Nanjun of the Great Qin Empire is the most magical piece of land in this country.

This place has the most fertile soil in the world. Even the famous granary gourd in the border county has undergone the transformation of magical powers by countless generations of demons and Taoists, and its land is far inferior to the natural soil of Nanjun.

The farmers in Nanjun only need to sprinkle a few handfuls of seeds into the soil without taking any care. In a few months, the fruits and melons will be formed into forests, and the ears of grain will be as thick as a blanket.

In the words of some hard-working and wise peasants in the border county: "That land is simply an insult to the farmers' IQ!"

However, there are less than ten million people living in such a vast and fertile land, most of whom live in the urban circle around the capital of Nanjun, crowded on limited land, as if animals were kept in captivity, and they did not dare to step beyond the line. Nanjun has never become the ideal super granary of the empire, but has repeatedly needed material support from the north.

The reason is of course not that the people of Nanjun are lazy and incompetent, but that Nanjun is a first-class and high-risk place within the empire. The places close to the rainforest in the south are disturbed by the barbarian spirits every year. With the establishment of the Southern Army Legion, the barbarian spirits' resistance has become more and more crazy. At the earliest, they often just drive out pioneering groups that broke into the rainforest for cultivation. However, after several bloody battles in the southern border, the revenge of the barbarian spirits became more and more fierce. Their locations are no longer limited to the rainforest, but will penetrate into the territory of human beings. These creatures with special forms of existence are elusive and cannot be defended. Before the establishment of the Nanjun defense circle, there were even blood-scraping of the entire city.

The empire has been reclaimed in Nanjun for more than a thousand years, but it has never been able to completely eradicate the wild and barbarian spirits. Therefore, people naturally do not want to settle in Nanjun and fight life and death with the wild and barbarian spirits all day long.

Unless the Southern Xinjiang Legion can truly open up the situation and truly eradicate the barbarian spirit.

When the eldest princess Ying Ruoying arrived at the battlefield in southern Xinjiang on the pillar of the empire, people once thought that the opportunity to break the thousand-year deadlock had arrived, but unfortunately, things worsened.

Even though people live in the solid defense circle of Nanjun, people are still in a panic, fearing that the wild spirits like storms will cross the defense line of the Southern Army and flood everything in Nanjun like a flood...

At the same time, in the rainforest in southern Xinjiang, there was another bloody battle that was exhausting both physically and mentally.

The barbarian spirits charged from the depths of the rainforest to the defense line that the legion hastily built. Those humanoid creatures of various shapes did not care about the oncoming rain of bullets, fireballs and lightning, as if they were determined to commit suicide, leaving their bodies in front of the battle formation.

After a moment, the wild spirits in front of the front line were piled up like a mountain, but the front line officers became even more nervous.

"Be careful and prepare to increase firepower!"

"yes!"

The subordinates spontaneously applied for firepower support from the demon priests who accompanied the army without ordering them, and the demon priests did not need to apply, so they had already started to warm up the magic cannons.

After surviving on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang for a long time, many things have become commonplace. Whenever the barbarian spirits start to launch a death charge without any casualties, the corpses are merged and condensed into a super-large evil spirit in front of the formation.

Evil spirits have different natures. Some are mainly entities and have infinite power, just like the Jin soldiers of the Qin Dynasty. They raise their hands and feet and have the power of landslides and cracks, while others are mainly virtual curses. Their existence itself is like a plague, which can make any nearby external creatures weak and die. Others are purely elemental bodies, thunder, lightning, and even hurricanes and floods, and they are all different.

The Southern Xinjiang Legion has long had experience in dealing with these ever-changing super-large evil spirits.

No matter how it transforms, use the magic cannon to aim at the enemy's core before the fusion is over and then hit it up.

Behind the front, two magic priests wearing light armor were gathering behind a respectful cannon in sweat to make the final parameter adjustment.

One of them looked younger, his face was filled with nervousness, and he said with a slight slogan: "Coordinates 73, 44, 51, magic infusion, elements, polarization, spirit...can it be?"

The more experienced person next to him shook his head: "You can do it or not, you can only go there. The magic energy reserves are not enough, so what's the use."

According to the legal system of the Qin Empire, magic energy heavy artillery must undergo absolutely precise debugging before being fired. The landing point of the bombardment, and the infusion and synthesis of magic energy shells must comply with the specifications. For different enemies, magic energy with different attributes needs to be infused. For some physically impersonated enemies, magic energy cannonballs are needed in the spiritual realm, and elemental bodies need to be used to restrain elemental shells.

What's more, the use cost of this kind of heavy artillery is high, and any shot is hundreds of thousands of silver dollars. What's more, the heavy artillery is launched very long. Once the launch is missed, the front line will bear heavy pressure for a long time. Therefore, the various regulations in the scriptures are very detailed and are foolproof.

However, how can there be so many regulations on the actual battlefield?

The Southern Xinjiang Legion has been fighting continuously, and the reserves of magic energy heavy artillery on the front line have already been exhausted. The magic engineer responsible for debugging heavy artillery has been half exhausted. Now the only two remaining fruits can do is to stuff the inventory of shells into the barrel chamber, and then let it go and fire it.

After a moment, the heavy artillery started.

I saw a metal ball suspended in the air and about five meters in diameter began to rotate wildly. The air around me rubbed with crackling lightning. The surface color of the ball changed from gold to incandescent, shining with dazzling light.

