Eastern mythology system

Chapter 151 fierce battle
After leaving a simple "Cross Mantra", Anthony turned around smartly, left the tent of the Chinese army, and returned to his own tent.

The reason why there is no explanation is not to pretend to be mysterious.Considering the character of the other party, Anthony felt that the more specific and detailed he said, the less likely he would be accepted.

After thinking twice, he still chose this cryptic way to make his suggestion to General John.

As for whether the other party can understand his meaning and accept his opinion, Anthony has no way of guessing, nor can he think about it.

I have done everything I can do.The personnel affairs are exhausted, and the rest is to obey the destiny.

As General John said, borrowing damaged weapons and equipment is indeed a trivial matter.If there is a request from the top martial arts master in the army, and the commander of the army personally assigns it, the people below dare not neglect it, so the efficiency is naturally high.

Anthony had just entered the tent and sat down, when soldiers came behind him pushing flatbed carts.

A battle involving tens of thousands of soldiers was fought with knives and axes, and a lot of weapons and armor were damaged.It was a little sudden that Anthony asked for it. The officer in charge of logistics did not expect that adults would be interested in these scraps of copper and iron, so he was unprepared in a hurry.Otherwise, the number of flatbed carts pushed over would have to be doubled several times.

Even so, the "scrap iron" piled up like a hill also attracted the curious eyes of the surrounding soldiers.They discussed in low voices, not understanding what this genius boy wanted to do.

Anthony turned a blind eye to these gazes. He thanked the soldiers pushing the carts, watched the rather flattered logistics soldiers leave, and then walked towards the "hill" and waved his hand.

The sword equipment at the top of the "hill" disappeared instantly, and was put into the space ring by Anthony.

Immediately, Anthony walked into the tent, lowered the curtain, and blocked all probing eyes.

The refining of the Nether Stone has been completed, and now it has turned into a translucent solution, lying quietly in the space ring.

The next step is the forging of the main material.

With a wave of Anthony's hand, a small spell that shields sound and light was issued quietly.

He has broken through to the mid-stage of refining and transforming Qi, which can be regarded as completely surpassing the realm of "martial arts", entering the hall, and formally entering the level of cultivation.

According to another world, Anthony is no longer a warrior, but a monk.

The realm of martial arts has reached the extreme, and the physical training has reached a certain level. Quantitative changes have gradually accumulated into qualitative changes, and warriors have finally stepped on the threshold of cultivation.

But at this time, monks, compared to warriors with the ultimate martial arts, do not have too obvious advantages in strength.

Because the initial stage of refining and transforming qi mainly focuses on the exercise and transformation of the body, so as to adapt to the way of cultivation.But in the mid-stage of refining and transforming qi, with the improvement and perfection of physique, the true essence in the body is becoming more and more abundant, which can truly embody the powerful and terrifying spells of the monks, and this is finally able to be used.

As one of the big gift packages presented by the system, "Hunyuan Guiyigong" is not only the most top-notch practice method, but also has all kinds of spells with different functions and different powers.Even with Anthony's calm personality, he was thrilled when he first browsed.

And this shielding spell is just one of them.

Anthony flipped his right hand, and a fist-sized pale flame suddenly appeared, floating quietly above his palm.

With another shake of his left hand, he took out a thick-backed broadsword with many broken edges from the interspatial ring.

He held the handle of the knife with one hand, and slowly moved the tip of the knife towards the flame.

Silently, like ice cubes placed on a fire, the thick blade unexpectedly softened and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It didn't take long for the thick-backed broadsword to disappear completely, turning into a mass of silver-white liquid.The liquid rolled up and down with the beating of the pale flame, constantly changing its shape.

Anthony shook his left hand again, and another broken two-handed sword appeared in his hand.He did the same, and not long after, the volume of the silver-white liquid increased a bit.

The real fire emitted by monks is different from ordinary flames in the world, and its temperature is extremely high.It may take several days to smelt a rare ore like the Nether Stone.But if it is replaced by ordinary steel, it will be very easy and casual.

Anthony moved very quickly, meditating and adjusting his breath every time he smelted three pieces of equipment.After recovery, it was smelted again.This cycle was repeated, and in less than half a day, the weapons and equipment in the space ring had been processed.

Anthony stretched and stood up.He opened the curtain and walked out of the tent.

When he walked back again, another batch of weapons and equipment had already been installed in the space ring.

According to general weapon forging standards, it would definitely not take so much steel to make a spear.Even if it is explained from the "scientific" point of view of the development of civilizations in other worlds to a certain stage, weapon forging is mainly a series of physical and chemical reactions.But Anthony's forging method, whether it is the method, process or result, has too many unreasonable places.

It's just that "science" and "myth" are fundamentally two different systems, and it doesn't make sense, so it doesn't seem to be surprising.

No?
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Shocking shouts and slashing sounds filled the entire space.The murderous aura soaring into the sky, the strong smell of blood that makes people tremble, slowly diffused with the breeze.

The original residents of this land, those flying beasts who live and inhabit here, have long since left their lairs and gone far away.

The rest, only the human beings who are the spirits of all things, are cutting and killing each other, frantically harvesting each other's lives.

At the forefront of the battle between the two sides, the hastily built defense line of Taranto, is the place where the conflict is most intense.

A soldier from Aberdeen had just approached the first deer stronghold when a sharp arrow swished from the front right and pierced obliquely into his neck.

The shouts of the soldiers stopped abruptly.

He covered the wound on his neck with one hand, and rushed forward five or six steps according to the inertia of his body.Finally, he tripped and fell to the ground.

