Legend of the Great Sage

readx(); The drums of war are thundering, the gates of the city are closed in cold blood, and the army is out.

The cloud of war that was condensed in the sky and did not disperse, like a monster with claws and claws, rushed towards the black cloud city in the distance.

Because of the existence of such magical treasures as the Sumeru Ring, the army hardly needs logistical supplies, but it is strange that they carry tens of thousands of cages and are dragged by the beasts to the front line.

At the junction of the Demon Realm and the Human Way, the generals and soldiers dragged out prisoners one by one and buried them alive in the ground, leaving only one head outside.

The prisoners were men and women, old and young. Some cried bitterly, some cursed, and some remained silent. But no one begged for mercy, and there is no sympathy in Moyu.

Marching all the way, burying alive all the way, it is like planting a tree, leaving all the way of sorrow.

The Demon Territory broke through the junction area. If you looked down from the sky, it would be like a huge arrow, straight into the Black Cloud City.

These prisoners are the "sinners" of the Demon Realm, either framed by conspiracy, cowardly or incompetent, or simply victims of war, and they have one of the most common crimes - good people.

As the demon soil penetrates into the human realm, it is no longer enough to be buried alive.

The witches began to set up altars, escorted prisoners to the altars one by one, and executed them by torture in the presence of soldiers.

The screams came one after another, as if to tear the sky apart.

The shamans are extremely skilled. To make the prisoners feel the greatest pain without dying quickly, this torture often lasts for days and nights, and can only be completed with the assistance of several apprentices.

The most shrewd Wu Zhu can cooperate with different instruments and techniques to make the tortured make different screams and give the onlookers the ultimate spiritual experience.

This has also formed two major factions, "experience school" and "expressionism".

The experientialists believe that we should focus on the torture itself and give the "sinners" the most painful experience, rather than acting like a clown to please the stupid audience.

Expressionists believe that there is only one "sinner", but there are hundreds of audiences, whichever is more important. it goes without saying. The experientialists are just a bunch of sadists without a sense of responsibility and mission.

By the way, there are also "methods" who invent new types of torture and torture instruments. Because they are too rigid in form, they are not given much attention.

It's a maddening scene. The demons were all looking at it with great interest, their eyes fixed on it.

Some of them were full of intoxication and admiration.

"Oh, this cut is really wonderful!" "This guy's voice is good, and the screams are one after another, tactfully and high-pitched. Tsk tsk!"

Suddenly, a demon reported: "I tell Lord Wu Zhu, I saw that Zhou Chu couldn't bear to look directly at him. After all, he has an unblemished conscience!"

"Ah, Lord Wu Zhu, I have no conscience! I have no conscience! I'm starving."

Wu Zhu glanced at him coldly and dropped a charred hand from the altar.

Zhou Chu rushed up and devoured it: "Good people's meat is delicious!"

"How dare you say that the meat of good people is delicious, but is the meat of our wicked people unpalatable?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Small request Lord Wu Zhu, sacrifice this 'pseudo-villain' to Motian!"

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

The demons roared and approached. His face was half-smile, weirdly twisted.

"what!!!"

So another "good guy" hidden in the wicked team was discovered and eliminated, and the morale became more and more vigorous.

With 100,000 "good people" as sacrifices, the army quickly advanced towards Black Cloud City.

Although the territory opened up in this way is only temporary, as long as it is pushed under the Black Cloud City, the demons will fight on the mainland, gain huge geographical advantages, and avoid being attacked by the enemy during the march.

This tactic is no longer a secret. One of the consequences of years of war is that everything has become clear. All strategies and tactics have been used thousands of times. There is no need to even deduce the analysis on the map, all possibilities have already happened.

There are 100 ways in the human world to crack this tactic, and there are 101 ways in the Demon Realm to counter it, so this tactic can continue to be retained. and was used.

Because of the constraints of various practical conditions, the changes are often smaller than the chess game.

Once the war begins, there will be no room for any ingenuity, and no hero can easily turn the tide of the battle. There is only a bloody meat grinder left, and it only depends on which side can squeeze more flesh and blood.

Li Liehuo knew all this well. The defense system of Black Cloud City is built on the two major legions of "Black Cloud Thunder Roar", "Agni" and "Xuanwu".

The establishment of the legion is to better organize the flesh and blood and stuff it into this meat grinder.

Now that Chao Tianjiao is gone, the Xuanwu Army is almost abolished.

This is not only because of her strength, but more importantly, the Xuanwu Legion was established in her name, and it has established a huge prestige in countless battles.

With prestige, there is military will, and with military will, there is strength, and it is not something that can be replaced by a random disciple.

The current situation is that if you don't stuff the flesh and blood of mortals, you can only stuff the flesh and blood of practitioners.

Which practitioner would like to do this? Ordinary cultivators are unwilling, but the true disciples can still suppress it. If the true disciples are unwilling, who can force them to sacrifice, and even he, the "eldest brother", is unwilling.

He even missed Chao Tianjiao a little.

At this time, the Fire Hall has arrived.

The whispers in the Fire Hall gradually quieted down with the sound of his footsteps.

All the true disciples greeted the ceremony and said, "Senior brother!"

Li Liehuo saw them in groups of three or five, standing or sitting, some holding their swords against the wall, some simply sitting on the chairperson's table, and only Ge Xing sat upright. He couldn't help frowning and ordered, "Sit down!"

Everyone took their seats one after another, and even the few female monks who were going to question Li Liehuo were deterred by his prestige. The true disciples who have never been to Black Cloud City feel that the atmosphere here is completely different from that of the True Inheritance Hall.

"The demon army has probably already set off. This time, it is determined to pull out the Black Cloud City. The scale of the attack will exceed any history in history. If you want to defend the Black Cloud City, please prepare for half of the people to fall here."

"What?! Half of the people fell?" "Senior brother, are you kidding me!"

The expressions of the true disciples were different, some were shocked, some were in disbelief, and some frowned in thought. Never thought that Li Liehuo would be so pessimistic.

Lotte played a pair of dice with a playful look on his face. This was a good chance to gamble, betting on whether Heiyun City could hold on to it, but he didn't want to bear the anger of "Big Brother", so he just added a sentence for Li Liehuo in his heart:

"Half of the fallen may not be able to hold, but that is the greatest damage you can bear."

Pi Yangqiu seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "Hehe, Lotte, this 'elder brother' is still too young after all, this has already overestimated their determination. I think at most one-third of them die. It's over. These years have been too peaceful, and there are not many old guys left who have experienced the war."

"I'm afraid to scare them! Hey, do you really think the emperor will die?" (To be continued.)