Pushing forward and being invincible: starting from adding points in the dream

Chapter 341 He, he, he’s coming!
Click.

In a study room in Yungang.

The carved window opened silently, and a figure in a black robe appeared quietly.

"You are hurt?"

He asked doubtfully, with a hint of undisguised surprise.

Looking along the direction, I saw a black bat standing upside down on the roof of the study, and soon landed on the leather chair and turned into a man in a wide-brimmed hat.

Evil and handsome, he should be flawless.

But you can see blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the bloodshot eyes are much darker.

"Miscalculation."

The blood at the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared, and he raised his hand and attacked outwards.

Puff puff!
Black bats flew in from all directions and merged into his body as if they were diving into water.

Gradually, the scarlet in his eyes became brighter, and his originally weak breath was barely restored.

"Tsk tsk, I can hurt you to this extent, even part of your origin is missing."

The man in black robe laughed strangely, without any sympathy or pity. Instead, his eyes flashed, as if he was mocking.

He was well aware of the abilities of the person in front of him.

It is a unique power that can transform into thousands of bats, disperse and transfer part of the origin at any time, and create powerful clones that are almost independent of the original body.

But
"Even if your clone was killed, you shouldn't be so embarrassed, right?"

A doubtful question was raised, and the man in black robe tried again.

The man in the wide-brimmed hat shook his head and put down his hand.

Click.

The carved window closed silently. Even though he had retracted most of his clones, he was still nearly one-third weaker and his strength had dropped significantly.

"He has some problems."

Squinting his eyes, he recalled the last scene sent back by his clone.

The origin that should have exploded and withdrawn was actually intervened by some force and forcibly intercepted in place.

It's hard to believe this came from a human being.

"So what are you going to do?"

The man in black robe seemed to be thinking about something and didn't ask any more questions. He just licked his lips quietly and glanced at him greedily.

As if he didn't notice the other person's subtle expression, the man in the wide-brimmed hat waved his hand and a black bat flew out of his body and then fell to the ground.

In just a few seconds, she transformed into a young, beautiful, exquisitely crafted and enchanting human woman.

"If the plan fails, try another one."

"Control a group of people first."

hum! !

Under the scorching sun, blue sky and white clouds.

"let's go."

"I hope Lord Feng Chen can lead them back safely."

"I wish you a successful start"

The soldiers on the city wall showed expectant and worried looks, raised their heads to the sky, and offered blessings and prayers in their hearts.

Looking carefully, seven or eight huge eagles flew over the black city wall, and at least dozens of elite warriors of level three or above stood above them.

"Mr. Feng Chen, we are going to the Black Blade Tribe this time."

"The headquarters of the snake people's alliance army is here. There may be more than one saint here."

On the back of the giant flying eagle, Auron, fully armed and wearing silver heavy armor, spoke in a deep voice.

He was holding a huge parchment map in his hand. The howling wind caused the parchment to sway slightly.

"Ah."

Nodding, Chen Feng specially changed into a set of sturdy black armor given by the Holy City, and rode on the same flying eagle with the other party.

It was about seven or eight meters in size, with brown feathers, and its aura was at the peak level of the fourth rank.

Based on past communications, he learned that this was a special kind of exotic beast that was tamed and raised in captivity in the Holy City.

It needs a large amount of blood and precious resources to be fed. It can reach the third level when it reaches adulthood, and some powerful ones have the opportunity to break through to the fourth level.

There is also an Eagle King among them, which is Adams’ mount, with the strength of level five.

"Approximately how far is it?"

"It will take three days."

Oron gave a rough itinerary and Chen Feng nodded without asking any more questions.

Everything went according to his plan, and his second dream just happened to coincide with the agreed departure time from the Holy City.

Since he had decided to deal with the Snakeman Tribe, he didn't waste any time and directly chose the alliance headquarters of the Snakeman army, the Black Blade Tribe.

It is the largest tribe closest to the Holy City and is also the best target for achieving the fastest results and undermining the morale of the Snake people.

As for the danger
hum!
The white-grey giant flashed past in the clouds above, and a slight chill came from his hands.

Looking down, I saw it was an exquisite silver short-blade dagger.

There were several complicated patterns on it, and it was the same sword that Carrie had used before. It was handed to her personally by the other party before she set out today.

After careful perception, Chen Feng could see a hint of golden edge hidden in it, and even his sense of perception felt a little painful.

