People plant sunflowers in Douluo

Chapter 281

The bombing stopped for two days, and the old god Levink was sitting in the barracks, waiting for the arrival of many soul masters. Although the quality was not very high, they were still considered qualified cannon fodder.

Up to now, thousands of people in two days does not seem to be much, but Levink is very satisfied, buying a horse bone with a thousand dollars will never be out of date.

"Is there no commander-level existence in the capital?" Hearing the voice of the chief general, several lieutenants shook their heads.

There was no attack for two days, and many flying spirit beasts traveled between Ke'suen and the capital to maintain their supplies.

This material transportation chain that can be seen by the naked eye, as long as the abyss is not blind, most of them will come out to stop it, otherwise who knows if the bombing will come again.

The lieutenant replied in a deep voice: "Not only did it not appear, even the soldier chrysalis hiding in the ground did not move, as if the upper floor had disappeared."

Frowning, Levink realized that there was someone who could endure it better than him.

"Then let's do it again. This time the target is on the city wall. Since the city has been defiled, there is no need for it to exist."

A ray of unbearable flashed through his closed eyes. At any rate, he had many years of memory, symbolizing the old land ruled by the Barak Kingdom, but today it will be destroyed in his hands.

To put it bluntly, it's like the descendants digging the tomb of their ancestors.

'But it's better for me than to be sullied by others', that's what he's thinking now.

Since the general had this request, the Seven Clans naturally started immediately. In two days, the adjustment of the third-generation soul cannon was completed, and the error was narrowed again.

Coordinating the muzzle and aiming at the distant city wall, this time, there were many more wild soul masters watching the battle.

On the one hand, they understood the power of the soul cannon up close, and on the other hand, it was C'Thun who was putting pressure on these people.

My lords, the times have changed, and backward soul masters will eventually be crushed by the torrent of the times.

As one shell after another was filled into the horn-shaped muzzle, the second bombing was about to begin. This time there was only one requirement, to blow up the city wall and the defensive measures at the city gate.

And another small task is to consume the excess ammunition stock. According to what the king said, you can shoot me as much as you have.

The leader of the artillery battalion raised his right hand, his soul power was fluctuating, it was the soul power radiating warm sunlight, and it hit the muzzle in front of him directly.

In the cracks on the barrel, the iron wires are filled with green light. If you look closely, you will find that they are very similar to the energy beans made by Zhang Wei.

The muzzle of the gun also lit up, and the world was turned upside down again, and it was even more terrifying than the first day.

The soul masters couldn't see any light in front of their eyes, because the light had already occupied all the places, and they couldn't hear any sound, and the sound never stopped.

Uninterrupted roaring, one by one 'scorching sun' flew to the sky. It is said in ancient times that there are ten days in the sky, and when ten days appear together, the earth will fall into collapse.

And now, this scene seems to be reappearing in the world.

Some people knelt on the ground weakly, practiced for decades, and became the soul king and soul emperor with difficulty. They thought they could also become a big boss, but in front of this sharp gun, they all changed their appearance.

Only now did they deeply realize that the times may really be changing.

Of course, no matter the cannon that was being fired or the city wall that was shaken to pieces, they didn't care what ordinary soul masters like them thought.

Under such a terrifying situation, the city walls of the old capital did not collapse as expected. On the contrary, the flesh and blood organization was actually trying to reorganize at the beginning.

As mentioned earlier, the city walls of the old capital are now covered with dark red flesh tissue, which effectively attenuated the physical damage of the first wave of bombs.

But the next burning damage still needs to be 100% bearable.

The flames burned again, and the flesh and blood shrank and dried up, and cracks appeared on the surface, and something leaked out of the cracks.

The leader of the artillery battalion who was observing from a distance frowned. He saw that the flames on the city wall were not as violent as he had imagined, and the liquid seeping through the flesh and blood could extinguish the flames.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he understood why no strong man from the abyss came forward, thinking that this broken wall could stop the enemy?
"Fortunately, the fourth-generation soul cannon was not brought here, otherwise you will have a good meal." The leader muttered and stopped paying attention to the situation in the distance.

The opponent should think that it is still the same as the first day, and can only bomb continuously for half a day.

But when the sun went down, even many wild soul masters felt numb. The bombing still hadn't ended, and the distant city wall had reached its limit.

Finally, some troops reappeared. In addition to the wild dogs and flying insects seen before, there was also a beetle-like monster, which seemed to be specially used to resist the soul cannon.

Most of the monsters in the abyss are related to the Zerg race, and they seem to be arms specially created by the strong ones to invade the mainland and the God Realm.

But in the face of weapons beyond the times, they also had to retreat.

Like moths to a flame, flying insects and wild dogs were blown to pieces immediately, only the beetles resisted for a few seconds more, and followed suit.

But their sacrifice brought another result. Their body remains fell on the city wall and were swallowed up by the flesh and blood on the city wall.

This accelerated the repair of the city wall, and the broken gap was directly regenerated.

If you take a closer look, you can find that the city wall has long since lost any other organizations, and it is all that disgusting flesh and blood. This is also the reason why it can persist until now.

With the sacrifice of fresh flesh and blood, it seems that today's bombing has become a joke.

The setting sun was setting, and the slanting sun sprinkled the land with blood. There was no bright moon, no stars, and the light here was still as incandescent.

In the endless explosions, it seemed to be repeating a sentence: Annihilation!Annihilation!

This is the chant of destruction, the revenge from the mainland after the ages, the consciousness of the plane is singing, and all the laws are resonating.

A brand-new era is about to set sail, where heaven is in love and luck is added to the body, no one dares to face it head-on.

Those standing in front of you at this moment are all sinners who have violated the entire world. Even if you are powerful, you will not be able to compete with the power of a world.

The city wall made an overwhelmed distorted sound, like the sigh of an old man with a hunched back and several layers of wrinkled skin, and began to collapse.

Those flesh and blood dried up, those liquids drained, and the Zerg units created did not make such death-death moves, and the consumption was unbearable for the mastermind behind the scenes.

All the abyssal breath outside the city wall was dispelled, and the third-generation shells contained lantern grass, which acted as purification bombs.

At this moment, it was already midnight, and the non-stop bombing finally began to advance towards the city.

Perhaps for all the existences in this world, this is the first time they face such an attack, there is no life-and-death physical collision, and there is no punching with swords.

There is only one-sided flat push, no matter how many backhands you have deployed, and no matter what tactics you have prepared, it is just bombing, only bombing.

Taking a sip of tea comfortably, Levink squinted his eyes. Now he can understand why the king is constantly looking for the latest materials to replace bombs.

(End of this chapter)