Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 172 Preparing for the decisive battle

Drake's mind was affected and he was somewhat overwhelmed by anger. He wanted to use space teleportation to rush to the disaster clan and massacre them.

Salman, who had been prepared for this move, had set up magic to disrupt space long before the war began, making all enemy teleportation magic ineffective.

This kind of magic was set up not only on this battlefield, but also in the two positions in the rear, forcing the army of the Holy Flame Empire and the Church of the Sun to advance by charging into the formation.

However, in war, countless densely packed trap bombs were laid. Although the power of a single bomb was not very strong, there were too many of them. Sometimes quantity is king.

The 300,000 troops of the Holy Flame Empire can only take turns wading through the mines to preserve their combat effectiveness. As for the Church of the Sun, as long as they use magic power to create a shield on their body surface, these bombs will not be a problem for them. However, the goal of the Disaster Clan is to reduce the army of the Holy Flame Empire, and it would be even better if they could consume some of the high-level combat power of the Church of the Sun during this period.

When the Holy Flame Empire and the Church of the Sun began to rush towards this side, Salman ordered the trolls and lizardmen warriors to start throwing bombs.

In just a moment, countless explosions enveloped the battlefield. There were continuous explosions, and flames and thick smoke filled the entire field of vision.

This tactic, which is only for consumption, does not have much lethality, but it is very expensive. In order to stop the enemy, the Disaster Clan has used all of their resources for the past 20 years to make bombs.

However, the results were still very encouraging. Before the bombs were used up, the enemy's advance speed was reduced to the extreme.

As the explosions continued, the battlefield was filled with craters and a layer of the ground was scraped away.

In order to ensure that the number of their own soldiers would not be much less than that of the Disaster Clan in the subsequent war, even if Drake and the Sun Knights wanted to rush forward directly with their powerful individual strength, they still had to resist the explosion for the army of the Holy Flame Empire.

The explosions continued for a whole day. The soldiers of the Disaster Clan found that the bombs they carried were not enough to support continued intensive bombing. Following orders, they followed the large force onto the disposable teleportation array and headed to the second position.

After they were all teleported away, Salman made a retreat gesture to Kansaros and Austin.

Upon receiving the signal, Kanzaros and Austin stopped their continued attack on the ships and retreated with Salman.

Seeing that the explosion was finally over, Drake dusted himself off, stopped maintaining the shield that was protecting the army, and looked ahead with gritted teeth at the empty space ahead.

"Damn it, you want to run away after the fight? How can this be possible? Chase him."

The others had no objection to this. After all, it was no problem for them to fight for several days in a row, and destroying the disaster clan was their goal this time. In addition, they had been bombed before, and they were very angry and needed to vent it out urgently.

On the second line of defense, Hogg and a group of clan leaders led the team, intending to fight the enemy head-on while conducting probing attacks.

However, it was not known whether the enemy was angered by the bombing army led by Salman, and they all rushed forward with bloodshot eyes, as if they wanted to wipe out the disaster clan in one fell swoop.

Hogg's side was discovered shortly after the contact, so he had to order his troops to fight and retreat at the same time, trying to conserve strength as much as possible for the final decisive battle.

Behind the Disaster Clan, Salman grinned when he saw the enemy adopting a wave-by-wave tactic.

"Who is the enemy's commander? Why do I feel like they haven't thought of any tactics at all?"

Hearing Salman's complaints, Soros shook his head and sighed.

When you have the advantage in all aspects, sweeping forward is the right path. It will be very difficult for the Disaster Clan to delay.

"Salman, tell the elderly, the weak, the women and the children to prepare to take shelter in the Sadira Mountains."

After understanding what Soros meant, Salman nodded. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something.

"Lord Thoros, please come with us to the Sadira Mountains. After all, you are our Lord's companion, and we cannot let you take risks."

"No need." Soros took a deep breath, his expression extremely firm: "The Disaster Clan belongs to Ronnie. As his partner, I can't run away."

Hearing this, not only Salman, but everyone else was also extremely surprised. After all, they knew very well that Soros was definitely the most important person in Ronnie's heart. If Soros were to sacrifice in the war, or even just be injured, Ronnie's wrath would be something they could not bear.

Just when they were about to persuade Soros, Soros took the lead and stopped them from speaking.

"I have made up my mind. As for Ronnie, I will take care of everything."

Since Soros said so, they had no choice but to obey.

The third line of defense is also the final battlefield. All the combat power of the Disaster Clan is concentrated here. They are looking into the distance, ready for battle.

Just then, Harvey rushed back from Fuzawa College and came to Soros.

"Master's wife, am I not back late?"

Looking at Harvey, whom he hadn't seen for twenty years, Soros smiled and reached out to touch his head.

"You're back just in time, Harvey. It seems you've grown a lot over the years." Soros nodded with satisfaction and said, "Welcome home."

At this time, Seth came over and couldn't help but look his little friend up and down.

"It's OK, but still a little worse than me."

Seth curled his lips and spoke sourly. From his breath, he could sense that Harvey had become stronger and stronger over the years, and now he still seemed unable to beat Harvey.

Seeing Seth's depressed look, Harvey smiled confidently, exuding the youthful vigor that is unique to young people.

"Leave the strongest communicator on the other side to me. I am the future God of Death and I will never lose to him."

Hearing this, Set pursed his lips and complained in his heart, isn't he just the God of Death, can he borrow the authority of the Kingdom of Death and the power of the Goddess of Death? What is there to envy? I don't envy him at all.

Suddenly thinking of the moves he had developed but had never tried before, Seth regained his confidence.

"Okay, since you are so confident in yourself, let's compete to see who can kill more enemies."

"Okay."

Harvey agreed without thinking. Although he was not qualified to be the subordinate god of death now, after activating the divine art, he would have the authority of the Kingdom of Death. Even Joseph, the communicator, would be able to contend with him.

On the side of the Disaster Clan, Lady Fate was heading to the Sadira Mountains with others to seek refuge, but as soon as she walked out the door, she saw Galar.

"As a destiny-based person, you should have a way to advance your strength, right?"

"Huh?" Lady Fate reached out and touched Gal's forehead. "You don't have a fever, what nonsense are you talking about?"