This is the power of the holy sword.

But at the critical moment, he could pull out the scabbard of the dagger and swing it out.

He estimated that its power had already exceeded the sixth level.

“I don’t know how.”

Squinting his eyes slightly, Chen Feng was somewhat curious about the true appearance of the holy sword, and also curious about what means the Holy City used to seal its power in this silver dagger.

and.

Somehow, he also inexplicably felt that the malice marked by the Snake Spirit Secret Realm's rejection was fading away quickly.

It was as if the power of the holy sword concealed the cause and effect for him and blocked the gaze of some existence.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why the Saint of the Serpent Temple was so shocked when Carrie came with the power of the holy sword to help him break the barrier.

Because even the Snake Temple would be disturbed by this and it would be difficult to guess its whereabouts.

The thought flashed through his mind, and he played with the silver dagger for a moment, before finally wearing it around his black armored waist.

The group left quickly, and someone looked back at the holy city.

They were not sure whether they could come back alive, and most of them decided to die before setting out.

As if sensing something.

Some people in the palace of the holy city also looked out for a long time and could vaguely see several human figures that had turned into small dots.

The young man on the throne looked old and weak.

The man in golden armor and the woman in green vines on the left and right sides had different expressions, but both had a hint of worry.

"hope everything is fine."

Wow! !

A few days later.

The wind was blowing fiercely, and dozens of winged snakes were circling in the air.

This is a large flat area located at the foot of a low mountain, landing on a plain near a lake.

There are stone walls surrounding it, solemnly separating the inside and the outside.

Every ten or so meters there is a black stone tower, with two snakemen sentinels carrying longbows and quivers standing in each tower, alert to the outside world.

If you look down, you can see the wooden houses of the camp lined up in layers inside the stone walls, and the sound of dense footsteps continues to be heard.

Black-scaled snakemen wearing armor and holding spears were patrolling nearby, and there were also snakemen with red, silver, and even other colored scales. At a glance, there were at least a thousand of them.

"Why don't you gather your troops and attack the Holy City?"

"I don't know. Could it be because of that outsider?"

"Is he really as powerful as the rumors say?"

Low whispers were heard among the scattered snakemen warriors. There were not only people from the Black Blade Tribe here, but also many small and medium-sized tribes that depended on them for survival.

Most of the Snake people don't know why the above decision was made, but they are all confident and clear about it.

"The Holy City is nothing but a turtle shell. If all the saints work together, we will surely be able to destroy it."

"That's right. If we can capture the Holy City as soon as possible, we snake people will be able to completely rule the entire continent!"

"No matter how powerful that outsider is, he can never be compared to the saintly high priests of the tribes."

Similar sounds continued to be heard. A snake man saw the human slave trembling in the corner, and he picked up a whip and hit him hard, insulting and ravaging him while laughing.

Such a scene is just a microcosm of the corners of wooden houses in the Black Blade Tribe, and it happens frequently.

But contrary to the mood of these snake people, inside the wooden house in the center that was isolated by a barrier, there was a sense of worry.

"The temple sent a message saying that outsiders have arrived and have temporarily lost their tracking traces. We must be careful."

"Last time, even the Barbarian Bone Saint was defeated. Do you think he will come and kill us?"

"It seems we need to make plans early. How about we withdraw our troops temporarily and regroup after he leaves?"

"Impossible. Those small tribes are in remote locations. If we withdraw our troops, we don't know when we can gather them again."

The chief priests and elders of medium and large snake tribes were sitting in the wooden house, nearly ten of them.

The weakest one has the strength of level five, and the three leaders are sitting in the most important position.

Some were dressed in black robes and looked gloomy and silent, some wore red-scale hoods, and some were burly and wore silver armor.

They were the three high priests of the Black Blade, Fire Rong and Silver Wood tribes, all of whom were saint-level powerful beings.

"Rong Yan, what do you think?"

The Black Blade High Priest asked in a deep voice. Among the eight tribes, the Black Blade and Huo Rong had the closest relationship.

“Many small and medium-sized tribes don’t know the truth about outsiders.”

"If we tell the truth, I'm afraid it will shake the morale of the army and will be detrimental to the siege."

The old snake man wearing a red hood and covered with fiery red scales shook his head, his tone somewhat serious and sighing.

The Black Blade High Priest became a little annoyed upon seeing this, and from beginning to end he was holding back an unacceptable anger and suspicion in his heart.

