Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

Half an hour later, the two commanders met awkwardly on the battlefield.

Mo Wuji's enormous demonic shadow slowly descended from the dark purple demonic clouds. The moment his feet touched the ground, the ground within hundreds of feet around him was cracked with spiderweb-like fissures by the demonic energy.

His gaze fell on the two mechanical thrones opposite him, and he let out an undisguised sneer.

Tie Yuan and Xing Chen, two young mechanical throne holders.

His seniority is countless millennia less than his.

Their strength is now on a completely different level.

How dare you be on equal footing with him?

But he did not react immediately.

Although the Heavenly Demon Clan is warlike, they are not stupid.

Behind these two mechanical thrones lies an army of millions of mechanical puppets. If a real battle were to break out, the ultimate winner would be Dragon City.

So he suppressed his arrogance and held a discussion with Tie Yuan and Xing Chen.

The final conclusion was nothing new.

The Heavenly Demon Clan spearheaded the attack, using their numerical advantage to wear down Dragon City's outer defenses.

The mechanical puppet army advanced in the second phase, using an iron torrent to complete the final siege.

"Hahahaha!!" Mo Wuji laughed loudly, his laughter shaking the entire wasteland.

He looked down at Tie Yuan and Xing Chen, his eyes filled with condescending contempt.

"You two juniors, watch closely. One day! Within one day, I will conquer Dragon City, take Ye Feng's head, and while I'm at it, bring back two jars of human blood wine for you to enjoy!"

After saying that, he turned and strode away, his heavy sword trailing behind him, carving a deep trench.

Tie Yuan stood there sullenly, watching Mo Wuji's figure disappear into the depths of the demonic clouds.

His tone was filled with resentment at being belittled: "Xingchen, why did you stop me? We've already seen the combat strength assessment from Dragon City!"

"It's just that Ye Feng is a bit stronger, and at most he has two more divine-level Great Daos. But those two Great Daos are only of the early stage of divine level quality."

"How many god-level powerhouses can these two produce? At most ten! Ten human god-level beings! Even Mo Wuji's vanguard couldn't withstand them, so why would we need our puppet army?"

The more he talked, the more convinced he became of his point. He started the cannon on his right arm with a buzzing sound, eager to let Longcheng taste the annihilation cannon's power immediately.

Xingchen raised a hand and gently placed it on the annihilation cannon barrel of Tieyuan, which was poised to fire.

Her voice remained calm as always, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, "You big dummy,"

"Just watch. If Dragon City were really that simple, those tree stumps of the Wood Demon clan would have already taken matters into their own hands. Why would they be so eager to deliver intelligence to us, begging us to send troops?"

Tie Yuan was stunned. His rough, alloy-like face was clearly not suited to making overly complex expressions.

He didn't refute it because he knew Xingchen was right.

What kind of people are the Wood Demons?

If there's a bargain, be the first to grab it!

If there's danger, be the first to run!

The allies I've betrayed over the past ten thousand years could stretch from Wood Demon City to Mechanical City.

This time they actually offered intelligence on their own initiative!

Actively request allies to send troops.

They even shared all the battlefield data related to Mu Linglong's death.

If there isn't a deeper scheme behind this, then Mu Huangtian wouldn't deserve the name Mu Huangtian.

After a moment, he sullenly put away the Annihilation Cannon and said in a gruff voice, "Then let's see. Anyway, we have plenty of puppets. If ten thousand isn't enough, we'll have a hundred thousand. If a hundred thousand isn't enough, we'll have a million! We'll be able to find out Dragon City's trump cards."

Xingchen didn't speak, but simply turned her gaze back to Longchen.

Her long-range sniping system has locked onto every firing point on the outer defense line of Dragon City.

According to her prior calculations.

When the vanguards of the two armies clash, the Mechanical City will send out an army of three million puppets to launch the main attack, suppressing the enemy from the front while coordinating with a flank attack by five hundred thousand puppets.

Use a massive number of puppets to deplete the city's artillery ammunition and the defensive lines in front of the city walls.

But she also saw another possibility in her deduction.

If the density of minefields and defensive artillery in Dragon City reaches a certain threshold.

That three million puppet army might not even be able to reach the defensive line in front of the city wall before being wiped out.

This is a problem she doesn't want to face but has to.

"Hopefully, Dragon City doesn't have such a large puppet army!"

She knew Ye Feng very well, and knew that Ye Feng had a god-level warship.

They also knew that Ye Feng had a large puppet army back in the Great Xia territory.

"That's unlikely! Ye Feng has only been in the outer realms for a short time. It's impossible for him to possess such a large puppet army!"

……

When Mo Wuji walked out of the Heavenly Demon Clan's command tent, he was in an unusually good mood.

His massive army of tens of millions is now fully in place.

Thirty demonic warriors stood in a row behind the central army camp.

Each one is hundreds of feet tall, like a world-destroying demon god that has stepped out of ancient mythology.

Ten divine elders stood on the left and right.

Behind them were thousands of martial gods and demon generals, countless invincible warriors, and multi-unit assault formations filling the entire wasteland.

"Siege".

He only said two words.

But for the Demon Clan, a killing machine with tens of millions of members, those two words were enough.

A black torrent, like a river bursting its banks, swept in.

The Heavenly Demon Clan soldiers roared and charged toward the outer defenses of Dragon City.

The sound of footsteps and shouts of battle shook the very earth.

Where the vanguard's iron hooves trampled, gravel flew and dust filled the sky.

From the air, the entire wasteland appears to be covered with a rolling black carpet.

That was an insatiable mass of demonic soldiers charging forward.

However, when this torrent was still fifty miles away from the first puppet defense line of Dragon City, it encountered its first surprise.

Ten million high-explosive landmines.

A demon soldier at the forefront stepped onto a seemingly flat piece of land, and then his entire body was blasted into the air, several meters high.

Then the second, and the third!

Then the thunder never stopped, becoming a continuous, muffled rumble with almost no discernible intervals.

boom!!

boom!!!

boom!!!!

The demon soldiers at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were torn apart by the shockwave of the explosion.

The first batch of 500,000 vanguard troops who rushed into the minefield disappeared into the flames and thick smoke in just a few breaths.

Not a single one was able to leave behind a complete corpse.

The momentum of the follow-up troops was momentarily halted.

But only for a moment, and the Heavenly Demon Clan's oversight team roared from behind.

"Those who retreat! Die!"

Whoever stops will die!

So whether they charged or not, they were going to die anyway, so the demon soldiers could only step on the severed limbs and continue forward.

Mo Wuji stood on the high platform of the central army camp, his face ashen, his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

His hands gripped the hilt of the greatsword, his knuckles cracking, but he didn't call for a stop.

If cannon fodder dies, so be it; he can afford this loss.

Without saying a word, he waved to a god-level elder beside him.

Keep pushing!

On that day, the first demon soldier of the demon race finally crossed the minefield and rushed to within three hundred paces of the first line of defense.

What he saw was not the panicked human defenders he had expected.

Instead, they were rows of remotely operated puppets standing silently in formation.

They lack the tension and fear of flesh and blood, require no pre-battle mobilization, and will not shrink back because their comrades have fallen.

They simply knelt behind cover in the most standard shooting position.

The city wall cannons, which had already been calibrated, were aimed at the demon army ahead.

Then countless cannons opened fire.