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Chapter 297: Lin Moyu is Crazy, One Man Against an Army

Book Chapter 297: Lin Moyu is Crazy, One Man Against an Army

Thunder roared, and the dragon race's siege warship shone brightly. Lin

A huge magic crystal ball immediately raised a giant canopy, like a giant umbrella covering the entire army. It firmly blocked the thunder strikes.

Not only did it block the attack, but it also absorbed the energy from the thunder, converting it into its own power.

The magic crystal, with a diameter of over a hundred meters, contained an astonishing amount of energy.

Thunder struck the shield, crackling and sparking, but it had no effect. The magic crystal on the siege warship shone with colorful lights, absorbing a large amount of attacks, and its power grew stronger.

Zhang Qian did not stop attacking, his expression becoming solemn, "The dragon race's siege warship, combining offense and defense, is indeed formidable."

Ni Jun said in a deep voice, "It is absorbing your attacks, converting them into its own power."

Zhang Qian said in a deep voice, "Yes, let it absorb to its fill. Only when it attacks will I have a chance." Ni Jun trusted Zhang Qian's judgment and did not say a word.

On the battlefield, it is best to avoid any doubts.

Zhang Qian stopped talking, fully concentrating on controlling the fortress formations.

The attack power increased again, the thunder became more frenzied, and it seemed Zhang Qian was trying to break the dragon race's defense. But the magic crystal grew even more brilliant.

Finally, it reached its limit, and with a deafening sound.

It shot out a thick beam of light directly at the fortress.

The beam, over fifty meters in diameter, contained unimaginable energy.

The beam was a hundred meters above the ground, but the ground below it disappeared silently, as if vaporized by an infinitely high-temperature flame.

Lin Moyu's eyes narrowed, this attack was powerful, comparable to a demon king's attack.

He wondered if the fortress's defense could withstand it.

The beam struck the fortress shield, causing the entire fortress to tremble violently.

The shield shone brightly, unprecedentedly bright.

Ni Jun's face did not look good, "Since I have been guarding Fortress No. 6, I have never seen such a strong defensive reaction."

This attack was the strongest Fortress No. 6 had ever encountered.

Whether it could hold, he was not sure.

Zhang Qian did not speak, his eyes shining.

In his eyes, one formation rune after another flashed.

Faster and faster, stronger and stronger.

His whole body's power surged crazily, the formations roared.

With a bang, it was like the last string breaking.

The fortress shield shattered like glass.

At the same time, the millions of thunders above the dragon race disappeared, converging into a terrifying hundred-meter giant thunderbolt that fell. The shield protecting the sub-dragon legion shattered.

The thunderbolt pierced through, accurately hitting the siege warship.

The magic crystal on the siege warship also shattered, and the entire ship exploded.

The dragons near the warship were affected and blown away, the siege warship fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and shattering.

"Hahaha!"

"In the end, I still won!"

Zhang Qian laughed out loud, he was the final victor in this contest.

As he said, only when the dragon race's warship attacked did he have a chance to break it. He did it.

Even though it was his first time dealing with the dragon race's siege warship, he still found its flaw.

A formation master is like this, finding the enemy's weakness in the details.

He won, though at a cost.

The shield of Fortress No. 6 was destroyed and could not be restored temporarily.

Next was the moment for the Shenxia army and the sub-dragon legion to engage in close combat.

In his laughter, he activated the formations again, using the remaining power, "No-fly zone!" The fortress, which had just dimmed, shone again.

A huge halo flickered in the sky, covering a hundred kilometers, creating a no-fly zone. No need for a god-level mage or special skills.

A formation master can use formations to create a vast no-fly zone, depriving all races of their flying ability, taking away their flying advantage. Riding sub-dragons, they fell from the sky, but the dragon race had anticipated this and was not panicked. As soon as they landed, they began to charge.

The sub-dragon legion, with over ten thousand people, had nearly a thousand sub-dragon knights at the forefront. Behind them were archers and mages, and finally healers.

At the rear of the sub-dragon legion, one person did not charge with them. That was the support of the entire legion, similar to the profession of a legion overlord, responsible for the state of the entire team. The dragon race army formed a phalanx, orderly and imposing. The killing intent they emitted connected with the heavens and earth, pressing down like a tangible force. After a thousand years of not setting foot on the original battlefield, the dragon race wanted to fully demonstrate their power in this battle. Defeat the human race and successfully enter the original battlefield.

