"Chemical weapons strikes are ineffective. The enemy can still endure it. The enemy now uses a chemical shield. Reiterate, the attack wasn't achieved." The scout sent a ssage back to the command center.
At the palace, underground command center
"Your Majesty, chemical weapons attacks are not as effective as they should be. The Martial Artists body was much stronger than we expected. The three chemicals killed Martial Artists much less than we expected," Major General Li Fengyang reported to Zhao Lingxin.
"We had anticipated this already, right? You can proceed with the second phase of the God-Slaying Action Plan." Zhao Lingxin did not have a tense expression after hearing reports that the chemical weapons were ineffective. Because they still have asures to deal with later
"Approved the second phase of the action plan to kill the gods. Now start to operate."
Major General Li Fengyang gave the order.
In the curtain of light, a magic formation that protects the poisonous mist from coming near. The Martial Artists had already started to provide first aid to the injured.
"Zhou Zi, hurry up and help people as quickly as possible. In half an hour, we'll rush out of this toxic mist-filled city," Wei Shi Lang ordered. He felt insecure if he was still under such a toxic mist. His hunch said to get out as quickly as possible.
"Acknowledge, I'll hurry and proceed." Zhou Zi ran out, fetching various precious pills into the mouths of the injured.
"Duan He, you lead a group of disciples to layout defenses. Keep an eye out for the surrounding anomalies. I'm sure humans won't stop just this for sure. "
Wei Shi Lang turned to give another Duanhe order.
"Disciples, you can trust . I won't let them take an opportunity to attack us in an instant." Duanhe gathered hundreds of disciples who were not injured by the poison fog. Doing surveillance around
After being hit by a weapon several tis, Wei Shi Lang no longer dared to look down upon this group of humans, even falling into the enemy trap. He was extrely skeptical of the performance of these soldiers. They seem to have effective communication. Able to receive orders and respond to the situation promptly. Even Martial Artists couldn't do it.
Martial Artists groups have several remote communication thods. Whether it is a communication talisman The magic sounding technique, However, these thods would be costly if not consuming a large amount of Qi energy. A group of Martial Artists could not get out and use it wasted.
At that mont, the strange feeling that Wei Shi Lang was familiar with again ca out. His senses and intuition told him that this was the most critical ti of his life. Wei Shi Lang could not even say anything to leave as soon as possible for a fraction of a second, Zhao Lingxin's next trap activated.
"Boom!" a loud explosion blew.
Orange flas burst into the sky. Flas exploded from every house, even underground, with explosions hiding. The fiery flas swiftly took over the entire area without anyone able to catch up. And most importantly, the center of the bomb also cos from the center of the formation.
Regardless of how much defense that that magic formation had, that formation would be incredibly fragile if it was from an internal attack. The light machine camp suddenly collapsed. It was replaced by a fiery red locust fla as if coming out of Hell.
This was Zhao Lingxin's trump card that was exchanged from the system. Napalm bomb It is a chemical reaction that causes high heat until it is a hellfire.
The vicious, viscous chemical quickly covered all Martial Artist's bodies. The burning temperature reached two thousand degrees Celsius. It burned the lowly strength Martial Artists to dust without even crying. Thousands of Martial Artists died imdiately. However, a Martial Artist with great power, Napalm Blast was real Hell.
"Ahhh! help !." Screams sounded everywhere. The Martial Artists struggled with agony, their bodies covered in fiery flas that could not be quenched.
No matter how much they tried to put out the fire, it was in vain. They cannot remove the sticky chemicals easily, stick firmly to their bodies. Thousands of degrees of high fla temperatures were slowly burning them. The sll of burning at spread throughout the area. This scene is like being in a real hell landscape.
Zhou Zi passed away. The flas quickly enveloped his body. The flas rapidly burned the body and internal organs. Zhou Zi, who was helping a fellow disciple, died without preconceptions.
"I don't want to die. I still don't want to die." Duanhe, who had cultivated the challenging outside force art, was still unable to resist the high-temperature flas. Duanhe scread out of his life. He was struggling to the ground. Try to use the last breath to save his life. But the flas of Hell had never been rciful before. Duanhe slowly stopped screaming, his body still tightened. End another life
The screams of thousands of people went a long way. The body struggled to thrust the flas further away, like a strange dance of man on fire. Since they had higher cultivation power than the average person, their bodies had special immunity. It was causing them not to die quickly. They felt unbearable any longer, committed suicide, ended their own lives so as not to suffer anymore.
Among the Martial Artists who were gradually falling one by one, another person could still stand; Wei Shi Lang had the highest cultivation power. Innate breath stage
The flas flooded Wei Shi Lang's body, but he could still endure. Wei Shi Lang was the most skilled in the fire control technique of the five elents. Allowing him to stand out longer than everyone else, But Wei Shi Lang could control the flas around 500 degrees. When encountering napalm flas with a temperature of two thousand degrees, Even Wei Shi Lang was almost unable to resist.
What kind of fire is this? Where did the humans get this fla from?" Wei Shi Lang was unable to understand this. If soone tells him that this fla is from a chemical process, They expected that Wei Shi Lang would never understand.
"I can't co to die here." Wei Shi Lang tried her best to stop the flas from devouring his body. But He almost completely wiped out his energy. Today, he has been fighting many tis since the siege of the capital.
The poisonous mist in the abandoned city almost consud his profound energy. At this ti, seeing the flas of Hell, Wei Shi Lang was virtually irresistible. In just a few more minutes, and feared that Wei Shi Lang was about to end and he would have followed his disciple to Heaven. But outside people didn't know about it. The scouts noticed flas, who were still standing there, hurriedly informing the news.
"Well, there are still people standing like that? Command the artillery battalion to fire. He hadn't expected that even using napalm bombs, and he couldn't even kill this enemy. Zhao Lingxin could only wonder why a Martial Artist was as durable as a cockroach-like this.
The command was directed to the Artillery Battalion stationed 10 kiloters away. This place was the retreat of the Eastern Defense Battalion. They retracted them 10 kiloters from the defense line. To wait to respond to the unexpected situation.
"An order ca down to bombard by the cannon to destroy the abandoned city. The artilleryman prepared." The commander, who had been ordered, imdiately proceeded.
"Specify the coordinates(MGRS) ready."
"Ready the shell."
All 5 Howitzer cannons were ready to fire. They were waiting for the order to approve the blast.
"Fire All," the commander ordered.
All five cannons fired at the sa ti. Bombarded for more than 5 minutes. Consud 100 bullets shell To make sure that they would kill all the Martial Artists to death
Over 100 cannonballs Have collapsed the abandoned city to its utmost destruction like the end of the world; Wei Shi Lang's body was thoroughly shattered from the impact. The flak spread all over the body. Hell flas slowly burned Wei Shi Lang's body until there was no bone left. The fire from the napalm explosion continued to burn the surrounding area for several hours before extinguishing.
The abandoned city has disappeared and is covered with pollution. The ground turned black and then left nothing. The remains of the Martial Artists turned to ashes, flying with the wind.
The scouts carefully observed through binoculars and sent a report back to the capital.
"The attack was fruitful. All Martial Artists lost their lives. I repeat that all Martial Artists lost their lives. We won!. "
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