Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

The first year of the Dragon Calendar, April 9th.

Just when the battle between the Falling Sun Empire and the Bright Moon Empire was in full swing, Long Wudi seized the opportunity and decisively launched an attack on Nanjiang City.

In fact, Long Wudi had already planned to capture Nanjiang City a few months ago.

It was just that the huge corpse in the space delayed the plan for several months. Until today, Long Wudi felt that the time was ripe and decided to launch an attack.

Attacking Nanjiang City is not as difficult as imagined.

Recently, Long Wudi sent many Chosen Ones to infiltrate the city. Although most of them were discovered, there were still a few Chosen Ones who lurked in Nanjiang City.

At this time, Long Wudi gave an order, and 100 special forces were teleported into Nanjiang City.

The captains of these 100 special forces are all strong men above level 40, and each special force has 9 members, and the members are at least masters above level 37.

With such a terrifying strength, it directly killed through the city defense army headquarters of Nanjiang City with a crushing momentum.

Nanjiang City was soon occupied by Longcheng. Of course, the old rules still apply: those who surrender will not be killed, and civilians will not be killed.

Where there are people, there is productivity. What Long Wudi wants is not an empty city.

There is a very important factor that can easily capture Nanjiang City, that is, there are no strong people above level 40 in the city.

"It seems that the emperor knows that I will attack Nanjiang City sooner or later, so he withdrew all the strong people in the city, so as not to give me experience in vain." Long Wudi stood on the city wall and smiled slightly.

This is also good, which can greatly reduce the casualties of the Dragon City Chosen.

As for the loss of experience...

Heh, Long Wudi only needs to breathe to upgrade now, and experience is no longer important.

"The upgrade speed of my breathing method is still too slow. When I have time, I will improve it again." Long Wudi murmured.

Three hours later, the chaotic Nanjiang City gradually calmed down.

The Chosen Ones of Longcheng have completely taken over the entire city and are now dealing with the bodies of the rebels in the city.

The residents of Nanjiang City seemed to have anticipated this day long ago, so they were very calm.

"It's boring, really boring." A man holding a golden long stick jumped onto the city wall and stood beside Long Wudi and sighed, "This huge Nanjiang City is actually just a group of small fry. Alas, I thought there would be a thrilling battle, and I, Old Huang, am really itching to fight!"

The person who came was none other than Huang Yuanming, who had just completed special training in Longcheng.

Because he performed well during the special training, and he was half a relative, Huang Yuanming became the captain of one of the special forces in Longcheng.

This special force was named [Flying General Special Forces] by Huang Yuanming.

Long Wudi turned his head slightly, looked at Huang Yuanming and smiled: "It seems that this battle did not satisfy Brother Huang."

"It is indeed not satisfying." Huang Yuanming played a set of stick flowers, then put the long stick on his shoulder, and put his hands on the long stick, with a bit of the style of a great sage, "I think I am so strong now that even if the emperor comes in person, I, Huang, can fight him."

Seeing Huang Yuanming so arrogant, Long Wudi couldn't help but said: "In fact, there is still a strong man hidden in this Nanjiang City who has not made a move. Why don't you go and fight him?"

Huang Yuanming's eyes lit up: "Where is it? Let me, Huang, meet him!"

"It's in that small courtyard." Long Wudi pointed to a farmyard in the southeast.

In the farmyard, an old man lying on a reclining chair felt Long Wudi's sharp gaze and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Alas, why do you have to go too far?"

The old man got up from the reclining chair, and his figure flashed, and he came to the air.

The terrifying aura emanated from his body, making the civilians in the city almost breathless.

"4...45 level?" Huang Yuanming's face changed drastically.

No, how come there is a 45-level strongman hidden in the city? I, Huang, can't even deal with this!

Fortunately, Long Wudi didn't really want Huang Yuanming to take action. He slowly flew into the air and chuckled: "A few months ago, you wanted to kill me with one sword. How can you say that I'm going too far?"

The old man's face sank slightly.

A few months ago, just outside Nanjiang City, he was actually just a little bit away from killing Long Wudi, Nanfeng, and Xiao Luo with one sword.

It's a pity that Tang Chengyun just came out of retreat, and chopped off his sword energy with one sword, and said a classic saying-there is still a gap at level 45.

This incident caused him to be ridiculed by other 45-level strongmen in the country several times.

Some time ago, the Emperor suddenly issued an order to evacuate all the strong men in Nanjiang City as soon as possible and not to confront the Chosen Ones head-on.

But the old man was unwilling to leave. He was born and raised in Nanjiang City, and he also wanted to spend his old age in Nanjiang City.

If those Chosen Ones were willing to coexist peacefully with him, he would be happy to be free. If they were not willing to coexist peacefully, he would not mind killing people and clearing obstacles for the Emperor.

"Lord of Dragon City, the strongest Chosen One in the world..." The old man's eyes were fixed on Long Wudi, and he said slowly, "You are the person that the Emperor fears the most, right? As long as you are killed, all this farce will end."

"Kill me? How can you kill me?" Long Wudi did not take the old man's cruel words to heart at all, "What is the saying? Oh, by the way, there is also a gap at level 45..."

"Looking for death!"

Hearing this sentence again, the old man could not hold it anymore and slashed at Long Wudi with a knife.

Shua shua shua! Clang clang clang!

This fierce battle made people in the city walk out of their houses and look up.

The outcome of this battle will determine the final ownership of Nanjiang City.

However, what Long Wudi said was right. There is also a gap at level 45.

As a chosen one, Long Wudi is naturally stronger than the natives of the same level, not to mention that he is the strongest among the chosen ones!

"How is it possible! How long have you only broken through level 45? How can you be so strong?"

In just a hundred rounds, the old man has fallen into a disadvantage and was beaten back by Long Wudi.

He was shocked in his heart. No wonder the emperor was so afraid of this group of chosen ones. It turned out that they were really strong, very strong!

"Hey, cut it in two!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, the old man decisively slashed with a knife, and then flew out of the city.

He did not slash at Long Wudi with this knife, but at Huang Yuanming who was watching the excitement on the city wall!

"No martial ethics."

Long Wudi snorted coldly, and his figure flashed in front of Huang Yuanming, breaking the sword energy with a punch.

In such a short time, the old man had already flown far to the north.

"What a despicable old man, Long Jun Shou, chase him and kill him!" Huang Yuanming shouted.

Long Wudi smiled and said, "I don't need to do anything."

The direction the old man flew was exactly the direction of Haishang City!

Before attacking Nanjiang City, Long Wudi had already communicated with everyone in Nancheng. If nothing unexpected happened, Xiao Luo should be there now, right?

"Focus on yourself."

The sword flashed, and the old man who was flying rapidly suddenly froze and stopped in mid-air.

Xiao Luo, dressed in black, appeared in front of him.

"You and Long Wudi were fighting well, why did you chop Huang Yuanming?"

"I don't know who Huang Yuanming is." The old man shook his body and got rid of the restraints, "Boy, if you know what's good for you, get out of here. I can't beat the Lord of Dragon City, can I beat you?"

"You really can't beat me."

Xiao Luo slowly drew his sword, his momentum rising wildly: "Because at level 45, there is still a gap."