Man Gu, who is a level stronger than himself, is the temple saint chosen by the Winged Serpent King.

He could not understand why that despicable outsider was able to kill him and even repel a ray of power that descended from the Winged Serpent King in response to his prayers.

"How long will it take for the reinforcements from the other five tribes to arrive?"

The burly snake man wearing heavy silver armor suddenly spoke, with a cold light in his snake pupils.

Although outsiders should not be underestimated, he was also very dissatisfied with the so-called plan to attack the holy city.

The eight major tribes should have worked together on this matter, but in the end, only their three major tribes were left consuming their own resources and the strength of the tribes under their command.

If the delay continues, his Silver Wood Tribe will withdraw its troops no matter what.

"Because of the long distance between the north and the south, and the rugged mountains of Tianshang Mountain."

"The message from the five major tribes is still on the way. It may take until next month for it to actually reach the south."

A fifth-level snakeman elder answered with a trembling voice, feeling a little nervous.

Bang!
As expected, the Silverwood High Priest slammed the table and stood up, his face full of anger.

"Then retreat!"

"Let them explain to the temple themselves!"

The aura of a sixth-level saint emanated from the room, shaking the entire wooden house and causing dense ripples to appear on the barrier separating the inside and outside.

The atmosphere trembled and became quiet, and the pressure filled with anger caused several snake elders to tremble and lower their heads slightly.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the Black Blade High Priest quickly suppressed his annoyance and spoke in time.

"Yin Cang, the five major tribes are such bastards."

"Our three tribes are of the same origin. If they don't arrive, then our army won't set out."

The Black Blade High Priest was also very dissatisfied with the petty tricks of the five northern tribes.

As they looked at each other, Rong Yan, the high priest of the Huorong tribe, nodded slightly and followed suit.

"That's right, Yin Cang, this is the will of the temple after all."

"If you withdraw your troops now, wouldn't that give the people of the five major tribes an advantage and let them be right?"

The two of them sang in unison and managed to comfort and appease the other.

"When can we reach the temple?"

The Silverwood High Priest named Yin Cang asked in a deep voice, barely suppressing his anger and still standing where he was.

"The temple sent a message that an angel responded to the prayer and sent down two portions of angelic power."

"The two holy envoys we sent out are already on their way and will arrive the day after tomorrow at the latest."

The fifth-level snake elder of the Black Blade Tribe answered respectfully and took out the special secret order he had just received today.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the wooden house was stunned, and then they saw those pairs of snake eyes emit bright light.

"Hahaha, okay."

The Black Blade High Priest suddenly smiled, and his irritability dissipated a lot.

The power of angels, and two of them.

If the messenger can arrive in time, then his Black Blade Tribe will naturally have nothing to worry about, and the snakeman army will not have to worry about sudden attacks from outsiders and the holy city.

Similar thoughts arose in their minds, and the two saints, Rong Yan and Yin Cang, both looked relieved. The latter slowly sat back in his original seat without saying anything more.

"It seems that this war should be over soon."

The group discussed the follow-up plan. The Black Blade High Priest chuckled, and everyone understood what he meant.

The power of angels is self-evident. Maybe we will have a chance to achieve greater results, or even capture the holy city in one fell swoop.

At that time, if it is really successful, it will be the credit of the three major tribes themselves.

As for the five major tribes that kept delaying their march
"I suddenly hope they won't come."

Saint Yin Cang sneered and spoke, and Hei Ren responded with a smile, while blaming his elders for not reporting the matter first.

Suddenly, there was some discussion.

The confidence of the snake people present increased greatly, and some even began to propose luring and killing the outsiders and the commander of the Holy City's legion.

"this is a good idea."

The Black Blade High Priest laughed heartily. He would never forget the embarrassment he had experienced outside the black wall of the holy city when he was left in such a mess by the colossus creature and the outsider.

If this despicable outsider could be killed in public, or even enslaved, he would be completely turned into a sacrifice to the snake god.

Then he might be able to receive more blessings and make further progress.

The snake's pupils became brighter and the cruel cold light became increasingly intense.

Everyone will make detailed arrangements accordingly.

but.

next second.

boom! !

A sudden loud noise tore through the sky and shook the earth.

The expressions of all the snake-men elders and priests froze, and then turned into continuous shouts of shock and anger.

"not good!"

"stop!!"

(End of this chapter)