Chapter 646 Primary Collision
The Mountain of Dreams, as one of the four cores of the Kingdom of Dreams, is not actually very conspicuous, at least not a mountain that towers into the clouds. It is just a somewhat large circular platform, glowing with a bloodthirsty red light. If people look at it for a long time, they will have an illusion, even if they are a Mahayana sword immortal who has transcended the tribulation.
If an ordinary dream recruit saw this, he would go crazy immediately.
Therefore, this place has always been heavily guarded. Wu Jun and He Yimou, the two great gods of law, personally suppress the patrols. There are also twelve demigods of law and 100,000 Mahayana sword immortals stationed nearby. Once anything rushes out, it will be killed immediately.
However, this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution, because the best way is to inject 10,000 units of dream laws into the Dream Mountain every year, so that the danger of the Dream Mountain will drop to zero, and at that time there will even be blooming flowers and green grass. But if the protection fee is not paid, it will be the current situation.
"Master, do you really want to do it yourself? How about I lead a few Sword Immortal Corps to clean up the mess. We Sword Immortals are not afraid of anyone."
He Yimou frowned and asked. He and Wu Jun were both puzzled by Zhang Yang's behavior of abandoning his original body and taking the field himself. Although this Master Xiao Geng has always been unreliable, to be honest, without this Master Xiao Geng, there would be no world of sword immortals today. If anything bad happened down there, I'll be responsible. That would be absolutely intolerable.
"It's okay. Just hold on here. Also, don't keep thinking that I, the sword master, can sweep the world. The dimensions are different, so what's so great about that? Just hold on to this place safely."
Zhang Yang scolded angrily, but he felt helpless in his heart. He couldn't say that somewhere his blunted true spirit particles had begun to re-condense into an identical body based on the real dimension structure. This would be too unfair to his previous deception and even more unfair to the butcher.
"Set off!"
Zhang Yang walked in front with a tragic look on his face, giving off an aura of "the wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold, and the hero will never return once he leaves."
Then came the Dream Spirit Legion that walked by silently. Because of Zhang Yang's previous instructions, they all remained silent and passed through the Dream Mountain like martyrs.
The Butcher and one hundred other dream spirit leaders had already cleared the way ahead, and each of them released their dream spirit domain, temporarily suppressing the dangerous aura emanating from the Dream Mountain, and acting as pathfinders.
As the saying goes, every profession has its specialties. The two gods of law in Wu County could only barely suppress the spread of the dangerous aura of the Dream Mountain.
But the butcher and the one hundred dream spirit commanders suppressed the dangerous aura effortlessly.
Then Zhang Yang dared to mobilize one million new recruits from the dream world. These recruits were too weak. They had neither strength nor fighting spirit. They were so rubbish that describing them as old, weak, sick and disabled was the highest compliment to them.
"Alas, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child!"
Zhang Yang thought secretly, and with tears in his eyes he took out the 100,000 units of dream rules that he had saved and used them to improve these dream recruits.
It must be worth mentioning that these dream recruits are really as dull as NPCs. They are dream creatures, yes, but they are extracted from ancient dreams by the dream-weaving divine skill, and cannot be compared with the butcher's vanguard army.
On the butcher's side, he had already formed a super powerful combat force with less than 20,000 units of the dream law, while on this side, 100,000 units of the dream law were used to upgrade all the one million dream recruits to the level of the old, weak, sick and disabled.
This is actually not cost-effective, but Zhang Yang has big ambitions! And he is really confident in the Butcher's Dream Spirit Legion. As long as he gets the first pot of gold at the foot of the Dream Mountain, he will be able to get it! For the dream creatures, the portal is given for free. There is no downward passage in the entire Dream Mountain, but they just ignored it and entered, and once they entered, they were on the first level, the Evil Dream Sea.
Although the name is weird and evil, the environment inside is basically the same.
At this time, the butcher and other pioneers had quickly cleared the area and flattened the area within a radius of thousands of miles. After all, they were really powerful.
Moreover, every time they kill a dream creature, they can obtain a tiny bit of dream laws (plus a small bit is automatically contributed to the wise and powerful dream law god Zhang Xigua Minesweeper Expert Yang), so the butchers are in a much better mood than before.
"Fatty Zhang, should we build a fortress here to prevent our retreat from being cut off?"
At this moment, the butcher's aura was fully open. He was more than ten meters tall, like a human torch, and the light of the dream could shine hundreds of miles away. As soon as he appeared, those old, weak, sick and disabled dream recruits seemed to be injected with chicken blood. They were full of energy, their teeth were stronger, and they enjoyed eating more. They were so eager to pledge themselves to him.
"No need. This is not reality. You don't need to use the same tactics as in reality. But one thing is very important. Try to simplify the weapons of your men. Don't use machine guns, cannons, or magic swords. Just use simple swords, spears, halberds, heavy cavalry, close combat and hacking and killing."
"Why?"
"Because this is a dream. What is a dream? It's not like you haven't had a dream before. It's ever-changing. If you make it too complicated and too fancy, you might get lost. Pay attention. I'm asking you to fight in close combat. It's not to test your fighting skills, but to let you knock out your opponent as technically as possible within the rules of the dream. Do you understand?"
Zhang Yang tried to describe it in simple and understandable language as much as possible.
"So it actually depends on fighting skills?" The voice of a certain Yangdandan sounded.
"Forget it, I can't explain it clearly at the moment. As long as we have a formal battle, you will understand everything." Zhang Yang was too lazy to explain. The most important thing was that he didn't know whether the experience he gained from the dream trumpet could still be used here.
The butcher pondered for a moment, then gave the order. All the army should replace their dream horses with cold weapons. The dream leaders could match them freely, while the dream captains were all required to have heavy cavalry. All the dream soldiers were configured as heavy infantry, spearmen, archers, and crossbowmen. As for the millions of old, weak, sick and disabled people, they could do as they pleased. With the little power of the laws on them, they could only materialize a simple set of leather armor and large wooden sticks, kitchen knives, iron forks and the like.
However, after this distribution is completed, most people actually understand it roughly.
This is one of the basic uses of the laws of dreams, which are different from the laws in the real dimension.
In a sense, it really is a simple collision game for the local tycoons.
The premise is that you are rich.
(End of this chapter)
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