Chapter 581: Back City Interception

After more than 40 years of construction, Stone City has become a city with a diameter of more than five kilometers. The city is surrounded by solid walls, forming a huge irregular circle, surrounding the entire Stone City.

A temple built of pure black marble stands in the center of Stone City. This temple belongs to the headquarters of the Dark God Cult in Stone City.

The black palace is magnificent and magnificent. The hall is empty and silent, with a solemn and solemn atmosphere. On the right side of the huge statue of the God of Darkness, sits a beautiful woman in a black robe, like a lifeless sculpture. She is Xiaoqian, the high priest of the Dark God Sect.

Of course, no one dared to call out the real name of this ever-beautiful priestess, and everyone called her Priestess.

In the empty hall of the temple, half-kneeling was an old man in armor. He was the highest general of the alliance army, Jiudian.

"Master Sacrifice, Stone City has run out of ammunition and food..."

"The God of Darkness said that the Cult of the Dark Gods cannot interfere in politics, General Ninth, please go back." The white-haired girl who was sitting upright finally spoke.

"Master Sacrifice..."

Jiudian's wrinkled face showed a hint of disappointment. With his noble status, he half-kneeled for three hours, but he still couldn't convince the priest to take action.

The situation in Stone City, which has been holding on for four months, is getting worse and worse. Now it is almost time to run out of ammunition and food, but the reinforcements that we are looking forward to ♀, ww≈w. Come.

There is no worst, only worse, even the Eighth General, who is the most important arm of the Nine Palaces, has disappeared, and a reinforcement of 4,000 people and a huge amount of supplies have disappeared without a trace.

Now, Jiudian pinned all his hopes on the high priest. In the different space, everyone knows that the high priest has great powers and is omnipotent.

For four consecutive months, the high-ranking generals in Stone City were either seriously injured or died in battle. The casualties of the spiritual masters were unbearable. less and less.

The Nine Temples needed the support of the Temple of God. However, from the first day of the war, the twelve high priests of the Dark God Religion stayed in the Dark Temple. Forces help the Confederates.

Of course, no one held grudges because the Dark Temple did not help. On the contrary, almost every resident of Stone City was full of gratitude to the Dark Temple, because the diameter of Stone City was five kilometers.

The Dark Temple is in the middle, and the crusaders' spaceships dare not break into the city, which is equivalent to providing a protective umbrella for the entire Stone City.

People are well aware that without the umbrella of the Dark Temple, Stone City would have been razed to the ground by the crusaders' spacecraft...

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"Master Sacrifice, one of our most dependent support soldiers has been intercepted by the crusader's spaceship, and the Eighth General has disappeared. If Lord Sacrifice does not act again, Stone City is in danger..." Jiudian stood up, and slowly exited the temple while doing Last effort.

"Nine Generals." The white-haired girl suddenly said, her voice lost its coldness and solemnity, and there was a touch of humanity in it.

"Yes, sir." Jiudian was overjoyed and bowed quickly to salute.

"Ninth General, it's not that Xiaoqian is unwilling to help, nor is it that the God of Darkness forbids meddling in politics, but that Xiaoqian can't do anything." Xiaoqian said quietly.

"Why?" Jiudian was taken aback, he always thought that the reason for the priestess' refusal to act was because of the dogma set by the God of Darkness back then.

"If we leave this temple, the spaceship of the Crusaders will destroy the temple. Once the temple is destroyed, the belief of the barbarians and werewolves will be shattered in an instant. They will think that the God of Darkness has abandoned them. Understand?"

"what……"

Jiudian was stunned for a moment, then his body shook, and suddenly he understood.

If the temple is destroyed, the barbarians and werewolves will soon lose their cohesion, and the stone city can still persist for four months under such a difficult situation, the main reason is because the dark temple is standing, everyone believes , The Dark Temple will one day save Stone City.

"Understood?" the white-haired female demon asked again.

"Understood." Jiudian smiled wryly, "Why did Lord Sacrifice tell Jiudian?"

"Because I feel the breath of the God of Darkness."

"what!"

Jiudian couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, with an incredulous expression on his face.

For more than 30 years, Jiudian has been looking forward to seeing Wang Zhu again every day, but year after year, nearly forty springs and autumns have passed in a flash. Now, Jiudian no longer expects to see Wang Zhu again in his lifetime. to the God of Darkness.

"Woooo..."

Jiudian plopped and knelt on the ground, tears were already running down his wrinkled face.

"Ninth General, the God of Darkness will not abandon you." Seeing the powerful Nine Temple kneeling on the ground, the white-haired girl was moved.

"I knew it, I knew that the God of Darkness would not abandon us...the God of Darkness is immortal; the God of Darkness will last forever..."

