Section 656

Outside a city covering hundreds of kilometers, a sudden war has lasted for a day.

Although the scale of the war is not as large as the battle in the Fantasy Sea Desert, the Eight-Nation Legion also exceeds 10 billion, and it seems that for the purpose of the surprise attack, the proportion of epic and above troops in this 10 billion army is as high as an astonishing one-third, and the rest are all powerful legendary legions.

The Eight-Nation Legion has just launched a new round of fierce attacks.

Countless legions broke into the barrier of the city and climbed up the walls of the territories.

The resistance of the Hero State is equally tenacious, and even the rare troops of the farming lords were sent to the battlefield to launch suicide attacks.

There are also many strong men shuttling among them, constantly putting out fires.

Every moment, hundreds of thousands of legions fall.

The walls have been soaked with blood of red, green, yellow, and various races, and the bodies under the city are piled up like mountains.

Although the war is still tragic.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Hero State side may not be able to hold on for much longer.

Squeak——

Suddenly, a 10,000-meter-long sword light shot out from the capital. Wherever the sword light passed, hundreds of thousands of the Eight-Nation Army fell down like wheat.

The horrifying scene made the offensive of the nearby Eight-Nation Army pause.

A burly, golden-haired middle-aged lord in the back saw this and immediately shouted: "Don't be afraid, Wang Wu has fired more than a dozen heroic swords, and he is already at the end of his strength. Let's kill him in one go!"

"Seymour!" A loud shout came, "You only dare to hide behind the army, do you dare to fight me fair and square?"

"You want to fight alone?" Seymour laughed, "Wang Wu, you, a sick man in East Asia, what qualifications do you have to fight me alone? Don't you know that I am a descendant of the great Plantagenet family?"

"Plantagenet?" Wang Zhengyi's sneer continued, "Secretly releasing crow poison, this is the chivalry of Plantagenet, tell me, is it?"

Seymour's face changed.

Crow poison is an evil mental toxin. After it is released, it can silently weaken the attributes of a lord, and it kills indiscriminately regardless of whether the opponent is a war lord, a farming lord, or an entertainment lord.

It is especially effective for lords with weak willpower.

And this kind of damage is difficult to repair.

Because it is too vicious, the use of crow poison is expressly prohibited in many territories.

Now that his evil deeds have been exposed in public, as the commander-in-chief of the Eight-Nation Army, Seymour is a little embarrassed and said with a gloomy look:

"Hehe, I heard that your most talented daughter offended the gods because she followed Jiang Chen to make a revolution, and was killed by Luo Tian Shenhuang with a punch. Not even a slag was left. It's really pitiful."

"But don't worry, I will reunite you father and daughter in Huangquan soon."

"..."

Hearing this, Wang Zhengyi fell silent.

However, many other Dragon Kingdom lords shouted and cursed.

For a time, the soldiers of the Hero State shared the same hatred and the will to fight was not reduced but strengthened.

A brown curly-haired lord next to Seymour frowned and said:

"Sir Seymour, our main goal this time is to kill Wang Zhengyi and other major leaders. Especially this Wang Zhengyi, with his special talent [Wenwu Yixue], I don't know how many powerful military lords he has cultivated."

"As long as the Hero State is leaderless, the remaining Dragon State lords will not be a concern. Even if there is enough time, Yadu can destroy them."

"But you have angered these Dragon State lords so much. Even if you destroy the Hero State, it will cause huge casualties to our army. It's not worth the loss!"

Symour snorted coldly and asked back: "Lord Frey is too kind. There are always casualties in war."

The brown-haired lord named "Frey" said, "Not necessarily. If we ask Wang Zhengyi to be killed at the cost of letting other Dragon Country lords go, he may agree."

"Hahaha..." Seymour was amused and laughed, "With Wang Zhengyi's strength, if he is determined to break through, it is hard to say whether we can stop him. How could such a strong man sacrifice himself for a group of weak people?"

Frey: "But in fact, there are indeed many similar figures in the history of Dragon Country..."

While the two were arguing.

A tall middle-aged lord suddenly flew out of the space barrier of the capital.

The man was holding a big knife, with an ordinary appearance, and could only be called tough at most, but his slender black eyes flashed with sharp light.

He was surrounded by hundreds of sword auras, and all enemies who entered within a hundred meters, whether outstanding or legendary, were cut in half.

This made all enemies facing him, even a mythical soldier, subconsciously retreat a thousand meters away.

Wang Zhengyi's eyes were like lightning, and he swept around, then he said loudly:

"You withdraw from the Hero State, I can let you deal with it."

There was a commotion behind him immediately.

"Master Wang, are we the kind of people who are afraid of death?"

"That's right, we will die together!"

"We can still fight again, maybe Master Li and Mr. Zhuge are on their way back to help."

Wang Zhengyi gently raised his hand to stop the commotion behind him, and then his eyes penetrated the void of a hundred miles and fell directly on Seymour.

