I have a city in another world

Chapter 5073 Death Frontline
One of the five major camps of the monk alliance, located in the Qiangu Valley of Xihong Prefecture, is now heavily defended and has established a hexagonal defense line.

It is no exaggeration to say that even a flying bird will be killed in an instant.

In order to defend the line of defense, the practitioners played all their cards, and dangers were everywhere within the defense range.

There are traps everywhere, and there may be sinister runic circles hidden among the inconspicuous vegetation.

There are also organ puppets and war machines, which are always on standby.

If there is an abnormality, it will be activated immediately to launch a crazy attack on the enemy.

There are also countless monks, wearing all kinds of battle armor, holding magic weapons and spiritual weapons, ready to fight.

This place where monks gather is divided into five floors inside and outside, and the defense line is one after another.

It can be said that it is extremely difficult for monsters to break through.

In the outermost area of ​​the line of defense, there are alloy formation flags, covered with dense red gold runes.

Chijin is the main defense, attack and kill, implying indestructibility.

The red gold array flags stretched endlessly, forming a giant rune circle, which not only had the effect of defense and blocking, but also had the effect of imprisonment.

There were a large number of monks in the rune circle, but all of them had gloomy and angry expressions.

For various reasons, they were forcibly placed on the most dangerous front lines, and death restraints were implanted in their bodies.

Once they leave the line of defense, they will be killed instantly.

Such despicable behavior clearly treats the monks as cannon fodder and forces them to defend this line of defense.

The monks were extremely angry, but they had no ability to resist.

No matter if it was the monks of the True Spirit Race or the high-level sects they belonged to, no one spoke for them at all.

It only needs to violate the rules of the alliance, regardless of whether it is true or not, it will be forcibly suppressed and banned.

At the very beginning, the monks complained that they had been wronged and applied for a review to be cleared of their crimes.

But it didn't take long for them to suddenly realize that this was a despicable method deliberately used by the alliance.

By planting and framing, detain an unwarranted charge, and then force the monks to stick to the line of defense.

Today's top executives of the alliance still need a little face to make such an operation.

As a group of sinners, it is reasonable and reasonable to guard the defense line for redemption.

Even if they die in battle unfortunately, they can only blame bad luck.

Although they knew this, the monks were unable to resist, and now they could only wait for death silently.

In my heart, I feel very regretful. If I had known today, I would never have joined the alliance.

I wanted to save my life, but in the end, I came to take the initiative to die.

The key is that the cannon fodder on the front line has obviously been carefully screened, and they are all ordinary monks without background.

If you don't believe me, if you ask around, you won't be able to find any monks with backgrounds or relatives of disciples and relatives of high-level disciples of the sect.

The practitioners on the first line of defense can already see the monster army, and it is rapidly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The vast land in the distance is full of monsters, big and small, many of which are evolutionary variants.

These monsters are huge in size, extremely hideous in appearance, and exude a strong stench.

A large number of monsters followed around, and they howled, as if they were pretending to be powerful.

There are also many monsters, clinging to the huge monsters, like densely packed parasites.

Although the monster came, it did not launch an attack, obviously restrained by orders.

We are gathering strength and preparing to launch a general attack.

The Monster Beast Clan knew very well that small-scale battles were meaningless and just a waste of time.

In the confrontation between the two sides, the first battle is the decisive battle.

This tense scene made the monks on the first line of defense panic and desperate, feeling like a grain of rice about to fall into a huge crushing plate.

Once the grinding plate formed by monsters and alliances is ruthless, it will directly grind them into powder.

From this moment on, the countdown to death has begun.

It was late at night and there was a thick fog.

Such a harsh environment is very suitable for sneak attacks by monsters, so the supervising team keeps issuing orders.

All monks are required to be highly vigilant, and no negligence is allowed.

Once a monk is perfunctory and dares to neglect his duties, he will be killed on the spot as a punishment.

As the war approaches, the supervising team no longer hides, and one after another reveals their ferocious true appearance.

Anyone who disobeys orders will be severely punished or even killed on the spot to deter other practitioners.

The war is coming, we must maintain the best condition, so as to cause greater casualties to the monsters.

Regarding the warning from the supervising team, the practitioners were silent, but they were resentful and contemptuous in their hearts.

These damn bastards forced them to die, but they stood behind and watched.

As lackeys of the top management of the alliance, the monks of the supervising team are cruel and ruthless.

Once the defense line is breached, these guys from the Supervisory Team will definitely evacuate immediately.

If possible, the cultivators would like to attack violently and tear the corpses of these members of the supervisory team to pieces.

However, the death restriction in the body and the strength of the supervisors make it difficult for practitioners to achieve their wishes.

The only thing he can do now is to pray secretly, hoping to save his life in the war.

In a dilapidated house on the front line, more than a dozen monks gathered together, silently looking at the wasteland ahead.

Although blocked by the night, they can still smell the unique stench of monsters.

As a few days passed, the smell became stronger and stronger, which proved that the distance between the monsters was getting closer.

Maybe after tonight, the monster will rush to the front and tear his body into pieces.

Thinking of that death scene, the monks shuddered, with indignant expressions on their faces.

"These damn bastards, if I have the ability, I will definitely make their lives worse than death!"

Next to the burning bonfire, a monk roared angrily, with a ferocious look on his face.

It was obvious that he was filled with rage and could explode at any time.

However, in such an environment, he is doomed to choose to forbear, and the result of the outbreak is death.

In the past, no one would have dared to say such remarks, otherwise if the supervising team knew about it, they would definitely not be able to escape the punishment of death.

But now that the war is about to start, the monks have no scruples, and it is not bad to die sooner or later.

"You're not the only one who thinks that way, among the brothers here, which one doesn't hold back a sigh of shame.

It's a pity that we are not strong enough, and if we fight, we will seek our own death, and now we can only live on, just to save our lives in the war..."

Another monk spoke, his tone full of helplessness.

Most of the practitioners on the defensive line had this idea. Unable to resist, they could only hope that they would become the lucky ones on the battlefield.

But they also knew that the possibility of surviving the war was slim.

Perhaps the final result is to become food for monsters and leave a pile of dung in this world.

"Ugh……"

A group of practitioners all sighed, without that kind of airy and arrogant posture.

In the dark corner, insects burrowed through the soil and crawled onto a monk's body.

The same is true for other practitioners, who have worms crawling on their bodies but don't realize it.

Suddenly, a small voice suddenly came to mind in the minds of the monks, and the tone was very strange.

"Who?"

The monks suddenly trembled, their faces turned pale, and they had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"I can help you to resolve the death restrictions on your body, and also allow you to save your lives in the war and gain greater strength.

What you have to do is to believe in the great demon god and become his most loyal servant! "

(End of this chapter)