The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

Under the eyes of Dao Dao full of expectation, Xi Qingyin looked very calm on the surface, but in fact, a little sweat broke out on his forehead.

No, still no.

He had already taken out all the sketches from the storage utensils, but with so many paintings piled up in one place, the repair speed of the protective light screen still could not be greatly improved.

In other words, the number and intensity of these sketches are limited after all, and it will take more time to repair the huge light curtain.

And now, the most missing thing is time.

The soldiers of the Bathed in Fire Legion were not fools, gradually, they also noticed something was wrong.

"Keep attacking!"

The commander anxiously issued orders.

The protective light curtain is crumbling under the raindrop attack.

Lei Dong approached and said, "Captain, we can't hold on any longer! Maybe we have to break out and kill a few people from the other side first."

Xi Qingyin nodded and consciously stood at the back.

Once the light curtain is broken, the channel will be directly occupied by the Burning Legion, and the situation on the entire battlefield will be very critical.In any case, this is a scene that Xi Qingyin does not want to see.

He pursed his lips, and finally gave up painting with ordinary paintbrushes, but took out the Maomao paintbrush that had been stored on him.

The battlefield was chaotic, and no one noticed his little move.

The most important thing now is to draw a high-level sketch, which is higher than before, so that the light curtain can be repaired as quickly as possible.

The hard-tip pen first outlines the battlefield situation, a huge halo surrounds the people on one's own side, and the enemy fighters are on the opposite side.After sketching the prototype of the sketch painting, the next step is to pay attention to the transition of light and shade and the three-dimensional effect of each character.

"Painter Xi, come here!"

"Danger!"

Several times, Xi Qingyin put down her paintbrush and moved her position with the protection of several little soldiers to avoid danger.

Seeing his calm and relaxed appearance, many fighters felt that it was the first time that they truly realized the power of an S-level imperial painter.

Putting it on others, the drawing ideas have been interrupted so many times, it may have been impossible to draw.But Xi Qingyin is different. He can even draw while walking, just like the legs and hands are not the same person, and he can achieve perfection even when he is distracted.

Looking at it, even the opposing camp admires it.

"Why is the Royal Painter on the opposite side so good? Why haven't I seen it on the battlefield before... It shouldn't be. With such a powerful Royal Painter, the empire should have already publicized it."

"Who else could it be? It must be Xi Qingyin!"

As soon as Xi Qingyin said it, the people around him immediately understood.

What followed was a sudden panic. Although they didn't say a word of worry, everyone seemed to reach a consensus that the firepower was concentrated on Xi Qingyin.

At this time, the soldiers in the rear, who had been thinking of a heroic sacrifice, finally regained their strength and joined the war in a swarm.

I vow to protect Xi Qingyin to the death!

There was an attack rushing in this direction, and before Xi Qingyin had time to move, some soldiers desperately rushed up to block the attack, cursing while blocking.

"Fuck! You actually beat the only imperial painter on our side, so much that you don't even lose your face!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and forced a smile: "Master, you continue!"

Xi Qingyin was speechless for a few seconds, and continued to paint.

After half an hour.

Xi Qingyin's writing speed became faster and faster, and her cold eyebrows and eyes were unknowingly stained with a trace of smoke and fire.

That's too late!

He is a man, not a god.

It is really difficult to draw a complete high-level painting in half an hour.

At present, 80.00% of this sketch painting has been completed. Given enough time, Xi Qingyin believes that the final score of this painting will definitely exceed 80.

However... not enough time!

With a soft bang of 'dong', the protective light curtain turned into wisps of fluttering fluorescent lights, shining brightly in the air.

This is a pleasing spectacle, but with the blood dripping on the ground, this spectacle will have a frightening meaning.

**

Retreat to the edge of the channel, and there is no way for one's own side to retreat.

Behind the passage is a broken cliff like a sky mirror, just looking at it makes people shudder.

There were soldiers escorting Xi Qingyin to the edge of the cliff, guarding him loyally.

Lei Dong said: "Captain, I will cover you into the tunnel!"

Xi Qingyin kept drawing: "A deserter?"

Lei Dong's face was blue and white, and there was a flash of embarrassment in his eyes.

Now the back road has also been occupied by the enemy. If you go back with a fighter jet, you will be a deserter.

Most importantly, it may not be safe to go back.

Numerous soldiers were killed or injured nearby, and they just gritted their teeth and looked at the sketches and oil paintings floating in the sky.Their spirits were already exhausted, and they were almost hanging on their last breath.

"Damn, am I afraid of you?!"

Some people are tired of the suffocating situation of defense, and want to step forward to fight the enemy regardless.

The people beside him hurriedly stopped him: "You rushed up in this state to give away your head, have you forgotten, we still have a master painter here!"

"The light curtain has been shattered, don't wait for his painting, is it possible that we can turn defeat into victory with a sketch?!"

Everyone averts their eyes.

Someone sighed.

