Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 565 Heavy casualties
Mo Lin didn't know how much information the Divine Operator had obtained about himself from the Great Sun Dharma King.

But he has a deep understanding of magic operators.

This Wuling Cult master who was one of the Eight Desolation Ten Heavenly Cauldrons, who was as famous as the ancestor Shura back then, was not strong in personal combat power, and could only be at the bottom of the Ten Heavenly Cauldrons, but because of the artifact of the Tianyan Chessboard, Martial soul is very special, even the top three masters are unwilling to fight with him.

The spirit of the god operator is the gate of summoning.

This is a powerful mutant martial spirit.

He can summon disciples who have been cast by him to assist in combat at any time.

Mo Lin is no stranger to summoning spirits, several of his ancestors possessed similar spirits.

But the magic of God's Summoning Gate is that it consumes very little soul essence, so little that it is almost negligible, which is beyond the reach of ordinary summoning martial souls.

Fighting against him is equivalent to facing an army. This time he trapped Mo Lin in the small world of the chessboard, and he was using his best tactics to deal with Mo Lin.

Objectively speaking, this is hitting Mo Lin's shortcoming.

This Tianyan chessboard, which is said to come from a certain god king, has strict rules of fairness.

As long as you enter the game, even the master of the chessboard must abide by the rules of the game, and cannot do anything secretly.

When Mo Lin saw the magic operator waiting for him in the square alone, he thought of the situation he might face.

After entering the Martial Emperor Realm, Mo Lin's thinking speed is tens of millions of times faster than that of ordinary people. It takes an hour for ordinary martial arts practitioners to figure out the problem, but he doesn't even need the blink of an eye to get the answer.

It's not that Mo Lin never thought of running away.

But he left the camp just to find an opportunity to attract the core strength of the three major sects and relieve the pressure on the ancestors.

The Great Sun Dharma King has already destroyed his physical body. According to the information provided by the Patriarch Shura and the Ye family, the entire Zen sect has now lost its biggest trump card.

There are countless masters of Wu Ling Cult, but among the few who can really pose a threat to the camp, the fortune teller ranks first.

Because once a battle is fought in the sunset grassland, it will be a battle of millions of troops. A military master like Shen Suanzi, who is good at arranging troops, poses a far greater threat to the Momen than a lone ranger like the King of the Sun. many.

There are countless masters of the Wu Ling Cult, if the fortune teller intends to win with more and attract all the followers to besiege Mo Lin, he will never hit a stone with an egg.

But he actually set up the Tianyan chess game, wanting to have a fair confrontation with Mo Lin, which is why Mo Lin dared to stay.

Mo Lin believed that he would disdain and would not play some shady tricks with himself for a big man with the status of a fortune teller.

After playing a game of chess for three days and three nights, Mo Lin was defeated. When he wanted to escape, the magic operator finally opened the real Tianyan chess game and trapped him in it.

This is a fair matchup.

At least it is fair in front of the rules of the game.

No one could guess what Mo Lin was thinking.

he knows.

Once entered, the [-] elites in the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda that he worked so hard to protect would suffer heavy losses.

Because although he tried out the types of troops possessed by the magic operator, he did not try out the strength of the troops.

He didn't know how many soldiers and horses the magic operator had.

As for Mo Lin's 5 people, if one dies, one less will be lost. If Mo Lin has no soldiers to send in the end, he will lose the chess game. He doesn't know what the consequences of losing will be, but the ancestor Shura once told him, It is said that every opponent who played against the magic operator never got out of the chess game after losing.

More than half of the [-] soldiers and horses have been killed or killed, and the magic operator has paid five times the price for this.

Affected by the rules of the chess game, all the troops dispatched will never be able to return to Mysterious Xiaojie no matter whether they live or die.

Mo Lin had no choice but to send people to gather the wounded in one place and send heavy soldiers around to protect them.

With the increase of soldiers and horses in battle, the battle situation became more and more complicated.

Mo Lin had to maintain a high level of mental tension, not only to beware of the strong attack of the Wuling Sect, but also to beware of a sneak attack that might appear at any time.

Time flies, and another five days have passed.

The [-] elite soldiers in Mo Lin's Mysterious Realm have all been mobilized, and even the eight barbarian kings have joined the battle.

The soldiers and horses of Wu Lingjiao have already reached the level of Wuwang. They are groups of wizards wearing robes of various colors. There are also some who are good at healing wounds and illnesses. In comparison, Mo Lin's side is much poorer.

The subordinates of the eight barbarian kings have their own strengths. In terms of charging and fighting, all of them are fierce generals who are not afraid of death. In addition, the northern barbarians are born with strong bodies and their self-healing ability is three or four times that of ordinary people, so their medical skills have developed very slowly.

In Mo Lin's team, apart from the alchemy team headed by Sun Da and his wife, there is no special medical team. The surviving soldiers and horses all rely on the elixirs prepared by Mo Lin to heal their injuries and restore their strength.

War, no matter what era the war is in, as long as it is not a crushing massacre, the last fight is materials and money.

Mo Lin got the treasure of the Emperor Wu, and seized the treasures of the Huyan family of the northern barbarian for thousands of years, and also got some funding from the ancestor Shura, but in terms of background, it is not as good as the Wuling religion that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.

Judging from the number of people, the soldiers and horses sent by Shen Shunzi exceeded Mo Lin's four times, and it is unknown how many master Mo Lin is hiding behind him.

Judging from the armor and weapons, the two sides were barely tied, but there was a huge gap in the number of masters.

"Master, it won't work if this continues, the opponent has too many masters, we can't afford it."

Seeing another team composed of martial arts masters appearing in the distance, Lei Huo, covered in blood, transmitted sound to Mo Lin. Fortunately, Mo Lin concluded a contract with him, otherwise, under the influence of the rules of the chess game, Mo Lin would have nothing but to give orders. , getting no feedback from anyone else at all.

"Master, let me go out. I am best at this kind of group battle." Mu Linghu also said via voice transmission.

"Master, this old slave invites you to fight." The Fire Spirit Turtle also spoke.

"And me, master." Shui Linghu's charming voice followed closely behind.

"Not yet."

Mo Lin looked down at the battlefield below like a god, and shook his head slightly as he watched the Wuling Cult masters appearing continuously on the opposite side.

"When it's time to let you out, I will naturally let you out, and wait."

Lei Huo said: "Master, if we wait any longer, we are afraid that it will be difficult for us to withstand the next round of attacks. The opponent has too many Martial Kings, can we let the Sword God Legion..."

"I have a sense of proportion, you just follow the order."

If it wasn't for the last moment, Lei Huo, who always only knew how to obey, would never have made such a request to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin didn't know the crisis of the situation.

But he knew that the real main force of Shen Suanzi had not been dispatched, and the Three Spirits and the Sword God Legion were his last trump cards. If he dispatched early, even if he withstood the next charge, what would he do when the opponent's Martial Emperor came out? to resist?

(End of this chapter)