Then, using the original battlefield as a base, launch continuous attacks on the human race and the abyss.

Avenge the grudge from a thousand years ago.

Every dragon soldier's eyes were filled with intense killing intent, and with the fortress shield broken, the real battle was about to begin.

Lin Moyu watched, murmuring, "Each team consists of one knight, one archer, one mage, and one healer."

"Their team formation is slightly different from ours."

"Three healers, plus the dragon race's strong vitality, make their team's endurance very strong." "They do not distinguish between professions, only bloodline strength, which is different from our human race."

As Lin Moyu pondered, the sub-dragon legion got closer.

Ni Jun raised his magic sword, releasing the last state before the battle began.

Skill: Morale Boost

[Morale Boost: Dispel fear, boost morale. Increases defense by 30% and attack by 30% for 10 minutes.]

All the human race was ready.

The city gates opened, and the first batch of troops rushed out, ready for battle.

On the city walls, mages and archers were also ready.

At this moment, Lin Moyu suddenly leaped from the city wall, landing outside the city, appearing at the forefront of the human army.

Then, as if taking a stroll, he walked towards the dragon race army.

Seeing Lin Moyu's actions, everyone widened their eyes, not understanding what he was doing.

"What is he doing!"

"Is this guy crazy?"

"Is he seeking death?"

"That's the dragon race's legion, a ten-thousand-strong legion, what can you do alone?"

"Crazy, this guy is really crazy."

"The halo of a genius has made him lose his mind, an arrogant guy."

Someone called out to Lin Moyu to come back.

But Lin Moyu ignored them, continuing to walk forward.

On the command platform, Ni Jun was also stunned, muttering, "What is he doing."

Zhang Qian shook his head, indicating he did not know.

Ni Jun said in a deep voice, "Before the third job change, no matter how strong one person is, they cannot fight against a legion. This guy must be crazy. No, I have to call him back."

Just as he was about to act, Zhang Qian stopped him, "Wait, look..."

Ni Jun's eyes widened, he saw one undead legion after another appearing beside Lin Moyu.

Not only him, but those who had just mocked Lin Moyu for seeking death also closed their mouths.

Fifteen undead legions appeared neatly beside Lin Moyu.

A cold wind rose on the original battlefield.

Although the number of undead legions was not as many as the dragon race's legion, their momentum was not weak at all.

The lich generals simultaneously cast spells, white light shot into the sky, illuminating the ground.

Lin Moyu was going to fight an army alone.

Even the charging sub-dragon legion paused for a moment.

Then someone exclaimed, "Undead legion, it's Lin Moyu!"

"The Dragon King has ordered, kill Lin Moyu, reward with high-level bloodline, and a chance to enter the Ancestral Dragon Pool!"

"Kill Lin Moyu!"

At this moment, the sub-dragon legion charged at Lin Moyu, their immense killing intent also pressing down on him.

His actions on the ancient battlefield had already reached the dragon race world.

Among the dragon race, he was already on the must-kill list.

Lin Moyu did not care, the undead legions quickly surrounded him, placing him in the center.

Then, they charged at the sub-dragon legion together with Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu acted first, pointing his finger, red light filled the sky.

Skill: Slow Curse!

The curse took effect, and all the dragon race's movements slowed down instantly.

"Curse!"

The healers quickly cast spells to remove the curse.

Skill: Toxic Star Ring!

A green light exploded, the Toxic Star Ring quickly swept through the air, carrying intense poison elements.

A large number of dragons were poisoned.

One by one, they screamed as if hit hard.

Although they were all above level 50, they could not ignore the 14,000 points of strength attack.

And it hit every second.

Their vitality was rapidly draining.

The healers in the dragon race's team were overwhelmed.

They had to remove the curse and heal at the same time.

The dragon race's mages and archers simultaneously launched attacks.

Thousands of mages and archers attacked at the same time.

In an instant, the sky was filled with arrows and falling meteors, completely covering Lin Moyu and his undead legions.

Seeing this, everyone in the fortress couldn't help but swallow.

How could this be blocked!

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