Bug Master In Doomsday

"Marshal Yuan Qing.... We are running out of rations in our city..." The shrinking guard soldier looked up a little timidly and glanced at Yuan Qing who was sitting at the desk in the study. His lips moved twice. Next, there are still some things that I don't have the courage to say.

Yuan Shibu, with a sad face, held his forehead with his hands. He was always clean and tidy. His face hadn't been washed for several days. As for the three meals, he didn't even get a drop of rice.

He smashed his wrinkled, dead skin lips twice, swallowing the little saliva in his mouth, and said in a low mood, "How much food is there in the city?"

"Oh, there are only seven to eighty thousand catties left. In addition to our troops, there are also sect disciples of forty to fifty thousand people... Now everyone can eat a full meal except for one lunch at noon. Porridge..."

"Okay, go down, I'll find a way." Yuan Qing waved his hand wearily, and held back the guard.

The guard soldiers responded, and when they walked out of the city lord's mansion, they sighed helplessly when they saw the filthy robes and disheveled practitioners on the street.

Tens of days ago, the war was still in a good situation. They killed three of the eleven core cities. At that time, their troops were invincible and invincible. But why did everything change in just a few days?

The two core cities were lost, and all 30,000 imperial warriors were killed. Even the most proud general of the Yuan Qing had to give orders to shrink the only core city.

Most of the food in the city was burned when the hateful humans were completely destroyed. How could the only remaining food be enough to feed hundreds of thousands of warriors?

"Boom~buzz!" The towering and thick walls were as dull as a horn flute, and the penetrating alarm sounded. The tens of thousands of cultivators who leaned on the street wall and closed their eyes and slumbered like a frightened bird, suddenly stood up.

"Go up to the city wall, those monsters are attacking the city again."

"Watch out, there are flying monsters this time!"

The guard soldier suddenly raised his head as he listened to the words of the person beside him, really! A crowd of black crows croaked and hummed, like a dark cloud falling from the sky, crashing into the city.

"Damn! Asshole, there are flying cavalry in the crow group!!" A sect elder holding a blue sword roared angrily, pointing at the black armored soldier holding a lance and sitting on the lizard monster.

The black-armored soldier is full of thick and heavy armor, and even his face is covered with a layer of hideous worm patterns. He grips the rifle tightly with five fingers, and his sturdy right arm clamps the end of the gun body tightly. It is sharp and prismatic. There are eight blood grooves on the steel spear head, as long as it is stabbed, it is a mortal ending.

Thousands of flying cavalry in the sky, like demons descending from hell, under the protection of millions of black crows, launched a fierce attack on the cultivators in the city.

"Rocket! Hit the rocket with a hard bow and shoot them down!" A fairly calm imperial warrior roared at the tranced and terrified companion beside him, and took the lead in pulling out a hard bow from behind, a straight one. Steel arrow.

His index finger and ring finger pulled the arrow feathers, and a strange blood pattern flashed from his prisms, covering the steel arrow.

"Shoo!" The half-moon hard bow was fully drawn, and the steel arrow shot out. The sharp arrow became more and more red amid the violent wind breaking, until it hit the armor of a certain black armored soldier, there was a bang. It exploded impressively.