Start: Confined By The System And Become Mentally Ill

Luo Ran is a very cunning person, otherwise he would not be in the position he is in today.

But one thing was very clear to him.

That is, this land has given him everything. If Tianyuan Continent is occupied by the Demon Realm, then he will lose everything he has.

Luo Ran arranged his carefully crafted armor and looked in the direction where the earthquake was coming from.

A black line slowly appeared in the field of vision.

A cavalry team riding the Black Nightmare appeared in sight, numbering about five hundred.

The black armor, black spear, and black mount seemed to blend into the night.

Only the sound of horses' hooves trampling the earth made everyone's hearts beat uneasily.

The cold and chilling air pressed over him like a great tide crashing against the shore.

The Demon Realm Cavalry sat down on Nightmare, and the blue flames rising under his feet were like the soul fire in the ghost realm.

The war horse felt the fear and neighed uneasily.

Luo Ran's vision gradually became clearer, which meant that the Demon Realm Cavalry was close enough.

"Prepare!"

Luo Ran raised the spear in his hand and blindfolded the war horse under his crotch.

He knew that this was a head-on collision, and all tactics and arrangements could not stop the cavalry from moving forward.

All they can do is kill them from the front.

If they fail, they will lose a rear camp, the front line will not be replenished, they will retreat inland, and the war will spread throughout Tianyuan Continent.

"kill!"

Luo Ran stirred up the real energy in his body and shouted out this word.

The three iron-blooded cavalry from White Wind City began to charge.

At the same time, the five hundred cavalrymen in the Demon Realm also began to accelerate.

The entire earth shook crazily under the shock of the iron cavalry.

The suffocating killing intent filled the air, and people seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood mixed with rust emanating from the weapons.

Three huge phantoms of beasts appeared above the three cavalry units during the charge.

This is the formation spirit. Only an army with extremely tacit cooperation and proficiency in battle formation charging can have a chance of summoning this battle formation spirit.

The appearance of the battle spirit greatly encouraged the monks at the rear.

The combat power of a war spirit is equivalent to that of a Nine Realm monk.

In the eyes of these ordinary monks, the Nine Realms are already the God in the Clouds.

"boom!"

Black flames burst out under the charge of the demon cavalry.

A behemoth a hundred meters high appeared above them.

It was a battlefield death god wearing armor and carrying a sword.

This demon cavalry also has its own battle formation spirit.

This means that this cavalry is not some small shrimp, but an important force in the Demon Realm.

"boom!"

The cavalry collided and started a brutal close-quarters fight.

The four battle formation spirits also entered the battle at the same time.

Blood began to soak the earth, and the tearing collision sounds and roars intertwined into a melody of the coming of death.

The armored humanoid war spirit faced the beast-shaped war spirits of the last three sects. One against three, it actually did not fall behind, and even tended to suppress them.

The battle between two races is the most cruel kind. There is only life and death, and there is no third option.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the humanoid war spirit smashed the head of the Xuantian Sect war spirit with a knife.

Xuantian Sect's charging cavalry instantly collapsed.

In an instant, they were overwhelmed by the black cavalry.

Then Yun Mengze's fighting spirit was decapitated with a single blow, and the cavalry that rushed into the formation ended up like the Xuantian Sect, being slaughtered instantly.

The combat power of humanoid war spirits is obviously a level higher than that of beast-shaped war spirits.

It was only a matter of time before the remaining Zhenyuan Sect was slaughtered.

Luo Ran was covered in blood and his hands were shaking.

He never expected this result. The iron cavalry he was so proud of would be so vulnerable to the charge from the opposite side.

As the leader, Luo Ran's determination wavered, which directly affected the survival of the fighting spirit.

The figure of this last war spirit began to blur, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

"Disciple of Mingyue Pavilion, rush with me."

Nangong Chuxue knew that she could not wait any longer. If they waited until the last war spirit was shattered, they would have no power to resist.

The entire White Wind City will fall.

A group of girls, facing such a bloody battlefield, aren't they afraid?

Of course they are afraid, but they understand that there is no way to survive, there is only life or death.

Nangong Chuxue led the way, followed by the few dozen Fifth Realm disciples from Mingyue Pavilion.

They are the backbone of Mingyue Pavilion. If they all die in battle, Mingyue Pavilion will never be able to turn around.

But Nangong Chuxue still had no hesitation.

Because this is their land, this land has given them everything. If they lose this land, they will lose everything.

Seeing the charge of a group of women, the monks behind were stunned for a moment.

"Come on, fuck it!"

Someone shouted, and tens of thousands of monks rushed toward the battlefield.

…

Lu Chuan's figure appeared in front of the empty city gate.

Looking at the charging monks with some envy.

They may not be on the same journey, but they have the same goal at this time, fighting for the land beneath their feet.

“Where is my hometown, the land on which I stand?”

Lu Chuan gently shook the empty wine jar and sighed deeply.

Ah Fu, who was following him, didn't say anything. He knew he was homesick again.

…

Courage is a valuable quality, but it usually doesn't determine anything.

The outcome of the matter must be determined by strength.

Tens of thousands of monks faced a cavalry of about five hundred.

There was no violent collision as imagined, only one-sided massacre.

The cooperation of the battle formation makes the Demon Realm cavalry like an iron bucket that cannot be poured into when water is poured into it.

Every charge of the battle formation will take away hundreds of lives.

Passion sometimes cannot fill the gap in strength.

"It's such a shameless thing, how could it be like this!"

Lu Chuan looked at it and shook his head.

"boom!"

Lu Chuan threw away the wine jar in his hand and stepped out.

The dust on the ground rippled away, and a violent aura that killed all living beings swept across the entire battlefield in an instant like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

The monks who were fighting desperately stopped, and the demon cavalry also stopped. The world was terrifyingly quiet at this moment.

"withdraw!"

Seeing Lu Chuan, Luo Ran, who was still alive, reacted and gave the order to retreat.

The monks who were still alive rushed towards the city gate with the few dozen remaining cavalry from the Zhenyuan Sect.

Facing the retreat of everyone, the Demon Realm Cavalry did not pursue them, but organized their troops and re-arranged themselves.

The large retreating team naturally made way for Lu Chuan.

They looked at the somewhat lazy noble man and didn't know how to express their gratitude.

There was a melodious sound of horse hooves, and the demon cavalry in formation also made way for a passage.

A brave-looking woman with a sword on her waist and her hair tied high slowly walked toward Lu Chuan.

The night cast a veil over her, making her appearance unclear.

But she thought it wouldn't be too ugly, because the close-fitting black armor couldn't hide her devilish figure.

"First level monk?"

The woman's clear voice sounded, full of disappointment.