Chapter 382 – The Heavenly Hound Corps (1/2)

Sky City flew faster than the troops marching on the ground, so after approaching Octahead City, it wasn’t in a rush to attack but just floated in the air for a little.

The Sun Dynasty took this opportunity to prepare their flying troops. Sky City posed too great a threat that they found it impossible to go against. Even if Sky City’s offensive power hadn’t been so strong, a fortress out of their attack range would give anyone a headache. And the allure of Sky City was too great. At the moment, what they strived for was not a way to defend Octahead City, but to win Sky City regardless of the cost.

“With Sky City, we can get rid of the predicament of insufficient resources and gain a ticket in the competition for world supremacy.” Several family heads had gathered to discuss. “Therefore, send the most powerful flying troops of your clans. No matter what, we must capture Sky City. When the other clans heard the news, they all started to head over here. Our forces will be much stronger then.”

Fatty and the ones in Sky City were still waiting for the army below to catch up when the opponent flying troops already began a suicide attack.

Teams of either NPCs and players on flying mounts charged like crazy against the current of attacks from Sky City. White lights flashed in the sky as bodies fell like dumplings falling into a pot, yet this couldn’t put an end to their steps. Some even lost dozens of levels until they could no longer ride their mounts, and only then were they forced to stop.

This lasted for one hour, during which an estimation of at least 100,000 players had died in mid-air, but the bitter return was only getting within a kilometer outside Sky City at best and consuming a large number of its arrows.

“A real warrior, dare to face the free fall…” sang Fatty in a poetic rush on the Holy Spirit Island.

“Its defense is very strong.” In Octahead City, the faces of the clan heads didn’t change one bit at the death of over one hundred thousand people as they stood in a clearing, squinting at Sky City.

“The stronger the better, otherwise it’s useless to capture it.” A clan head spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground.

“What's the use of being strong, anyway. When its energy is used up, it’ll only be a big target that can’t run.” Another head sneered.

“The Heavenly Hound Corps is coming soon. We must exhaust their energy as much as possible to clear the path for the army.”

“Damn it, if the Heavenly Hound weren't training in another place, they could have teleported here directly. What’s worse, most of our space mages were deployed for the cross-border Teleportation Portal, or else we could have set up another portal to transfer them.”

“It is useless to say anything now. Keep sending people to attack. Even if we can’t get close to them, we can consume their ammunition.”

“Some are coming to die again. Watch how I shoot them dead through the heart,” declared TheFugitive as he eyed the tens of thousands of players riding over on flying mounts.

“Don't attack, let them in,” Fatty suddenly said.

“Why?” The players around were surprised.

“We don't have much of arrows in reserve, we need to save as much as we can. I have a hunch that there’s a fierce battle coming,” Fatty explained.

The players around all nodded and passed down Fatty’s order. Apart from those standing in their posts, teams of players began to assemble. The Knights mounted up, the Warriors polished their weapons, Archers and Mages readied their supplies, and the Rogues disappeared in the wind. A kind of excitement before the coming of war spread out and permeated the atmosphere.

“They finally figured it out.” Seeing Fatty no longer stopped the enemies from approaching Sky City, Iron Eagle nodded.

“Well, this kind of plan is too simple, after all.” Lin Xi smiled indifferently.

Seeing that Sky City no longer fired, the rushing Sun Dynasty players bit the bullet and kept going, because ready to greet them were hundreds of thousands of Xuanhuang players.

Now that all guilds were in their mature stage, each large and famous guild had basically tens of thousands of members or even hundreds of thousands. Of those who Fatty had pulled into Sky City, there were already several in the top ten of the four main cities, easily gathering an army of hundreds of thousands.

In front of hundreds of thousands of players, the enemy party of merely ten thousand was like a stone thrown into the sea, disappearing quickly without kicking up a wave. Seeing that Sky City no longer continued unnecessary consumption, the Sun Dynasty below no longer sent people to attack. Both sides entered a quiet period of wait.

Whoosh.

White lights lit up in Octahead City, introducing the appearances of soldier groups in the Teleportation Portals. The soldiers then immediately flew up and hovered above Octahead City.

From Sky City, Fatty could see clearly that they flew up relying on the mounts under them. This kind of mount was very strange, looking like a dog the size of an ox, with colorful fur and also a pair of wings that enabled it to fly.

“It's the Sun Dynasty's Heavenly Hound Corps.” Iron Eagle’s face was chilling.

“I wonder how strong they are compared with our Flying Eagle Corps and Flying Dragon Corps,” mused a general next to him.

“Weaklings,” Iron Eagle spat with ascendancy.

The Flying Eagle Corps was one of the five legions under Iron Eagle, while the Flying Dragon Corps was the top flying legion among the five armies of Dragon, Tiger, Lion, Leopard, and Eagle.

“Everybody, into your positions. The big boss is coming,” Fatty said cheerfully and clapped his hands.

All of the portals in Octahead City were still flashing. Each time they did so, a group of Heavenly Hound soldiers emerged and silently flew to line up in the air.