"How?"

Seymour and others looked at each other.

Especially Seymour, who just said that he didn't believe that a strong man like Wang Zhengyi would sacrifice himself for others, but was slapped in the face in an instant.

Frey immediately said: "Sir Seymour, if you can really get rid of Wang Zhengyi without bloodshed, you can talk."

"Okay!" Seymour's eyes flickered, and then he shouted, "Wang Wu, you withdraw from the sword domain immediately and surrender."

Wang Zhengyi sneered, "I don't believe you."

Seymour said unhappily, "You're kidding me!"

Wang Zhengyi's expression remained unchanged: "You withdraw from the Hero State first, and I, Wang Zhengyi, will definitely fulfill my promise!"

After years of accumulation, District 555 has a deep foundation, and the diameter of a state capital is as large as one million kilometers.

Under the space ban, it will take at least a few days to withdraw from the state capital, and Seymour will naturally not agree.

When both sides refused to give in, a voice suddenly came from the horizon.

"I don't agree to this deal!"

Chapter 622 Contempt! Why so many myths?

"I don't agree to this deal!"

Listening to this rumbling sound, everyone looked different.

Moore turned his head and shouted, "Who is it?"

And the intelligence officer suddenly trembled and said, "General, two...two sky cities appeared two thousand kilometers away."

Sky city?

Hearing these four words, Seymour's first subconscious reaction was that Jiang Chen had arrived; his second reaction was that it was impossible; but after careful consideration, it seemed that apart from Jiang Chen, only the Lighthouse Country's nest in the entire Seventh Heaven had a sky city.

"But... how is it possible? Hasn't the Divine Realm Expeditionary Force been surrounded and killed by hundreds of billions of legions such as Qingyu and Lighthouse? How could Jiang Chen escape?"

If it weren't for the sudden incident in the Divine Realm, which diverted the main force of the Dragon Country Resistance Army away from the mountain, they would not have rashly attacked the Hero State.

While he was thinking, Li Shuwen's voice came.

"Hahaha, old man Li Shuwen, you white-skinned bastards who only take advantage of others' misfortunes, no one wants to leave today."

Hearing this voice, there was a cheer in the Hero State, and even Wang Zhengyi's eyes flashed with joy.

The millions of lords in the Hero State are saved.

But how did Lao Li and his men rescue His Majesty Jiang Chen so quickly? I'm afraid there was not enough time on the road?

Could it be... that the 60 billion troops of the Divine Realm had been defeated, and only two sky cities escaped?

Thinking of this, Wang Zhengyi's heart sank again.

After all, Seymour was the commander of the 10 billion army, so he quickly calmed down and asked the intelligence officer:

"Does the enemy really only have two sky cities?"

After getting a positive answer, Seymour sneered:

"It seems that Jiang Chen was able to escape with the speed of the sky city. He didn't want to escape, but instead sent himself to the door, which was really looking for death! Well, these two sky cities will become a highlight in my military career!"

Frey reminded: "The carrying capacity of the sky city is far beyond that of ordinary flying boats. Since Jiang Chen dared to come, he must have brought a powerful army."

"..." Seymour thought for a moment and said with a smile, "It is most likely the legendary legion that Li Shuwen took away. If hundreds of millions of legions all come back to help, I will turn around and leave! But no matter how strong the loading capacity of the two sky cities is, they can only carry tens of millions of legions at most. What is there to be afraid of?"

Frey thought about it carefully and it was right, but he was cautious by nature: "Even so, we can't take it lightly."

Seymour was a little impatient: "Do you want me to withdraw half of the legion from the front to block these two sky cities?"

"No, no!" Frey didn't want to make enemies with Seymour, and hurriedly said, "Thirty percent is enough!"

A few minutes later.

The two sky cities stopped 200 kilometers away from the Hero Mansion.

At the signal of Li Shuwen, everyone in the God Realm soon saw the imposing Wang Zhengyi, and all breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of joy on their faces.

After a detailed discussion along the way, Zhuge Qingyun and others also knew the reason why everyone in the God Realm was so concerned.

It turned out to be the last wish of a comrade-in-arms.

This made them more appreciative of these young men and women who were generally over 20 years old but had mastered the power of the God Realm.

They were loyal, committed, and not pedantic.

The future of the God Realm was promising!

Jiang Chen looked at the layout of the battlefield and was suddenly a little surprised. He smiled and said:

"Sir Seymour, you didn't receive the battle report from the Fantasy Desert? It seems that your Eight-Nation Legion is not a monolithic entity."

More than a day passed.

Even if it was forbidden to speak, the battle report from the Fantasy Desert must have been transmitted long ago.

Of course, ordinary lords, and even 99% of the generals, could not have the ability to transmit messages under the ban. Those who received the battle report from the Fantasy Desert must have been a small group of high-level people from the eight countries.