The Demonic Sect Ancestor Can Time Travel

Chapter 471 Attack (V)

"Amitabha!" Pushan frowned deeply after knocking open a pair of mechanical power armor with the Vajra pestle, and saw the undead corpse inside the armor with thick black smoke of death.

Looking through the thick green fog that had the effect of biochemical weapons that appeared on the battlefield at some time, he saw that undead soldiers armed with mechanical armor and carrying a large number of biochemical weapons had already entered the battlefield outside Fu'an Temple. It has been completely spread out. I dare not say that there are millions of them, but there are definitely hundreds of thousands.

What's more terrible is that these undead soldiers armed with cheap and powerful equipment are still coming out from the sky above Fu'an Temple and the surrounding portals. Judging by the posture, it will not be exhausted for a while.

Their numbers alone are enough to scare people, and through Pushan's personal verification, they don't just win by quantity.

Don't look at Pushan killing one, two, dozens, or hundreds of them with ease and feel that they are not strong. You must know that no matter how "new and tender", Pushan is also a Buddhist arhat who has rectified the eight scriptures. It is a super existence that has crossed the threshold of immortality.

In fact, these undead soldiers armed with technological weapons are very threatening to ordinary monks in the Qi Refining Realm and even in the God Transformation Realm.

Uniformly wearing mechanical power armor, with powerful energy weapons, and small missiles equipped with various warheads, they are completely Iron Man without the halo of the protagonist, or the kind who do not abide by the arms convention, have a lot of nerve gas, undead Plague, the evil version of the magical virus "Iron Man".

A good weak artificial intelligence system, coupled with the keen instinct of the undead inside, makes these cannon fodder mixed with science and magic have a pretty good fighting instinct and fighting wisdom. In terms of combat experience alone, let alone perennial retreat, it is better than death. The monks in the house are still dead, even ordinary veterans may not be able to completely compare with them.

With some follow-up "airdrop" heavy weapons, they can even force the monks in the Void Return Realm after setting up their positions.

Take Pushan's battlefield experience as an example. During the short period of time when the enemy's cannon fodder troops were put into the battlefield, he used the broken golden body of Arhat and the Buddha's land with insufficient energy to withstand the intensive firepower of the ground and air. After four pushes, the heavy artillery fortress rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That's right, it's not a heavy artillery position, but a heavy artillery fortress, a heavy artillery fortress with large positron cannons under the protection of reinforced concrete and energy shields.

Building a fortress on the battlefield and bombarding the door with heavy artillery, this kind of irrational and super wasteful tactic shows that there is a lot of money, a lot of people, and "bold and generous".

Under the coercion of such mindless tactics of throwing money and people, even if Fu'an Temple can hide in the colorless world again, it will be useless. They will repair a circle of "offensive fortifications" on your original site every minute. If you dare to come back, They dare to shoot you in all directions without dead ends.

I have to say that this kind of gameplay completely makes up for the lack of range of the Positron Cannon.

Forget about these, the enemy's tactics are more stupid, stupid, and more money is good news for Fu'an Temple. The behind-the-scenes manipulators who manipulated these cannon fodder moved to the point of wickedness. When these cannon fodder were "dead", they were more disgusting than when they were "alive".

Not to mention carrying all kinds of virus plagues with you, built-in miniature nuclear bombs, adding corpse explosion techniques, such terrorist self-explosion tactics that cover both sides of science and technology, are definitely for disgusting people.

Pushan saw with his own eyes a senior brother who also had the status of Luo Han Guo. After being covered and shot by more than a dozen positive electron cannons, he was finally broken through the Buddhist realm and fell to the ground. The way of "stacking arhats" was vividly pressed into a hill.

The fire was accompanied by death energy, and before the rumbling sound of the explosion fell, and before the unlucky Arhat Brother got out of the double explosion of magic and technology, a large group of armored undead warriors pounced on them. With their dual life perception means, they can easily determine whether the target is dead or not.

Explosion, stacking Arhats, explosion, stacking Arhats...

After five consecutive reincarnations, each bombing was more ferocious and frenzied. Not to mention an arhat whose domain was broken and whose golden body was damaged, even an arhat whose domain and golden body were well-rounded would have to be afraid.

The result of this unlucky brother is naturally self-evident. The enemy's victory is more happy, which is his last mark in this world.

Therefore, unless it is so strong that it can overwhelm the current world and all armies look down on it, no matter how strong it is, don't wave on the battlefield.

will die!
Pushan, who had already summed up this point from the battlefield, became decisive after destroying four heavy artillery fortresses.

He shrank the Buddha Land Lawland on his body surface, resisting the enemy's attack with all his strength.

The golden body of Arhat was also restored to the appearance and size of an ordinary person by him, and the little incense power left in it was all invested in strengthening the defense. Those that came with the golden body were condensed by the incense power He will not repair any of the signature Buddha treasures.

With his deliberate efforts, the snakeskin moved on the battlefield and slowly retreated towards Fu'an Temple.

It wasn't that Pushan didn't want to take advantage of the chaos to break out, it was because there were too many enemies, and the black hands behind the scenes didn't show up, breaking out was courting death.

After a muffled sound of "Bang!", the protective golden light emitted by Si Hai Na Blessing Bowl dissipated in an instant, and the whole alms bowl also swirled down from Pushan's head. You don't need to look at the Buddha's light dissipating. On the surface of the bowl with cracks, Pu Shan also knew that the Universally Blessing Bowl, the last defensive Buddhist treasure he had on hand, was also completely scrapped.

Although it is extremely heartbreaking, Pushan has no regrets at all. Without the "sacrifice" of the universal blessing bowl, it is Pushan himself who suffers. Without the damage of the universal blessing bowl, he would not be able to return to Fu'an Temple in such a complete way. Go to the shelter of the magic circle.

That's right, after going out to meet the enemy for a short time, all the surviving monks, including Pushan, were pushed back into Fu'an Temple by the cannon fodder troops of the unknown enemy.

"Why is there no reinforcements yet?" Just leaning on a half-slanted golden pillar to take a breath, Pushan heard a slightly immature and desperate voice of inquiry from beside him.

"I haven't arrived for half a day, where's the support?" Such a genuine rhetorical question just slipped on the lips, and was swallowed back by Pushan. He knew that now was not the time to vent his anxiety.

Just when he was about to do nothing and lean on the half-slanted golden pillar to try to recover some usable combat power, a very old voice gave a not-so-true but very comforting answer: "Amitabha, Soon, there should be reinforcements soon, miles to the southwest of us is the Scarlet Blood Demon Cave in Zizaitian, and miles to the west is the sword-testing cliff of Qingping Sword Sect. I'll be here soon..."

(End of this chapter)