Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 82 Visit
A temporary camp that occupies a vast area stands on the plain. Although it is only temporary, the various defensive and living buildings are extremely complete and well-planned.

From a distance, it looks like a dormant war beast, waiting for an opportunity to devour flesh and blood.

This is the famous marching camp of the Lion Legion in the Star Luo Empire.

On the mainland, a well-equipped and well-defended army camp, combined with a well-trained and well-equipped army, is enough to suppress one side and make everyone dare not act rashly.

Even a Douluo would have to weigh something in his heart when faced with this situation.

Because the army is always an extremely powerful force, even in a world dominated by soul masters, except for a few existences at the top, most soul masters cannot confront an army head-on.

Compared with the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire is not incomparably powerful. Compared with the Spirit Hall, the three high-ranking sects of the Megatron Continent do not have a large number of soul master teams and truly top-notch experts.

The reason why Xing Luo was able to fight against the two, and even faintly overwhelmed the Heaven Dou Empire, relied on the large and well-trained army.

Not to mention the Lion Legion, the northern elite of the Star Luo Empire, a powerful army composed of low-level soul masters, used to confront the Spirit Hall all year round.

Outside the camp, a two-person patrol team was patrolling the vicinity.

Their whole bodies were covered by gray iron armor, with very little exposed, and they couldn't even see their specific faces. They held a wide and thick long steel machete.

When walking, every step landed, there was an obvious dull sound of the ground, and the soil under the feet even faintly pressed down a layer, obviously the weight of this equipment was not light.

Even so, the two of them seemed to be used to it, and they didn't feel how difficult it was.

To achieve this, in addition to maintaining strenuous exercise and improving the daily diet, one also needs to have a soul ring to transform one's physical fitness.

Only by cultivating in this way can they become the enemy's nightmare on the battlefield.

When going to battle, this equipment is enough to defend against most of the soul master's attacks, and with the support of soul power, there will be no obvious shortcomings that cannot last.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a killing machine.

At this time, Qingyang saw all these advantages of the Star Luo Empire army.

To be honest, if confronted head-on in the form of an army, the soul master team of Wuhundian may not be the opponent of these professional troops.

Even though there are many soul masters in the Wuhun Temple, the soul sect and the stronger ones are not like ordinary strong men. There are so many that they can be seen everywhere, not to mention the high cost of training.

"A Li, the combat achievements this time should be enough for you to be promoted to the team leader."

"Not surprisingly, it should be fine. Although we can't fight this time, the credit for the city is still great."

"I hope that this situation will happen a few more times. It's just an armed parade that can gain military exploits. Such good things don't happen often."

"Haha, maybe there will be an accident later, making our trip for nothing?"

"how could it be possible."

Because they are outside the camp, they can relax a little and not be so serious, so it is not out of the ordinary for the two of them to talk on patrol.

Even for them, it was a rare relief.

Suddenly, the two stopped and the sound disappeared.

In front of them, Qingyang quickly passed the two of them with seemingly slow steps, heading for the gate of the camp behind them.

"Stop, military important place, no entry!"

The two men in heavy armor shouted sternly, hoping to stop the other party from making strides, and ran after them quickly.

If this person were allowed to approach the camp, the two patrolling personnel would be partially responsible.

Fortunately, after chasing back for a certain distance, although he didn't stop the opponent, he managed to catch up in front of the gate.

The soldiers guarding the gate of the camp drew out their weapons one after another, pointed at Qingyang brightly, and did not despise him at all just because he was a child.

On the tall buildings of the arrow tower, the high places of the wooden and stone walls, and some well-hidden places, all of them moved at this moment, and the gloomy arrow light, bright or dark, pointed directly at Qingyang below.

Being able to hide the surrounding scouts and approaching here quietly already shows that the other party is extraordinary.

"Please inform Marquis Loston, the honorary elder of the Wuhun Hall and the master of the Douluo Hall, Qingyang, to come to visit."

Qingyang stopped in his tracks, looked up at them, the small and plain voice spread with the fluctuation of soul power, so that everyone here could hear it clearly.

At the same time, a powerful aura, with a terrifying and terrifying pressure, descended on these people.

This invisible momentum and pressure, with Qingyang as the center, swept away the dust and fallen leaves around, causing the soldiers who were waiting in battle to bend their legs involuntarily, sinking deeper into the dirt footprints.

Since they came uninvited, it is the most direct and effective way to prevent these people from making any outrageous actions and to show their powerful strength.

The sturdy squadron leader above the camp wall stared at the small figure below, his expression hidden under the mask was completely replaced by anger and horror.

He has no doubts about the other party's words, because that strong and almost substantive aura is the best proof.

"Please wait a moment, don't come any closer."

The squadron leader stood above and responded loudly, and at the same time assigned a guard beside him to go back and report.

As for what to do in the future, that's not up to him to decide, and now his duty is only to be optimistic about this comer from the Spirit Hall.

Because Qingyang's words indicated his intention of coming, the tense atmosphere eased a little, but the soldiers of the Lion Legion still looked at him warily.

Facing many swords and soldiers facing each other, Qingyang's complexion did not change at all, and he withdrew the huge pressure he had released. While letting the soldiers breathe a sigh of relief, they quietly waited with him.

(End of this chapter)