"Do you think we naively thought that that unfinished sketch can help people turn defeat into victory? Isn't there no hope, so we can only grasp the last straw."

After a short exchange, the fighters were forced to separate under the bombardment.

Some are life and some are death.

Perhaps it was motivated by the conversation, many people are now struggling to hold on, and their eyes are constantly looking in the direction of Xi Qingyin.

That direction has been tightly protected, without any gaps, and nothing can be seen at all.

But they are still watching.

The drowning person struggled hard, but he couldn't bear the huge burden weighing a thousand catties under his feet.They frantically and desperately moved their arms, grasping at the last straw.

Xi Qingyin slowly put down her pen as the army came under pressure.

At this moment, it was as if the world fell silent.

The artillery fire is still going on, and the fights that should be there are still going on. Deaths are happening everywhere, and despair spreads in everyone's heart.

But now, things are different.

The paintings are sent to the sky by the push device, and the sketches are constantly exuding spiritual power, which are continuously gathering into streams of light beams one after another, only caressing those who want to be caressed.

There are not a few fighters on their side who are still alive, they are refreshed, and they have countless strength in their steps.The people who fell on the ground stood up again, and the movements of raising their weapons were smooth and smooth.

In an instant, the eggplants beaten by Shuang regained their spirits, and all of them stared at the enemy fiercely.

The members of the Burning Legion stopped in place hesitantly.

"Fuck!" Someone couldn't help but cursed out loud.

The current situation is very unfriendly to them. If there is a war of attrition, there are only a few scattered B-level imperial painters on their side, which happens to be the standard equipment for small-scale operations.

A few hours ago, such a configuration was more than adequate.

Who knew that an S-ranked one would suddenly appear on the opposite side!

It has always been a legend that the Royal Painter can turn the tide of the battle by himself, but he didn't expect to be directly confronted by them now.This is simply the biggest joke that fate has played on them, a joke that is not funny at all.

Soon, however, the situation changed again.

During the stalemate, the passageway rumbled.

Everyone turned their heads in unison and looked there.

The Legion of the Bathed in Fire originally meant to retreat a little bit, but when they heard this voice, they felt as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Our reinforcements are here!"

The imperial army was silent.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of ashes.

Damn it, how could it be at this time... How could it be possible to come at this time, it was obviously about to turn around!

No matter how much we expected the tunnel to collapse suddenly, the rumbling sound still didn't stop for a long time.

Like the sound of thunder, they beat the spirits of everyone who had reached a desperate situation.

Under the completely different sights of the people on both sides, the tip of an aircraft finally emerged from the entrance of the passage.

Under the red light from the sky, the aircraft was dyed red, and it seemed to be bathed in blood as far as the sight could see.

All the fighters present knew the guy who was eating, and when they saw the tip, they immediately recognized the model of the fighter.

This is the latest fighter jet developed by the Imperial Research Institute. Not long ago, the military parade only showed the tip of the iceberg, which is especially memorable.This is the highest honor, and it is also the most lethal and protective fighter currently in existence.

"Eh? Didn't you say that this fighter is still being tested?"

"Where did the Burning Legion get the money to get this fighter... No, the Empire doesn't seem to have one..."

On the chaotic and noisy battlefield, a steady stream of discussion voices poured into Xi Qingyin's ears.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

As an imperial painter, he certainly couldn't tell the difference between the new fighter jets, nor the difference between weapons.But it just so happened that this fighter was seen not long ago, and it was hard to forget.

When Rong Yunjing secretly went out to the army, it was this fighter jet that he took.

Opening his eyes, the figure that appeared in his mind became a reality. The Empire Moonlight that countless people have dreamed of day and night, is now wearing a battle armor and walking slowly towards him step by step.

Everyone seemed to have been pressed the pause button all of a sudden, completely speechless in shock.He could only turn his neck mechanically, his gaze following Rong Yunjing.

...What does His Highness the Crown Prince want to do?

Many people have this idea in their minds.

After standing still, Rong Yunjing focused on looking at Xi Qingyin.

The latter glanced down and saw the slightly trembling fingertips of the other party, showing how turbulent emotions were hidden under the calm appearance.

Rong Yunjing lowered his eyes: "I'm late."

Xi Qingyin paused, and lowered the corners of her eyes.

"It's not too late, it's time."

Until this time, people seem to find their own thoughts.

"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Ah, ah, we are finally saved!"

"The channel is saved! I am not ashamed of the empire!"

It was obviously something that hadn't happened yet, but everyone seemed to hold a special belief in Rong Yunjing.

As long as Rong Yunjing is present, there is no battle that cannot be won!

The Burning Legion also quickly realized that something was wrong.

Originally, when it comes to soldiers and royal painters, they are the strongest.First, Xi Qingyin fell from the sky, making them stronger only as fighters.

Originally thought that this was the end, only relying on the fighters could barely draw with the opponent, but who knew... another Rong Yunjing was killed halfway!

Both the warrior and the imperial painter are no match for each other, what a fart!