"Ninth General, if it's not a time of life and death, don't leak any news about the God of Darkness. Your responsibility is to stick to Stone City and don't give up. Victory will eventually belong to us!"

"Yes, Lord Sacrifice!"

"Go, you've been here for a long time."

Jiudian wiped away tears, and slowly withdrew from the Dark Temple with a respectful face.

"Wang stupid, it's been almost forty years, why don't you come here?" Looking at the face full of hope in Jiudian, the white-haired girl sighed secretly, and there was a trace of difficulty on that flawless face. Words of sadness.

The white-haired female demon didn't know about Wang Zhu's news. Her supernatural powers were not strong enough to sense Wang Zhu's existence. She said that she had sensed the existence of the God of Darkness, and she just wanted to give Jiudian a glimmer of hope...

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Just when Jiudian left the Dark Temple full of hope, a few kilometers away, a war that reversed the entire situation of the battle was in full swing.

The 1,700 Alliance White Turbans were divided into three groups, one of which was composed of all werewolves. There were 300 of them. With their astonishing jumping ability and explosive power, they flew over the walls of the city. Wherever they passed, blood It flows into a river, and the corpses pile up like a mountain.

The werewolves were awakened by Wang Zhu to their inner wildness, and they murdered and set fire in the city of God like devils released from a cage.

The speed and strength of the werewolves are several times that of the barbarians, and the physical fitness of the barbarians is stronger than that of the whites. The reason why the whites can defeat the werewolves and the barbarians is not their strength, but advanced weapons and strategies and tactics.

Now, the white advantage is gone.

The three hundred werewolves, like tigers in a herd of sheep, are invincible all the way, like thousands of troops in the city of God.

What these three hundred werewolves were after was speed, confusing the defenders of God City, making them unable to find their target and the exact number of enemies.

The other group consisted of seven hundred barbarians and dozens of werewolves. Dozens of werewolves were the vanguard. They opened the way in front, and seven hundred barbarians followed behind them, intercepting and killing the white soldiers running around.

The last group is the strongest, because the coach Ba Jinban and Wang Zhu are both in it.

This group is composed entirely of barbarians, most of whom are archers, because they have a very important task to destroy the white spaceship base.

The Eighth General took the lead and ran at the front. His weapon was a large hammer weighing 80 catties found in the warehouse. This was the only heavy weapon in the warehouse.

Unlike the previous two groups, this group was much more low-key, fighting all the way to the back city of the city of God, with almost no loud roars or shouts of killing.

Of course, the absence of shouts of killing does not mean peace. Compared with the previous two groups, the group of Eight Generals and Wang Zhu faced much greater resistance, because they were facing a heavily armed army.

The back city is a military restricted area, and the security is extremely strict. As soon as the group arrived at the back city, the soldiers at the top of the city reacted and went into battle.

Perhaps it was because the gate of Houcheng was inside the main city of God City, which caused the crusaders to be paralyzed, or maybe some official lord was too lazy to close the gate after going out at night. In short, the gate of Houcheng was not closed, and that city The gate was extremely thick, and although the soldiers on the city wall responded in a timely manner, it was too late to close the gate by the time they rushed down.

"kill!"

Seeing the city gate wide open, the Eighth General was overjoyed and let out an earth-shattering roar. He rushed to the city gate first, like a hurricane, making a whistling sound, and several soldiers who tried to close the city gate were caught by the big The hammer smashed his brains, and he died unexpectedly.

"Whizzing……"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

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The Crusaders on the top of the city bowed their bows and set up arrows. The sharp arrows blocked the White Turban Army behind them like locusts. Immediately, more than a dozen White Turban Army soldiers fell in a pool of blood. At this time, the crusaders on the top of the city rushed over from both sides, more and more, and there was a large black area on the city wall.

This group of white turban soldiers were all archers, and they immediately counterattacked. Unfortunately, the whites had the ground advantage, and the barbarian archers didn't get any advantage. Instead, barbarians kept falling in a pool of blood.

"Eight generals, hurry up to the city wall!" Wang Zhu shouted at the eighth generals under the city gate.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

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There was no sound of the eight generals under the city gate, but instead there was a loud sound like landslides and ground cracks, and the ground shook for a while.

The Eighth General heard Wang Zhu's voice, but he couldn't answer because, in front of him, stood a powerful enemy paladin.

The sound just now was the spears thrown by the Eighth General, but those spears with terrifying power did not kill the paladin, and he still stood like a mountain under the city gate.

The paladin was wearing a snow-white silver armor, holding a silver shield in his left hand. On the shield was a huge cross with exquisite patterns carved around it. He held a long sword in his right hand. The long sword was also silvery and white. Under the dark city gate, it still reflected a palpitating cold light...

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