Chapter 861: Million Coalition

For the next day, Lin Beichen was playing on his mobile phone.
　　 "Hey, this is not the life I want..."
　　 Lin Beichen sighed sadly: "It has become the salted fish lying on the sofa and swiping the phone all day in the previous life. Alas, this broken phone has mistaken me and ruined my youth."
　　 A familiar feeling of emptiness can't help but float in his heart.
　　 Must do something.
　　Life should be positive.
　　 He tried to get up.
　　 But the final result was only to change to a more comfortable posture on the seat.
"No, in the previous life I was on the broken bed and the sofa, but now I am lying on the seat of the Lord of the Sword. Although I had a dozen girlfriends in the previous life, I licked them. In this life, they licked. Hahaha..."
　　 Thinking about it, Lin Beichen laughed out a pig cry.
　　 He opened the Weibo APP.
　　 The Lord of Sword is always in the rising fandom.
　　 has 13.1 million fans now.
　　If you continue at this speed...
　　 Well, in the battle of tomorrow, she will definitely be hanged.
Really been waiting.
　　 Tomorrow seems to be able to pretend again.
　　 But before that, for the sake of safety, let's do a little experiment first.
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　　 In the clouds, the wind is hunting.
　　 The sea of ​​clouds is rolling, it is a spectacle.
　　 A super giant blue bird with a wingspan of 5,000 meters, stretched its wings, and flew quickly and smoothly through the clouds.
　　 is like a bird's back on the flat ground, carrying a golden square palace, majestic and majestic, not like a place on earth, as if it is a dwelling place for gods.
　　 The gate of the palace.
　　 The middle-aged man in flaming red light armor let out a sigh of relief.
　　 With surprise and anger in his eyes, he turned and entered the hall.
　　 The golden 氤 circulates in the space inside the hall.
　　 is like star dust flowing.
　　 Unique laws and power fluctuations, surging and rolling in the hall.
　　 "The subordinates are not doing things well, please be punished by the master."
　　 He knelt down on one knee and looked respectful.
　　 There are golden steps in front of him.
　　 the top of the steps.
　　 A slender figure dressed in a black cloth robe, turned his back, staring at a flowing golden portrait on the wall of the temple, standing quietly with his hands behind him.
　　 This person's body does not emit the slightest energy fluctuations, and his long hair is like snow. Just being a figure from his back gives people a sense of lofty and unpredictable etherealness.
　　 "I wanted to give him the throne, but this fate, but I didn't expect it to kill him... The fate is so woven, I can't control it all."
　　 The figure in the mysterious yellow cloth robe sighed.
　　 The straight edge of Beihai Capital was really beyond his expectations.
　　 The Central Empire Alliance missions do things, but there will be omissions?
　　 "Walk through it yourself."
　　The figure in the mysterious yellow cloth robe slowly turned around, revealing a handsome and extraordinary face.
　　 A pair of eyes are as deep and remote as a thousand-year-old lake, as if one glance can penetrate the mysteries of the world.
"Since my father is dead, there is no need to stay in Beihai Capital. Kill it and bring Qin Lanshu mother and daughter to me. As for the Lord of Sword... I originally wanted to keep her decent, but now I don’t need to let her become It’s not bad that the first fallen in the eastern real continent."
　　 He looked at the middle-aged man kneeling down on one knee, indifferently.
　　 "Subordinates understand." 　　 The middle-aged man stood up and saluted very respectfully: "After the subordinates finish the work, they will rush to the Central Empire Alliance as soon as possible to join the master."
"Yep."
　　The young man in the mysterious yellow robe raised his hand and picked it off. From the stardust circulating in the void, he took a pellet, flicked it with his finger, and shot it between the middle-aged man's eyebrows.
　　 "Give you the power of the wilderness, be sure to go back quickly."
　　 He said, then turned back.
　　 "Yes, master."
　　 The middle-aged man turned and left the golden palace, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.
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　　 The wind whispers and province.
　　 Chaohui City is very lively.
　　 The sounds of the snare drums are constantly sounding.
　　 At the gate of the southwest city, the [Mining Army], known as the first strong army of Zhaohui, is quickly gathering.
　　 Qianqian, honored as the chief general, is reviewing the army.
　　 The girl is dressed in a specially-made silver fitting armor, which outlines a beautiful body arc, and the scarlet cloak flies behind her, full of power.
　　 Under the crotch is a huge blue wolf whose size is obviously beyond the normal range of the race.
　　 is the mutant ice wolf mistress she raised up.
　　 Qianqian, fully armed, received Lin Beichen's promise and is now the first commander of the mining army.
　　 She rode a giant green wolf, patrolling around the front of the school ground decently, holding a stern gaze hard, and scanning the face of a famous mining army soldier.
　　The soldiers stood out.
　　 "Very good, very energetic."
　　 Qianqian praised loudly.
　　The mining army is worthy of being a warhead created by the young master himself.
