"Let's make the arrangements. We will simultaneously open up several divine domains and strive to integrate the ordinary human race that is still scattered outside within ten years."
After Duan Tianming finished speaking, he still couldn't calm down.
Within a few days, several more portals were opened, and the major armies of Yan Country went to explore separately.
After finally finishing all the work, a picture appeared in front of Duan Tianming.
"Hmm! What's up!"
After Duan Tianming clicked to agree, the first thing he saw was Zhang She’s big face covered in green blood.
"Well, is it done?"
Duan Tianming lay down on the throne and asked.
"The statue has been smashed, and the reinforcements have been driven back. Now I want to put on a good show for the king."
Zhang She had a smile on his face, but no matter how Duan Tianming looked at it, this smile was a bit creepy, as if he was reading a ghost story.
"Um."
Duan Tianming nodded.
Then the scene in front of him was moved away, and in front of him was a big pit. The diameter of the pit was estimated to be several thousand meters, and the depth was several hundred meters. In the big pit, there were groups of green creatures. A closer look showed that their faces were hideous, wretched and terrifying.
“Good fellow!”
Duan Tianming's body trembled violently. This scene was even more shocking than the explosion of the first nuclear bomb used in war on Earth.
"This is really cruel!"
"Quick, play the music!"
He smiled, a sense of relief filling his heart. Thinking of what these monsters had done to his compatriots, all the guilt seemed so ridiculous. Of course, he could recruit them just like he recruited the surrendered troops of the magic tribe, but this would not be an easy explanation to the angry Yan people and the angry Yan army.
"boom!"
Several huge shells similar to missiles were fired, and then the earth mages in the spiritual legion next to them began to fill the soil frantically, just like cooking, with each step being very clear.
The goblins in the pit were already scared out of their wits. The stronger ones slaughtered the weaker ones, and the weaker ones bullied the weaker ones. They all drilled downwards. No one, not even the strongest, dared to go up. Compared to the way of death below, in this pit, the higher you go, the more terrifying it might be...
The goblin battlefield ended quickly, and several divine domains of Yan Country set out at the same time. The opponents they encountered were not easy to deal with, most of them were followers of gods, and most ordinary humans were still being enslaved.
Unfortunately, even the gods in this small to medium-sized divine domain, who have only developed for a few hundred years at most, have no ability to resist the steel torrent of Yan Country.
Under the crushing of weapons and equipment and combat strength, everything seemed to be meaningless. Any tactics, any spiritual power, had no variables under the attack of such level and grade.
In a forest, a legion of angels held swords and looked at the steel slowly advancing in front of them. They were disdainful, as if they could overturn everything at will.
However, the power of matter was not as fragile as they imagined. Tanks were not the BMWs they slaughtered in the past, and these ordinary humans were not the ordinary humans they imagined. When they finally used all means to bypass the anti-aircraft guns and force their way in front of these tanks, these graceful angels were already in a mess.
He raised the weapon in his hand slightly, and the flaming blade rushed out, and as expected, a tank was overturned.
The noble girl couldn't help but curl her lips, as if she was finally relieved. This group of ants were finally about to fall at her feet.
But one car followed another, one shot followed another, and finally she fell to the ground exhausted, looking at the ordinary humans who came out of those bulky iron shells unharmed and looking at her with a teasing look on their faces. Several spiritual races came and wrapped her body with chains that blocked spiritual power.
She never imagined that one day, the proud spiritual race would bow down to this group of ants, and would see the same disdain in front of these ants as she did.
It was truly an amazing experience.
In another divine realm, the demon covered in black energy took his sword and rushed madly towards the air force in front of him. This group of ants in the sky actually dared to look down on him.
The characteristics of the demons are bold and aggressive, and their powerful attack power and strong swords are their confidence.
Even though he was only a level five spiritual power unit, relying on his racial talent, he believed that he was capable of going in and out of here seven times.
boom!
The fireworks exploded.
"Alas! What a waste again!"
Wang Huo looked at the demon leader in front of him, and seemed to recall the days when their several armies joined forces to fight against the sixth-level spiritual power unit. Their firepower was so weak at that time, but now everything seems to be different.
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The bullets mixed into rain, and the beastmen rushing over fell down one after another.
Duan Tianming looked at this scene and seemed to remember the British and French allied forces fighting against the Qing cavalry. With only a few hundred troops, they were able to defeat tens of thousands of Eight Banners soldiers who were guarding the capital. Even if this group of cavalrymen were fearless and brave, everything seemed to have become a joke.
Of course, this group of beastmen are not completely powerless to resist, but the tanks of Yan Country were specially designed to fight against these spiritual races.
The powerful attack and penetration power blessed by the military soul, the mechanical protection facilities specially controlled by the spiritual race, various powerful weapons with bonuses, as well as the training and warfare methods specially created for hunting and the powerful battlefield reaction capabilities.
Such an army is naturally not without weaknesses, but Duan Tianming is confident that no matter how many spiritual power units come or what race they are, they cannot be said to be able to completely resist this firepower.
As for the combat power above the ninth level spiritual power unit, this group from the fourth level divine kingdom will never encounter it. You must know that according to the average value of the divine world, the productivity that can be provided by a single ninth level spiritual power unit is in the billions, and the promotion condition for a third level divine kingdom is just a productivity of over 100 million.
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