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Chapter 1234 The Fortress Cannon of the Sutra Robbery - Buddha and Demon Fall Together

The Demon King level beings descend to the lower realm are there to completely annihilate all the barbaric races.

The games in the lower realm were originally intended to provide the demon lord of the upper realm with some insignificant emotional value and to find some servants to help him manage his garden.

The "World Tree" is such a weak plant that it cannot describe the true form of the Demon Lord. Its branches alone connect to billions of world lines, revealing everything at a glance. It can write about any civilization, even better than that civilization itself.

It observes the occurrence and development of all the card games from beginning to end.

However, at some point, the connection between a branch and a certain world was severed, as if a large dog had torn the branch off. This signifies the emergence of an unobservable world line in this universe.

How interesting!

For omniscient beings, the unknown is what brings them joy.

This kind of fun must be kept for oneself to enjoy.

Is Lu Cheng, the duelist of the Chinese civilization card deck?
The day of completely resolving the Primordial Chaos is approaching. After emerging from seclusion, I will have a thrilling card duel and then tame these pets to tend my garden.

Having already found such great entertainment, they clearly had little interest in the myriad races of the wilderness.

Two demon kings descended from the upper realm in one go.

Unexpectedly, the fun began so quickly. With Lu Cheng's support, the barbaric world was able to mobilize six divisions in one go to fill the gaps and organize a large-scale resistance.

The giant turtle's defense is really high, and the super-gap machine is invincible in air combat, but it has the disadvantage of low payload. It took the entire Central Continent Air Force two whole Heart Moon Fox Years to flatten the defense line of Planet 11!
We can't do that with the 12th defense line; the losses and ammunition costs of the aircraft won't allow it.

In order to quickly defeat the Baxia Brigade, the Plague Corruption Demon Lord authorized his war fortress, Yellow Eyebrows, to use the fortress cannon against Line 12.

This piqued the Demon Lord's interest for a millisecond.

Take a moment to look at the final images of civilization's destruction.

Upon receiving the instructions from the abbot of Moyin Temple, the monks of Huomu Temple began to get busy.

The loud chanting began to spread evil thoughts throughout the fortress.

The demonic sounds gathered in the sky above the Demon King's Fortress. The living wooden monks were busy capturing twisted and writhing scriptures and forcibly stuffing them into the huge demonic bell in the center of the temple.

This is the rule-based weapon equipped by "Yellow Eyebrows" - Buddha and Demon Falling Together.

This type of non-physical cannon has a range of over ten stars and an extremely fast firing speed.

In legend, Huang Mei rebelled against the Future Buddha. The Future Calamity Sutra, a kind of rule-based cannonball, is engraved with the characteristics of the enemy's civilization and is specifically designed to destroy the enemy's civilization framework.

If there are no matching rules to counter it, then the cat-and-mouse game is over.

"Dong!" It was unclear whether it was the sound of a bell or a cannon.

The Buddha and Demon cannons have been fired.

The massive hull of the "Yellow Eyebrow" trembled violently, and the repulsive force of the rules even pushed it out of its current planetary orbit.

The framework of civilizational rules that was struck began to crumble like dominoes!
"Enemy ship's heavy-duty strike is expected to arrive in 8 seconds, woohoo woohoo~"

In that instant, the 109th Planetary Defense Brigade's outer space observation fleet was completely destroyed.

Telecommunications has been shattered into the cries of a baby.

Iron Claw pulled the Zerg spear stuck in his body, and blood, engine oil, and acid gushed out of the wound.

The Buddha's corpse that once filled the sky was gone, but things were even worse; the entire area outside the Baxia Fortress was now covered in blood-red scriptures. They were densely packed together.

These scriptures were peeled off the sky one by one and crashed down.

Iron Claw was no seasoned veteran.

Two hundred years ago, it fought alongside its people in the Central Continent. This level of rule-based attack can generally only be launched by relying on the entire star system's launch site.

Now, the Demon King-level fortress cannon can actually be fired. How can it accept this?
Upon arriving at Baxia Fortress, Iron Claw thought that civilization finally had a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Even if they fought to the death, at least they saw the future and saw hope.

And just as the Sanskrit in the air says.

The future can only be a disaster.
Faced with such a destructive attack on the framework of civilization, all rules will collapse and be written into the future.

What use is even the strongest physical defense of a planetary fortress?
He sat down with his back against the massive wreckage of a destroyed Taiping King Kong.

Iron Claw sighed and pulled out a bottle of wine.

After the war, the army forbade the smoking of any spirits, so this beverage from Yanyunbo could serve as a substitute.

The battlefield was stained with blood, and the smells of incense, blood, burnt food, and wine wafted into the air.

"Brother Xiong, what's that smell like during this battle?!" The fourth battalion commander of the leech battalion, who was fighting inside the body, sent a message.

"I can't fight anymore." Iron Claw shook his head, his tone filled with deep regret and resentment: "Let's have a drink, and then I'll go take on a big one. Let's part ways amicably."

The message from the 13th company commander of the Lilliputian army, who was guarding the front line in the lungs, also came in: "What exactly happened?"

"It's a Demon Clan Rule Cannon. Damn it, bringing cannons of this caliber to the fortress, there's no way out." Iron Claw knew that the entire 109th Brigade would soon follow in the footsteps of the outer space observation fleet.

boom.
The sound of the Basha armor plates opening and closing.

What a magnificent fortress! The behemoth race, which is also part of my orcish race, is unfortunately born at the wrong time.
and many more.

The iron claws opened their massive maws, not even bothering to inhale the enemy troops that the plague-ridden legion had seized the opportunity to attack.

What did it see?
The first scripture fell at high speed and struck the armor plate of the Basha.

Suddenly, runes of magic appeared on the dark tortoise shell.

The future, which should have obliterated everything, seemed to have been struck by a steel plate by a warhead!
What kind of writing is this, that it is so resilient that even a regular bullet of this caliber cannot erase it?
The distorted scriptures fell like a shower of flowers, just as its name suggests—Buddha and Mara both fell.

But the Baxia turtle shell remained completely still, as if the characters were armor, remaining calm and composed in front of the large-caliber demon fortress cannon!

Where does Iron Claw learn about the Yan Yun experimental weapon—the Oracle Armor?
"Brother Xiong, we agreed to have a drink together. The brothers have been waiting for ages. Where's the beer?" A message came from the Brothers unit.

Iron Claw did not respond immediately.

Crimson and golden light collided in the sky, creating a dazzling spectacle between heaven and earth.

Outside the trenches, large numbers of living wooden monks and Zerg troops were airdropped from the gaps in the deck.

First came a frenzied fighting spirit, then a deep-seated hatred, and finally, a profound regret.

After a brief moment of shock, the survivors stood up, revealing the horrific wounds and exposed tubing on their chests, and picked up the 109th Brigade's battle flag from the ground, planting it aside.

Then, the Ironclaw Helmet descended, the concentration of orcish war genes surged, and a ferocious battle intent once again swept over him.
"Roar!" With his core muscles and engine fully engaged, he single-handedly lifted the massive, damaged Vajra-like Cihangye Cannon from the ground.

"Brothers, we're not going to die yet, but we're out of drinks. Protect my lungs! The nanomachine race and the quantum magic troops will be here soon. Now, let's go!"