I Have a City in a Different World

One of the five major camps of the Monk Alliance, located in the Qiangu Valley of Xihong Prefecture, is now heavily defended and has established a hexagonal defense line.

It is no exaggeration to say that even a flying bird will be killed in an instant.

In order to defend the line of defense, the practitioners used all their cards, and there were dangers everywhere within the defense range.

There are traps everywhere, and there may be sinister runic circles hidden among the inconspicuous vegetation.

There are also machine puppets and war machines that are always on standby.

If an abnormality occurs, it will be activated immediately and launch a crazy attack on the enemy.

There are also countless monks, wearing all kinds of armor and holding magic weapons and spiritual weapons, ready to fight.

This place where monks gather is divided into five levels inside and outside, with defense lines one after another.

It can be said that it is extremely difficult for a monster to break through.

In the outermost area of ​​the defense line, there are alloy formation flags, which are covered with dense red gold runes.

Red gold represents defense, attack and killing, meaning indestructible.

The red gold array flags stretch endlessly, forming a giant runic array, which not only has the effect of defense and blocking, but also has the effect of confinement.

There were a large number of monks in the rune circle, but all of them had gloomy and angry expressions.

For various reasons, they were forcibly placed on the most dangerous front lines, and death restraints were implanted in their bodies.

Once they leave the defense line, they will be killed instantly.

Such despicable behavior clearly treats the monks as cannon fodder and forces them to defend this line of defense.

The monks were extremely angry, but they had no ability to resist.

No one, whether it was the True Spirit Clan monks or the senior members of the sect they originally belonged to, spoke for them and interceded for them.

Just one sentence of violating the alliance rules, regardless of whether it is true or not, will be forcibly suppressed and banned.

At the beginning, the monks complained that they were wronged and applied for review to clear their names.

But it didn't take long for them to suddenly realize that this was a despicable method deliberately used by the alliance.

By framing him, he would be charged with an unfounded crime, and then the monks would be forced to defend their line of defense.

Nowadays, the top leaders of the alliance still need a little face to make such an operation.

As a group of sinners, it is reasonable to guard the line of defense in order to atone for their sins.

Even if he died in battle, he could only blame bad luck.

Although they knew this, the monks were unable to resist, and now they could only wait for death silently.

But I felt extremely regretful in my heart. If I had known about this, I would never have joined the alliance in the first place.

He originally wanted to save his life, but in the end he came to die on his own initiative.

The key is that the cannon fodder on the front line has obviously been carefully selected, and they are all ordinary monks with no background.

If you don't believe me, if you ask around, you won't be able to find any monks with backgrounds or relatives of disciples and relatives of high-level disciples of the sect.

The practitioners on the first line of defense can already see the legions of monsters, and they are increasing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The vast land in the distance is filled with monsters of all sizes, many of which are evolutionary mutants.

These monsters are huge in size, extremely ferocious in appearance, and exude a strong fishy smell.

A large number of monsters followed around, and they howled in waves, as if they were pretending to be powerful.

There are also many monsters clinging to the huge monsters, like dense parasites.

Although the monsters arrived, they did not launch an attack. They were obviously restrained by orders.

We are gathering strength and preparing to launch a general attack.

The monster clan knows very well that small-scale battles are meaningless and are just a waste of time.

The first battle between the two sides was the decisive battle.

This tense scene made the monks on the first line of defense panic and despair, feeling like a grain of rice about to fall into a huge grinding plate.

Once the grinding disk composed of monsters and alliances starts to work ruthlessly, it will directly grind them into powder.

From this moment on, the countdown to death has begun.

It was late at night and there was thick fog.

Such a harsh environment is very suitable for sneak attacks by monsters, so the supervising team keeps issuing orders.

All monks are required to be extremely vigilant and never allow any negligence.

Once a monk is perfunctory and dares to neglect his duties, he will be killed on the spot as punishment.

As the war approaches, the supervising team no longer hides, and one after another reveals their ferocious true appearance.

Anyone who disobeys orders will be severely punished or even killed on the spot to deter other practitioners.

The war is coming, and it is necessary to maintain the best condition in order to cause greater casualties to the monsters.

In response to the warning from the supervising team, the cultivators remained silent, but in their hearts they were filled with resentment and contempt.

These damn bastards forced them to die, but they stood back and watched.

As the lackeys of the alliance's top leaders, the monks who supervise the battle team are cruel and cold-blooded, with no humane feelings at all.

Once the defense line is breached, these guys from the Supervisory Team will definitely evacuate immediately.

If possible, the monks would like to attack violently and cut these members of the supervising team into pieces.

However, the death restriction in the body and the strength of the supervising team members made it difficult for the practitioners to achieve their wishes.

The only thing that can be done now is to pray secretly, hoping to save his life in the war.

In a dilapidated house on the front line, a dozen monks gathered together and looked silently at the wasteland ahead.

Although there was darkness blocking them, they could still smell the unique fishy smell of the monsters.

As a few days passed, the smell became stronger and stronger, proving that the monster was getting closer.

Maybe after tonight, the monster will rush in front of him and tear his body into pieces.

The monks shuddered at the thought of that kind of death scene, and expressions of indignation appeared on their faces.

"These damn bastards, if I had the ability, I would definitely make their lives worse than death!"

Next to the burning bonfire, a monk roared angrily, with a ferocious expression on his face.

It was obvious that he was filled with rage and could explode at any time.

However, in such an environment, he was destined to choose to endure it, and the result of the outbreak was death.

In the past, no one would have dared to say such remarks, otherwise if the supervising team knew about it, they would definitely not be able to escape the punishment of death.

But now that the war is about to begin, the monks no longer have any scruples, and they will die early or late in a day or two.

"It's not just you who thinks so, every one of these brothers here is filled with a sigh of relief.

It’s a pity that we don’t have enough strength. If we take action, we are seeking death. Now we can only survive, just to save our lives in the war..."

Another monk spoke, his tone full of helplessness.

Most of the practitioners on the defensive line had this idea. Unable to resist, they could only hope that they would become the lucky ones on the battlefield.

But they also knew that the possibility of surviving the war was slim.

Perhaps the final result is to become food for monsters and leave a pile of dung in this world.

"well……"

The group of cultivators all sighed, no longer showing such lofty and arrogant posture.

In the dark corner, insects burrowed through the soil and crawled onto a monk's body.

The same goes for other practitioners, who have insects crawling on their bodies but don't notice it.

Suddenly, a small voice suddenly came to mind in the minds of the monks, and the tone was very strange.

"who?"

The monks suddenly trembled, their faces turned pale, and they had a bad premonition in their hearts.

"I can help you to resolve the death restrictions on your body, and also allow you to save your lives in the war and gain greater strength.

What you have to do is to believe in the great demon god and become his most loyal servant! "