At this moment, his fingers were only a little short of touching the enemy's defense line.But this little distance has become a world away, cut off the soldiers' hope of returning home, and even separated life and death.

A tall and burly man, holding a huge machete, swung it violently, his wrist was thick and thin, and the deer village built of solid wood collapsed in an uproar.Together with the Taranto soldiers hiding behind, they were cut in two by this violent knife.

The strong man kicked away half of the corpses blocking the road, while shouting loudly to cross the first line of defense.The Taranto soldiers on both sides were taken aback, raised their swords and greeted him over his head.

The strong man was unafraid, he swung the shield with one hand to block the attack from the left, and slashed horizontally with the giant blade in his right hand. Two soft "clicks" cut off the weapons in the hands of the two Taranto soldiers.

The strong man took a step forward and swung the huge machete again.The two heads flew high, and the expressions of shock and fear were forever frozen on them.

The strong man laughed, and was about to turn around and deal with the enemy on the other side.Suddenly, a long spear protruded out soundlessly like a poisonous snake, taking advantage of the opening exposed when the strong man turned around, it pierced deeply through his right rib.

The strong man threw away the shield, and grabbed the long spear with his left hand like lightning, ignoring his own actions to tear the wound deeper and longer, his bloodshot eyes glared angrily at the lean man who succeeded in the sneak attack.

The attacker was frightened by the ferocity of the strong man and completely lost his reaction.The brawny man got up his remaining courage and swung the huge machete with all his strength, cutting the thin man in half from the middle.

The Taranto rebels around saw how strong and fierce the strong man was, and they all clenched their weapons tightly, but they dared not move forward.

The strong man looked around at the enemies around him, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he couldn't show any other expressions on his face.Finally, one couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground with a slam...

The fierce battle is still going on, and there are life-threatening fights everywhere. The above are just two small microcosms on the battlefield.

Aberdeen's offensive was extremely violent, far surpassing the previous few attacks.But the performance of the Taranto rebels was also very tenacious, and they just gritted their teeth and persisted, showing no sign of collapse.

On a high platform in the middle of the defense line, the Grand Duke Keqis looked up and paid close attention to the battle situation on the front line.Although his face remained calm, his slightly stiff expression, clenched hands, and slightly trembling body all showed the tension and apprehension in the rebel leader's heart.

"Your Excellency, there is no need to worry. Although the enemy's offensive is fierce, our soldiers are also defending steadily. Although the front line is pulled back and forth, the battle is fierce, but our defense line has not exposed the slightest flaw. It is almost impossible for Aberdeen to attack. things."

Frankie comforted in a flat tone, with a relaxed and casual attitude.It seemed that instead of a life-and-death fight between two armies, they were watching an ordinary opera.

The corner of the Grand Duke's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to put on a gentle expression, but unfortunately failed.His facial muscles were too tense, and his smile looked extremely stiff.

"The duke has grown up for so many years, but he is far less experienced than General Franky in the battlefield. In the past few decades, he has never seen such a large-scale army fight. He lost his composure for a while, which made the general laugh. "

Frankie waved his hand, indicating that it's okay.

The confidant of the Grand Duke of Keqishi glanced at the wounded who were continuously being transported from the front line like flowing water, and said with a worried face: "But our casualties are really not small, and with this momentum, I'm afraid we won't be able to last for long. .”

Frankie turned his head and didn't speak, just looked at him quietly with playful eyes.

The confidant seemed to suddenly think of something, startled in his heart, shrunk his neck unconsciously, and looked extremely embarrassed.

Not long ago, when General Franky and the Grand Duke of Keqis inspected the wounded barracks, he also said similar things.As a result, the Grand Duke scolded his head and face.

But that was just a trick played by the Grand Duke and him, and it couldn't be taken seriously.Except for being scolded by the public and losing face, it did not damage his status in the Duke's heart at all.

This time he didn't hide any other thoughts, but what he said very unluckily was exactly the same as last time, no wonder he felt guilty.

The Grand Duke Keqishi didn't mean to scold him, and said along the topic: "Indeed, like here and the two lines of defense here, the situation is quite critical, and the casualties are also heavy."

The Grand Duke of Keqishi pointed towards the front line while talking, "General Franky, can you call in the elite troops nearby to help defend? The weakness of our defense line is really well disguised, Ah How can that stupid coach of Bordin see it. I am afraid that the backhands carefully arranged by the general will be wasted."

The Grand Duke's unintentional or unintentional rescue made General Franky let go of his sweaty confidant, and returned to the front line with his sharp eyes like a falcon.

"It's not yet time, and those two lines of defense can still hold on. Let the reserve team prepare and support them at any time."

Franky looked beyond the line of defense and looked further afield.

There is the center of the Aberdeen Army, where the flags of the Glorious Empire and the Aberdeen Province are flying freely.

"Also, His Excellency the Duke said something wrong just now."

"Oh? I don't know what the Duke said wrong?" Grand Duke Keqishi was surprised.

"The enemy has actually seen through our disguise."

As if to verify General Franky's words, the Aberdeen Central Army sent out a loud horn sound.Immediately, the war drums blared, flags of various colors fluttered up and down, and the troops were mobilized frequently.

Immediately, the battlefield was turbulent and the situation changed drastically.

General Franky's face was serious, his eyes staring at the changes of the situation burst into flames, and the burning fighting spirit surged and surged under his eyes.

"Send the order to start the second plan!"

All the generals on the high platform were all in awe, and they clasped their hands and responded loudly: "Decree!"

(End of this chapter)