The World’s Strongest Legion System

"I don't know, when will we be able to gather one million Tier 3 system soldiers and summon the second Overlord Golden Body?"

Li Wenhao sighed softly in his heart and continued to focus on the battlefield.

It was already around two o'clock in the afternoon.

It's been four hours since it started at six in the morning.

The Langya Army defended the city, and there was time to take turns to trim and eat.

The Yan Clan army under the city has not rested, coupled with the ravages of the sandstorm, even the warriors are already very tired.

"Look, the sandstorm has broken!"

On the battlefield, I didn't know who shouted, the Yan Clan soldier who had been insisting in the wind and sand raised his head blankly.

Sure enough, the whistling sound in the ear disappeared, the yellow wind and sand that covered the sky and the sun also stopped, the long-lost sunlight fell on the earth again, and even the sky became bright.

"Haha, the sandstorm is broken, brothers charge!" During the battle, Yan Guangzu shouted in excitement, waving the long knife in his hand vigorously.

"Kill, the aboriginal formation is broken, and the city gates are blasted open. Everyone has a reward!"

"Brothers work harder, and you can rest after you capture the city!"

"Uga, Uga, go!"

After blocking them for so long, the sandstorm formation like a scourge finally broke, and the soldiers of the Yan Clan army were ecstatic.

A full 100,000 people, ten square formations, lined up in two rows and rushed towards the city wall.

"Langya child, I think you are not dead this time, we pass our military order, the whole army is pressed, you must break the city before sunset!"

On the command platform, Yan Guang Zuo Mu roared with a pair of scarlet eyes, and his originally pale lips turned red.

"Boss, the whole army is pressing on, the formation is too dense, should you slow down?" Behind him, a seventh-order Yan Clan general said a little uneasy.

"What's the time? Our trebuchet and artillery are all destroyed. If we miss today, we will have to wait for a few more days?" Yan Guang Zuomu looked over with a pair of cold eyes, and the seventh-order general was stunned.

I want to ask, why are you so anxious, wouldn't it be better to wait until the blood wave breaks out and attack again?

Unfortunately, facing Shang Yanguang Zuomu's desire to eat people, he did not dare to speak again.

"What kind of treasure is there in the forbidden area in this ruin, worthy of the old fox, Yan Guang Zuomu, so anxious?"

Standing in the back, Shichuan Fuji, the second shopkeeper of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce who kept silent, narrowed his eyes slightly.

This time, Yan Guang Zuo Mu threatened and lured him, but it took him a lot of money to bring Master Huang to help.

He knows the forbidden area in the ruins. Although there must be a treasure, Yanguang Zuomu Tangtang, an eighth-level strongman, has been the patriarch of the Yan clan for decades. What treasure hasn't been seen before? As for this?

Two of the three sons died, do you want to occupy this place regardless?

At first, he thought that Yan Guang Zuomu's purpose was to seek revenge from King Langya, but now it seems that this is not the case.

From the beginning to the end, Yanguang Zuomu was for the treasures in the forbidden area.

"Could it be that the legend, in the battle of ancient betrayal, Yan Emperor dragged his wounds and fled back to the seventh continent, is it true?"

Zichuan Tengmeng felt aroused, thinking of a rumor that he had occasionally heard.

But the battle of the ancient betrayal was so tragic. The final space channel was destroyed by the first plane. The three great emperors of the seventh continent, the Yan Emperor, the Barbarian Emperor, and the Beast Emperor, were besieged and killed by more than a dozen Golden Horn Tauren.

He didn't believe that Emperor Yan could escape back.

What's more, if you really escaped back, with the identity of Emperor Yan, how could there be no movement in such a big event?

But now, he was a little shaken!

Think about it, Yan Emperor’s ninth-tier profound soldier "Yanlong Jin Ge!"

After the death of the ninth-level strong, it can make the eighth-level strong quickly complete the great perfection and step into the ninth-level semi-divine realm!

"Gudong!" Zichuanteng swallowed hard and spit, and then looked at Yanguang Zuomu's back, scared into a cold sweat.

If the guess is true, do they still have a living?

"Zichuan Teng, are you uncomfortable?" At this moment, Yan Guang Zuo Mu suddenly turned his head without warning, and asked with a faint expression in his eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm fine, but there is still a business at home, and I need to go to Dylan as soon as possible!" The scared soul of Zichuanteng is almost flying.

He cursed inwardly, why was he so blinded by the lard, he didn't listen to Hei Qi's persuasion, and came here with Huang Lao!

This is beautiful, and I want to court the Yanguang family, but I will lose my life and lose a lot of money if I don't do it well.

"Business? What kind of business can be bigger than mine, push it!" Yan Guang Zuo Mu turned his head with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

How could it be possible to have already reached him?

Unfortunately, he hadn't been happy for a minute. A Tier 7 expert hurriedly flew from behind and fell by his side. He whispered: "My lord, Bai Mu Qingfu ran away with blood and blue light, and all the guards were killed!"

"What, you rubbish, didn't I say to keep an eye on the Bermuziers? How could he let him run away with someone?" Yan Guang Zuo Mu suddenly got up, his eyes widened.

"Old man, it is Guangzu!" The seventh-order strong man lowered his head with an ugly expression. Although half of the words were said, everyone understood the meaning.

"Idiot, how did I raise such an idiot!" Yan Guang trembled lightly all over, and the crutches in his hand rattled.

"Go, send someone to chase, go to Drew City, Bermuzier must be the undercover agent bought by the Yanjin family!"

"Comply with the order!" The seventh-order strongman took the command, turned his head and called a few masters, and flew north together.

"Good fellow, is the Yan Clan fighting so intense?"

When Zi Chuan Teng heard this later, he regretted it more and more. Now the Yan Jin family is in power.

He seems to be flattering, he took the wrong shot, and maybe even offended the Yanjin family.

"Ahem!" Master Huang turned his head to the side, giving a very disgusting look, and his face became unsightly.

He actually didn't want to come, but was fooled by Zichuanteng.

"Boom, boom," the city wall shook violently, shouting killing and shaking the sky, receiving Yanguang Zuomu's order, the 300,000 Yan tribe army charged together.

Looking from the top of the city, there was a lot of blackness, like a tide of human head, with no edge in sight.

More than two hundred fire giant phantoms, one next to each other, are quite a bit of an old legend attacking the city. A large group of dogs blows fire against the city wall, airtight.

"Bang, bang, bang." The phantoms of the Langya army's battle formation, outnumbered, shattered one after another, and even the phantoms of the golden armored warriors were broken several times.

"His Royal Highness, order the cannon, or the wall will collapse!" Luna Ying was covered in blood and ran over with his throat.

The black face is full of sweat, and the dignified seventh-order powerhouse can rush into this, which shows the danger of the battle.

"Wait, order the soldiers to throw fire oil down the city!" Li Wenhao strained his face and stared at the airtight phantom of the giant fire.

"Hey!"

Reluctantly, Lunaying turned his head and ran back: "Throw kerosene, throw all kerosene!"

"Rumble," the battle roared, and pots of kerosene burned into flames under the city.

The Flame Giant Phantom of the Yan Clan Army was in front, not only resisting the erosion of arrows and flames, but also vigorously attacking the Langya Army Phantom's line of defense.

"Kachacha," Finally, a loophole appeared in the defense line, and several sections of the city wall were overwhelmed. Under the attack of the Fire Giant Phantom, large cracks broke out.

"His Royal Highness, it's time!" Sergeant Fu Baichuan couldn't sit still.

"Wait!" Li Wenhao's eyes remained firm, but the fine sweat on his forehead exposed his heart.

In fact, it was a panic too!