CHAPTER 528: CHAPTER 429 WAR_2

As Chen Jichuan’s voice fell.

Boom!

A million undead stomped simultaneously, with a loud boom, the entire island trembled.

A moment later.

Boom!

Another stomp, another thunderous roar.

This was the second sound.

"Arrogant!"

"Two newly ascended immortals, where does your confidence come from!"

Wusenuo laughed angrily, and fell silent.

Boom boom boom!

The 400,000-legion moved swiftly, abandoning the island’s perimeter to fortify a 20,000-mile core.

Demon Extermination Crossbow!

Fire God Cannon!

Various powerful weapons were deployed and mounted into fortresses.

In a short time.

The key and dangerous passages within the 20,000 miles were all secured.

Under the cover of the ’Forbidden Magic Formation’ and the ’No-fly Formation’, no one could fly over the mountains and ignore the terrain. Here, the advantage of the 400,000-legion fighting on home ground was maximized!

Wusenuo was in no hurry to strike.

As time went on, reinforcements from the ’Coastline Alliance’ would come continuously.

Immortals.

Legends.

Legions.

That’s when the counteroffensive would be sounded.

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"Dean, they intend to hold their position."

Beirut frowned slightly.

Although they had a million undead army, and the Dean had vast magical power. But within that 20,000-mile defense line, inside the ’Forbidden Magic Formation’, once Mirror Image Magic entered, it would dissipate.

To the major forces like the ’Coastline Alliance’, the most feared technique of the ’Tyrant’ wasn’t the summoning of the Ancestor or the undead army.

The Ancestor was limited.

The undead army was also limited.

What they really feared was the Mirror Image Magic.

The ’Tyrant’s magic power was endless. If he were to use Mirror Image Magic without restraint, even dozens or hundreds of elite legions would be unable to withstand it.

But the ’Forbidden Magic Formation’ was his greatest nemesis.

"No matter."

"We’ll fight with real weapons and iron."

Chen Jichuan also saw the ’Coastline Alliance’s strategy, but he remained unflustered, strolling leisurely around the island’s perimeter with Beirut.

With his steps.

More and more gates to the Undead Realm appeared, with undead stepping out, forming one undead legion after another and settling down.

Ten.

Twenty.

One hundred thousand.

Two hundred thousand.

Dimension Gates spread across the island, the undead were endless.

Outside the ’Virtual Arena’, it was gradually becoming a sea of undead. While the ’Coastline Alliance’ still held their ground, still watched, still awaited reinforcements.

The undead pulled down mage towers one by one, destroying magic formations.

On the island’s perimeter, the ’Coastline Alliance’ had also invested significant effort in construction, yet it was being widely destroyed in a short span of time.

"Damn it!"

Wusenuo’s face turned ashen, caught in a dilemma.

Reason told him to hold the 20,000 miles, waiting for the main force to arrive.

But the rampant undead army on the perimeter, the swathes of land turned white under its feet, made Wusenuo’s veins pop.

But after all, he was an immortal.

Reason suppressed rage.

"Wait!"

"Wait some more!"

Wusenuo’s eyes were bloodshot, watching the undead army form, watching as numerous mage towers and magic formations were destroyed, losses beyond count.

A quarter of an hour.

Half an hour.

An hour.

Two hours.

Half a day passed in a blink.

The reinforcements of the ’Coastline Alliance’ kept arriving. Elite legions gathered across empires, then expended massive amounts of magic stones to transport them over continuously.

Then quickly fortified the 20,000 miles.

The defense line grew more and more impenetrable.

"Tyrant!"

"Benage attacking the island? Such audacity!"

The scattered legends and immortals were also arriving one after another.

The number of Level 4 legends on the island quickly exceeded one hundred, with summoners bringing Dimension Origin Ancestors skilled in melee combat to assist.

An epic battle was about to commence.

In the arena.

The projection of the entire island was brought into view for the audience.

"Even at war, they’re doing business, impressive!"

"The ’Coastline Alliance’ is brimming with confidence, they’d surely make a show of it."

"Whoa! So many people! With the ’Tyrant’ attacking, it drew audiences from the other seven arenas, so many new faces!"

"Place bets! Why haven’t they opened bets? If the ’Coastline Alliance’ genuinely believes they can hold the arena and repel the ’Tyrant’, they should wager on it! I want to bet on the ’Tyrant’ winning!"

