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Talisman Liu Zhuoyi took off his robe, took off his three-level crown, put on a yellow talisman army armor, and stood with ordinary soldiers, but he was not holding a sword or gun in his hand, but a copper talisman in his left hand and a stack of paper talismans in his right hand.

Only older and stronger talisman masters are qualified to engage in long-range battles with magicians. More than 30,000 low-level talisman masters have been organized into various teams. Their duty is to provide the last magical protection for ordinary soldiers. This is an unconventional tactic. The talisman master has poor self-protection ability in melee combat. After sacrifice of talismans, he is almost a lamb to be slaughtered.

But they still obeyed the orders and put on unfamiliar armor. All the young and middle-aged men in the floating sea city picked up weapons. Some of them were even refugees who arrived last night. Before they could eat a bite of hot meal and have a good sleep, they had to say goodbye to their relatives. The talisman masters could not find a reason to hide in the city and wait for the outcome of the war.

Liu Zhuoyi volunteered to join the war, and did not feel any injustice at all. He was a little nervous because he first came into contact with the precious copper talisman and could feel something jumping inside, just like a person who was used to riding a bad horse suddenly sat on the back of a Qianli Horse, his arms were stiff, and he was afraid that with a little force, the horse would rush out.

Shi Chang Shen Xiuming noticed the emotions of the talisman master, nodded at him, and his heavy helmet covered his face. The two could only communicate with each other with their eyes. They were about to fight side by side, but neither asked each other's name, because after the war, this might have no meaning.

Liu Zuoyi also nodded. He wanted to protect the ten soldiers around him and hand over his lives to them. This is a wonderful relationship between comrades-in-arms. It is completely different from the relationship between normal friendship and friendship. Calmness and panic, courage and cowardice are fighting against everyone. His best friend may not be the most dependent comrades on the battlefield. A look from a stranger and an inadvertent act can make the veterans entrust their lives.

Shi Chang and the Talisman Master reached a "contract" on the battlefield.

When the bust of the King Sacrifice appeared in the distance, panic and cowardice prevailed, and the light emitted by the statue on his chest defeated them. Calmness and courage were back.

The first group of 50,000 infantrymen stepped into the battlefield and faced the enemy opposite, with Shen Xiuming and Liu Zhuoyi both among them.

Because there are a large number of new recruits, in order to prevent the formation from being dispersed prematurely, these 50,000 people only advanced at normal walking speed, did not run, or even raised the weapons in their hands. The enemy on the opposite side looked very far away, and it seemed that they would not meet them for a day, but the soldiers had been notified in advance. At a certain moment, at a certain location, they would be suddenly teleported to the enemy and directly fought with death.

The spells above the head flew faster, and one round after another. If they were not facing a life-and-death crisis, such scenes would be very attractive. Light, smoke, fog, air, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth were mixed together, but they were orderly. Many spells were as gorgeous as fireworks, and even made people wonder whether they had lethality.

When the talisman and spells meet a large number of magic tricks more than ten miles away, no one will doubt it anymore.

The soldiers tried not to look up, but the scenes in the distance naturally came into view, explosions, Mars, vibrations, sky collapses, earth cracks... All kinds of destructive scenes rushed in. The talisman masters of the followers began to sacrifice talismans from this time to protect the soldiers' eyes and ears.

As for the soldiers' hearts, they were given to the statues. Their light was gradually weakening, but everyone was not particularly concerned. They strictly abide by the reminders they received before the war, and their eyes were only staring ahead. They did not look up or looked around.

The smoke formed by the battle between spells and magic covered the middle of the battlefield and blocked the demon soldiers rushing towards the opposite side. The human soldiers walking forward had an illusion that they were not walking towards the living demon clan. Instead, they were entering a river purely formed by light, shadow and sound. What flowed in the river was not water, but death itself.

The earth was shaking, and it was the monks and magicians fighting underground. Sliced ​​sharp stalagmites suddenly appeared dozens of steps ahead, followed by a hot wind that seemed to be carrying fire... The soldiers took every step of the battle extremely difficult. They knew they had to move forward, but they watched as there was no way ahead, and it was really difficult to maintain their strong fighting spirit.

The eagle-eyed flying talisman in the air was sent to float around like snowflakes. Hundreds of military talisman masters, including Liu Zhuoyi, received the order to sacrifice copper talismans.

The copper talisman turned into a tiger shape and jumped out of his hand. Liu Zhuoyi was subjected to the force of recoil. He leaned back and almost fell down. He was pushed back by the soldiers in the back row. He blushed a little and took a larger step in the next few steps.

Dozens of tigers landed on the ground and turned into a strong wind blowing across the battlefield, blowing out the fire winds, destroying stalagmites, and opening a way for the soldiers to continue their journey.

Liu Zhuoyi breathed a little relieved. His biggest fear was that he died as soon as he entered the battlefield, and he didn't even have the chance to sacrifice copper talismans. It was a talisman that many talisman masters might never touch in their lifetime. He took out seven paper talismans with his free left hand and squeezed them between his fingers. This required some skill. He had practiced for a long time.