　　 Every warrior possesses absolute loyalty and strong combat power, and it is no less inferior to the Forbidden Army returning from the outer market in the Beihai Examination Group.
　　 Qianqian's blood burns when she thinks that she will lead such a warhead in the battlefield.
　　In the distance, in another schoolyard.
　　 The marching oath ceremony of the Zhaohui army is in progress.
　　 In addition to the mining army, Chaohui Dacheng has a standing war department of 600,000. This time there will be 400,000 elites going with the army.
　　 But yesterday, City Lord Cui Hao ordered another 300,000 militiamen to be temporarily recruited as auxiliary soldiers.
　　 In this way, the total force mobilized by Chaohui Dacheng was around 700,000.
　　 The recruitment of 300,000 militiamen was completed overnight.
　　 is no small miracle.
　　 Shocked Beihai Renhuang and others.
　　 Everything in this city seems to have incredible magic power, which shocked the nerves of Beihai Renhuang and others, refreshing their cognition.
　　 "400,000 main combat troops, 300,000 auxiliary troops, 10,000 super elite troops, plus the forbidden troops of the assessment group returning from the market, this force is enough"
　　 Beihai Renhuang has a wonderful confidence.
　　 And the old general Xiao Yan, the Seventh Prince and others were also extremely excited.
　　 They waited for this moment for a long, long time.
　　 The swearing ceremony for the expedition soon ended.
　　 The army set off in mighty force.
　　 from Zhaohui City.
　　At the same time, 400,000 sea tribe troops outside the city have been assembled.
　　 This is the result of the discussion between Cui Hao and the sea chief Yanying
　　The Sea Clan will send troops and strong men to cooperate with the Beihai Emperor to fight, and in exchange with the Beihai Emperor, after the restoration of the country, follow the policies of Chaohui Dacheng and carry out in-depth exchanges and cooperation with the land and sea people.　　 Putting it before, the Emperor of Beihai might hesitate a bit.
　　 But after seeing the equal coexistence of Zhaohui City and the Sea Clan, the Emperor of Beihai readily agreed.
　　 The total strength of the Liberation Army has reached more than one million.
　　Leaving Chaohui City, the coalition troops divided into four groups and moved quickly towards the capital.
　　The strategic plan is also very simple-
　　 Concentrate the superior forces and reach the capital at the fastest speed. As long as they conquer the capital, wipe out the head of Wei, and regain control of the imperial power, they can occupy the general trend and order other major provinces.
　　 After all, Wei's foundation is shallow.
　　 As long as the Emperor of Beihai is able to appease and win, it is expected to regain control of the country's situation in a short time.
　　 When the general situation is set, then the thunder sweeps the acupoints and generally attacks the Qiancao Xing Province, and uproots Wei.
　　 Of course, the big strategy is simple, but the small tactics dare not carry anything. The Military Staff will follow the army, and successive orders will continue to go down.
　　 Numerous teams of scouts, various forward forces, secret interceptors, flying cavalry and airship troops in the sky, spread out like dense tentacles.
　　War has never been a simple matter.
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　　 From day to noon.
　　 The sky is blue and the spring is warm.
　　 Air PM2.5 is 0.
　　 The Lord of Sword has been in retreat.
　　 Through the Weibo APP, we can see that her number of fans has reached 14.1 million, and the growth is not unpleasant.
　　 But there is a gap of more than two million from Thousand Grass God's 16.57 million.
　　 The gap is still obvious.
　　 The priests of the temple such as Pope Hua Qingyan have all gone down the mountain, entered the capital, and tried every means to consolidate their faith, increase the number of believers, and make their final efforts for the upcoming battle.
　　 At this time, Wei's action to slaughter the city after the capture of the capital demonstrated its most vicious and effective side.
　　 Obviously, if it were not for the massacre of millions of citizens, the number of followers of the Lord of Sword would definitely exceed 16 million.
　　 Time is passing fast.
　　 The time for the decisive battle finally arrived.
　　 Lin Beichen stood at the door of the Divine Grace Hall, overlooking the entire capital.
　　 The poison of war has brought large scars to the city.
　　 The smoke has not yet cleared.
　　 Lin Beichen raised his eyes and looked to the far northeast.
　　 A frightening breath is approaching quickly.
　　 Familiar and powerful.
　　 is the Thousand Grass God who has already shot once yesterday.
　　The difference is that he was shot by the shadow of the clone yesterday.
　　 But today it is his true body that has arrived.
　　 Even after hundreds of miles away, the energy of the Thousand Grass God has begun to bloom, and the sky began to tremble sharply, as if it could not bear this terrifying aura.
　　 "Can't wait to wait?"
　　 Lin Beichen muttered to himself.
　　 Obviously, the Thousand Grass God is very eager, and he doesn't even plan to have any communication with the Lord of Sword. He wants to take a direct shot and completely erase everything in the capital in an instant.
　　 "It's so rude."
　　 Lin Beichen draws a cold arc at the corner of his mouth: "In that case, before the show begins, let me say hello to you and teach you to be polite."
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