Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 178
With the death of the giant, the balance of victory in this expedition completely fell to the cultivator's side.

After beheading the giant, Zhong Ci gained millions of cultivation points in one breath, but he didn't stop, and immediately turned around to deal with those low-level monsters.

Although the cultivation value provided by a monster with Nascent Soul combat power is expensive, it is not enough compared to what the vast number of low-level monsters can provide, counting tens of millions of cultivation bases.

Some monsters were killed by those monks before, which made him feel distressed enough. Now that the biggest hidden danger has been solved, how can he continue to work and his money is earned by others.

Those ordinary monsters had already been persecuted by the monks on the periphery with altars, and gathered within a hundred miles of the county town.

This is already a very small range for Zhong Ci, so small that his sun and moon phantom can cover this area with only a small amount of power.

So after only thirty breathless hours, the remaining hundreds of thousands of monsters below had all been reduced to fly ash.

So Zhong Ci became very popular all at once.

Completely ignoring the consumption of mana, large expanses of sky fire, illuminated by the sun and moon overhead, fell into the crowd of monsters already extremely crowded below.

Facing the terrifying flames of the Nether Sky Fire, these monsters are not as resistant as the giant monster before. They often burn when they touch it, and die when they burn, and they will burn to ashes after a dozen breaths at most.

Along with the dust flying all over the sky, a large number of cultivation points also floated towards Zhong Ci like snowflakes.

Practice is so cruel.

In the face of a Nascent Soul's all-out attack, no existence under the Nascent Soul could resist, not even able to support it for a while.

The law has a crushing characteristic for any existence that has not mastered the law.

This is an essential difference, and it cannot be made up by numbers alone. Just like the army that is still in the cold weapon period in the face of nuclear bombs, no matter how many people there are, tens of millions, they will not be able to withstand the explosion of nuclear bombs.

The battle to recover Jiangzhou, along with the recovery of Xiling County City, has come to an end.

The army of monks led by Zhong Ci has completed the goal of the first phase, recovering the lost land and establishing the Dharma altar.

However, this is only the first step, and there is still a long way to go before you can sit back and relax completely.

If it is defeated, it must be able to hold, otherwise it will be lost once it is regained, and the previous sacrifice will become meaningless.

So in the next period of time, Zhong Ci led the monks to constantly patrol the nodes in the newly recovered three counties, built some missing altars, and completely perfected the fortifications here.

The real test came soon.

Although the three counties in the west of Jiangzhou were quickly recovered, they became extremely conspicuous like a small head in the front line of protecting the state.

The most important thing is that this protruding little head is not protected by the state protection formation and can only rely on its own strength to resist the erosion of the demonic tide.

Those thousands of heavenly pillars piercing the sky, like dazzling stars, immediately attracted the monsters within tens of thousands of miles nearby.

A large number of monsters are like moths, crazily rushing towards the light here. They are not afraid of life and death, and they are endless, constantly impacting the altars everywhere.

Some dharma altars on the periphery of the three counties were almost instantly breached by the monsters with their numerical advantage.

Then Zhong Ci will come quickly to clean up the monsters around this altar, and lead people from behind to rebuild a new altar.

However, he only built a new one here, and the altars in other places began to fall again, and he had to go back again to take it back.

So again and again.

One house fell here, and Zhong Ci went to rescue one house. He rescued one house here, and another one began to fall there.

He acted as a firefighter, supporting wherever there was a fire, leading people to retake dozens of fallen altars almost every day.

However, although the work was tiring, Zhong Ci didn't feel so tired.

Although the daily workload is a bit larger, the rewards obtained after work are also great.

Although there are only [-] monks presiding over each altar in the three western counties, the altar is linked to the sun, moon, stars, and earth, and with the help of the power of heaven and earth, its defense is not weak.

In addition, each dharma altar is connected to each other, which can disperse the connection network to a certain extent, and the defense of any dharma altar is greatly strengthened.

Therefore, to break through an altar, the number of monsters needed is often more than a hundred times the number of monks in the altar, that is, thousands of monsters can break through an altar.

Therefore, when Zhong Ci received the news from the Dharma Altar, when Zhong Ci went to recover, he was often able to kill thousands of monsters, and he could get hundreds of thousands to hundreds of thousands of cultivation points at a time.

After a day, millions of cultivation points will be earned.

The harvest is so rich, even if it is a little hard work, he is still happy.

However, a large number of altars continued to fall and recover, resulting in a large number of casualties.

Once the dharma altar fell, it meant that at least thirty monks were killed in battle. Dozens of dharma altars were breached every day, which also brought at least a thousand monks to die every day.

This place has been reduced to a meat grinder.

Constantly devouring the lives of monks and monsters.

It was good for the first month. Every time a monk died in battle on Zhongci's side, he would be replaced in time by the rear.

However, in the past one month, tens of thousands of monks were killed or injured, but the number of monsters who came to besiege did not decrease at all, making it difficult to continue.

Those monks who died were not all lonely and widowed, they also had relatives, family members, masters and friends, and so many died at once, the rear can be said to be upside down, many people have feelings for Zhong Ci, the Nascent Soul Some resentment.

If he hadn't attracted a large number of monsters and greatly reduced the defense pressure of the other surrounding states, he would have withdrawn a long time ago. This is just an expeditionary army.

But even if they are not withdrawn now, the quality and number of monks newly sent to the rear for reinforcements are getting worse and worse.

Zhong Ci was also unable to maintain the huge altar covering the three counties, and the defense line shrunk one after another. Finally, five months later, he completely abandoned the two counties of Anling and Xiling, and led the remaining tens of thousands of monks back to Guangwu County.

By this time.

His majestic expedition could have been declared a failure.

Guangwu County.

Within the county town.

Zhong Ci stood on the tall city tower, looking at the dejected faces of the monks nearby, with normal expressions on his face.

"Has it finally failed?" He seemed to be asking rhetorically, but also seemed to be sighing.

However, there is no sense of despondency in the dejected words, but there is some joy in them.

As soon as the streamer came flying in the distance, Zhong Ci reached out to catch it, and soon read the message in it, which was the words passed to him by Venerable Mirror Moon.

"But time finally let me last."

After struggling for half a year in the demonic tide, reinforcements from other continents finally arrived.

(End of this chapter)