Shen Xiuming's steps were getting heavier and he knew very well that this was just the beginning of the battle. The most important responsibility of the first 50,000 soldiers was to test, and it was probably to have a test without returning.

"Let me see the demon soldiers..." Shen Xiuming murmured to himself, glanced at both sides with his light and tried to keep it neatly with everyone. He could feel that the unfast movement speed was slowing down. It was not someone's idea or someone's fault, but a choice that was the same, as if this would lead to death a little later.

The battle in the middle of the battlefield continued, becoming more and more intense, and the dust caused by the explosion reached hundreds of feet, but not many people paid attention to this scene. Hundreds of hill-like rocks were being crushed towards the soldiers. The monks in the bunker behind tried their best to resolve the attack, so a flame or a column of water would suddenly spew out from the underground, smashing the rocks to pieces.

There were fewer and fewer round stones, but they were not completely destroyed, and more than a dozen pieces rolled in front of the army.

The talisman masters of the followers do not have to wait for the rear to issue orders, especially those talisman masters who are the first to be hit, swing their hands and keep sacrificing talismans.

The last dozen round stones were also destroyed, which reflected the value of experience and carefulness. The cautious talisman masters did not stop sacrificing talismans and continued to cast spells to protect themselves. The soldiers also raised their shields. The careless thought the danger had passed and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they were hit by the splashed stones.

The stones are burnt red charcoal in an instant, and the people inside are wailing and screaming, which is useless.

Strangely, when death really came, the speed of the entire team's advancement could not help but accelerate. Everyone couldn't wait to escape from this area dominated by magic and longed to fight against the real flesh and blood body.

The air is temporarily safe, spells and magic are stalemate in the middle of the battlefield, and no one can cross the line. The threat underground is getting bigger and bigger, with flames constantly spewing out, stones crushing, and strong winds sweeping... The bunker monks and the talisman masters of the army stopped most of the attacks, but some magic tricks that escaped the net fell on the soldiers, killing more than a hundred people each time.

Liu Zhuoyi felt his legs heavy and his hands were shaking. He used up all his talismans. He carried more than a hundred talismans with him, and before he could see the demon soldiers, he had already sacrificed them all, and there was no one left. This feeling was like his hands were tied up and then walked into the tiger's den.

"Draw your sword!" Chen Xiuming shouted loudly, "Draw your sword!"

Liu Zhuoyi hurriedly drew out the long sword, felt a little relieved, and nodded gratefully to Shi Chang.

Some people could not bear it anymore and collapsed on the battlefield. The last row of veterans kicked and kicked, forcing some people to return to the team. Some people refused to move and were left in place. Not long after, magic came out of the ground and no one stopped them anymore.

This journey is so long that Chen Xiuming began to suspect that he would never be able to get to the end. The entire team would be swallowed by magic in one bite, and in the end nothing was left.

In the battlefield controlled by spells and witchcraft, what is the meaning of a tiny ordinary human being?

This thought flashed by, and Chen Xiuming quickly felt relieved. He still remembered that when he was Duanliu City, the spell protection of the human side was much weaker than now. Many soldiers died inexplicably by magic, but the living people still had to continue to move forward because magic and magic can only kill but cannot occupy it. If you want to win a war, you must occupy the other party's position.

"Stop!" The paper talisman flying in the air shouted out the voice of humans.

The soldiers understood what this meant, stopped immediately, raised the sword in their hands, and made an attacking posture. At this time, there were no other enemies in front of them except for the endless magic.

In the air, three thousand paper talismans burned at the same time, and tens of thousands of soldiers disappeared on the ground.

This is an overall teleportation, allowing the soldiers to cross the most dangerous areas, not only does it consume a large amount of talismans, but also has many valuable magic weapons buried underground in advance.

Chen Xiuming's eyes turned dark, and then he felt a suffocation. It was very short, but he felt quite uncomfortable. When the darkness disappeared, he immediately took a deep breath, and then saw a large number of demon soldiers a hundred steps away.

That was the regular demon soldiers of the country of sacrifice. They were all half demons who were similar to humans. They were wearing iron armor and the weapons in their hands were swords and guns.

Both sides were stunned for a while and quickly judged the situation in front of them. Huang Fujun found that they had passed the battle zone in the middle, which meant that humans had a slightly superior position.

The soldier should not look back. However, the talisman master Liu Zhuoyi could not control the curiosity in his heart. He turned around and looked at it. The battles in the air and underground came to an end. The smoke had not yet dissipated, but the photoelectricity no longer flashed, and only the flames were still burning... He could no longer see the human camp.

Fighting is so simple, death is so direct. Liu Zhuyi turned around and raised the long sword in his hand high, no longer considering himself a talisman master.

Like all soldiers, he is a survivor facing death.

Humans and half demons at the same time made a shout full of vitality and took a step forward.

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