their tails.

A moment later, with a sound like the sound of a bow string, the monsters twisted their bodies vigorously, their tails suddenly bounced up, and suddenly the black shadows roared out. The pieces of iron made a strange sound in the air, which directly passed nearly ten miles away, and then fell rapidly.

Although it is an iron sheet, it is only according to its shape.

In fact, each of them is feet thick. Only because they are half a foot long and half a foot wide, they seem to be very thin. There are sharp openings in front of them. When they fall, they purr, just like countless sharp shovels directly shoveling down on the urn.

Before these strange shovels landed, gorgeous lights and shadows rose up on the urn opposite. Ice arrows, fire dragons, gold blades... Countless spells bloomed at the same time, rendering the whole sky extremely beautiful.

Among the monks in Sanqing, the lowest level is jiedan, and more than 40% are monks in Yuanying. The power of casting spells is not weak. After forming a battle array, the spells are overwhelming and powerful.

However, there are too many shovels. Moreover, this attack of pure physical nature is extremely difficult to defend. For a time, there is a constant sound of air impact. 50% of the shovels are either dissolved into molten iron or hit off the right direction and fall outside the urn City, but half of them are still intact and fall faster and faster.

The ”buzz” sounded softly, and patches of earthy yellow light flashed, forming thick barriers over the urn city. Another 30% of the shovels were blocked by it and directly bounced away. Finally, only 20% of the attacks passed through all the defenses and roared down towards the wall above the urn city.

Although Xiang Yang's improvement has greatly improved the flexibility of today's battle array, there are too many friars on the urn. When these shovels fall, they will vibrate from time to time due to friction with the air, making it often twist in the direction of flight, and it is very difficult to judge the correct landing point.

It is these 20% of the escaped fish that still set off a bloody storm.

The light of body protection magic weapons flashed directly, but nearly a kilogram of weight fell from such a high air. Ordinary magic weapons could not bear such a huge impact. Many of them were directly broken, and a terrible howl echoed above the city wall

”There were 1276 casualties on our side in this wave... Reasonably speaking, there should be two more waves...”