...

The audience in the arena was always frantic, and with the ’Tyrant’ attacking and the ’Coastline Alliance’ fanning the flames through live broadcasts, it pushed the atmosphere to its peak, attracting countless new and old viewers, with concurrent online numbers surpassing previous peaks by two to three times.

In the entire Divine Throne World.

The focus of transcendent beings from both the Main Plane and Different Planes was drawn here.

They were all watching this battle.

Some purely out of curiosity.

Some were intrigued by the ’Tyrant’.

Some wanted to know the full extent of the ’Coastline Alliance’.

With various different motivations, a growing number of spectators gathered at the arena, watching this earth-shattering battle unfold.

"Great!"

"The clash of tens of millions of legions! The battle of hundreds of legends! The confrontation of more than a dozen immortals! It’s far more thrilling than any Immortal-level arena contest!"

"Worth it, worth it! Being able to witness this battle means my life hasn’t been lived in vain."

"The ’Coastline Alliance’ hit pay dirt! If they spectacularly repel the ’Tyrant’ this time, the number of arena viewers will at least double!"

"Please, just open the bets already!"

...

Amidst the anticipation of all eyes, amidst the longing of millions.

"Attack!"

The undead army finally launched their assault.

Countless undead and endless skeletal remains converged into streams, rushing towards the virtual arena.

This was the undead torrent.

They trampled the mountains and rivers, roaring in anger, undeterred by death, fearlessly throwing themselves into the defenses.

At first contact.

The clash of steel and bone.

The collision of bone and flesh.

The encounter of the ’Coastline Alliance’s elite legions and the ’Tyrant’s Undead Disaster.

Boom!

Earth-shattering tremors ensued.

Clang clang clang!

Bang bang bang!

Crossbow bolts like forests, bone arrows like rain — both sides were immediately locked in a heated engagement.

Masses of undead fell, reduced to bleached bones, only to be trampled into dust by those following behind.

Rows of warriors fell, collapsing into pools of blood. In retreat and reinforcement, they were reduced to mush underfoot with the trampling of their comrades as they faced the undead.

Slaughter.

Bloodshed.

Madness.

War has always been brutal.

The defending legions held each line of defense without yielding a single fortress or citadel.

The undead army disregarded death, continually advancing, using their bones to crumble fortresses and storm citadels, pressing forward relentlessly.

In the arena.

The view elevated.

From above the island, one could clearly see the 20,000 miles of ’Coastline Alliance’ defense, fortresses, citadels, and legions were all black.

Black covering 20,000 miles.

While the perimeter.

The undead army was white.

They covered an even larger area, forming a fan-like shape, as each undead legion merged into a pale torrent, piercing into the heart of the arena.

One million.

Two million.

Three million.

The legions of the ’Coastline Alliance’ kept increasing, having assembled more than fifty elite legions with over ten million Black-armored Soldiers before the undead army’s formal assault began.

As combat broke out, the supporting legions kept arriving on the scene.

The number of legions increased.

But the Black-armored Soldiers were not multiplying; instead, they were dwindling.

Ten million.

Nine million.

Eight million.

Numerous legions were decimated, with 200,000 soldiers suffering severe casualties. Some legions were completely annihilated.

The mountains and rivers stained with blood.

The undead army brought war and catastrophe, revealing the true face of the ’Heavenly Disaster’.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Hold the line!"

The battle raged from daylight to darkness, and from darkness back to daylight.

Three days and three nights.

Millions of Black-armored Soldiers were wiped out, with several times more undead legions also falling on this island.

In the arena.

Some reveled in the frenzy and madness of war.

Others were silent in the face of bloodshed and slaughter.

But on the battlefield, the Black-armored Soldiers were ultimately flesh and blood, with hearts born of flesh.

"The Ninth Legion is destroyed!"

"The 13th Legion is destroyed!"

"The 47th Legion is destroyed!"

Every time the undead annihilated a legion, they roared loudly. Every time they decimated a legion, they cheered. Over three days, the unified shouts of the undead army echoed in the hearts of the millions of Black-armored Soldiers.

Bit by bit.

Gradually eating away the defense lines within their minds.

The undead knew no weariness, unlike them.

By the third evening, the fight continued on, but the Black-armored Soldiers finally reached their limit.

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