When the light burst to its extreme, the metal sphere suddenly contracted, and instantly turned into a point the size of a fingertip from a giant with a diameter of five meters.

The magic energy in the sphere was violently compressed and moved along the void channel to the front-line battlefield three thousand meters away.

On the front line, all the soldiers in the southern border saw the scene of the magic power heavy artillery landing accurately.

The super giant evil spirit formed by the corpses of the wild spirits was just about to show its hideousness, and a rapidly expanding incandescent light ball appeared in the center of the body.

The light instantly swallowed the evil spirits, forcing the frontline soldiers to temporarily close their eyes and turn their heads to avoid blindness.

However, a few seconds later, when the light dimmed and the frontline soldiers turned their eyes again, they were surprised and even somewhat desperate to find out...

The giant evil spirit that fused did not disappear!

Although you can see at a glance that he was seriously injured and his whole body showed a twisted posture like a melted candle, in the twist, it can be seen that the evil spirit is struggling to survive and recovering very quickly!

"Damn those trash guys shot the wrong shells again. Pioneer, follow me to charge!"

The officer on the front line cursed inwardly, then picked up the heavy sword in his hand, and then crossed the defense line first and rushed towards the evil spirit not far away.

For these soldiers who have experienced many battles, accidents on the battlefield are really common. The mistakes of magical heavy artillery have been common in recent times, so they are also very clear that once the heavy artillery fails to achieve success, it is the vanguard's turn to use their lives to stop the evil spirit from forming and gain time for subsequent support.

Along with the officers rushing out of the defense line, more than a hundred fully armed elite soldiers were also involved in charge with various simple magic tools.

This is a suicide charge that is exactly the same as the wild spirit. For ordinary soldiers who lack the support of the magic power, the giant evil spirit cannot be defeated or injured, high-dimensional creatures like nightmare. The simple magic tools in their hands have fatal lethality against opponents who are also humans, but for enemies that have not been eliminated by magic power and heavy artillery, they may not even be able to scratch the itch.

But the soldiers on the front line had no choice. If the vanguard did not rush, the evil spirit would unstoppably break the defense line, opening a channel for the subsequent charge of hundreds of millions of barbarian spirits, and the overall defense line built by the Southern Army's desperate efforts would collapse!

With the awareness of going to death, the vanguard officer rushed to the evil spirit first, and drew a blazing arc in his hand, slashing on the candle-like body.

Compared with the evil spirits formed by the fusing of hundreds of corpses, like evil spirits like hills, the vanguard officer is like an ant under the feet of a giant elephant, and the blazing fire sword can only leave a burnt mark on the evil substance like a candle...

But at this moment, the giant evil spirit suddenly frozen.

As if time was still, or as if it was frozen by the sudden arrival of the severe cold, the evil spirits who were struggling to rebirth were frozen, and then billions of fine silk threads bloomed out of their bodies.

Along these dense silk threads, the evil spirits scattered like blocks that were pushed down.

Stones piled up into hills and then disappeared.

And among the evil spirit's corpse ashes, a pair of snow-white slender feet fell down lightly.

The Snow Mountain Witch Zhu Lanlan, provided timely support to the scene.

The battlefield maintained a moment of tranquility, just as every time she came, it would suffocate all living things on the battlefield.

Lan Lan sent the severely wounded evil spirit back to the spiritual world with the dance of the spirit. This magical skill and the situation of turning death into life made the soldiers who charged the death sound like a shocking cheer.

"Long live Lan Lan!"

"Long live the snow-capped mountains!"

"Miss Lan Lan, we love you!"

No matter how many times they have witnessed it, the soldiers of the Southern Army Corps are still very magical about Lan Lan's Wu Zhu Zhiwu.

Whether it is the martial arts of soldiers or the magical powers of demons, there is no good way to use these wild spirits. The efforts of countless capable people and strangers over the past thousand years have not been able to fundamentally solve this problem.

But after the arrival of the Snow Mountain Witch Prayer, all the problems were solved. Her dance, her scepter, and even her every move had a great deterrence to the wild spirit.

To a certain extent, Lan Lan's role in the battlefield in southern Xinjiang is no less than that of the eldest princess.

Unlike the eldest princess, Lan Lan's strength is full of intoxicating beauty. Whenever she dances, the soldiers feel as if they are no longer in the battlefield of life and death, but are standing in a large theater, enjoying the dance of heaven and man.

However, as the protagonist of the theater, Lan Lan himself has no strength to respond to the cheers and praises of the soldiers.

It's so tired.

This was the seventh battlefield she supported in just half a day... The eldest princess temporarily withdrew from the battlefield, leaving too much room for her. The barbaric spirit seemed to have wisdom, seized the opportunity to counterattack with all her might, posing a huge threat to the front line, which forced the few powerful mobile forces in the Southern Army to run around to put out fires.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Lan Lan was about to take a break when he felt the token in his arms began to get slightly hot, and at the same time, the wailing sound of soldiers on some battlefield sounded in his ears.

Obviously, somewhere is overwhelmed and urgently needs support.

Lan Lan couldn't help but sigh: "Come again?! Can you just die a little bit!"

In an instant, this little princess in the snow mountain really had the urge to let go of everything and let those incompetent soldiers return to dust and dust.

She is not a native of the Qin Dynasty, so why should she run around for the life and death of the Qin people in the southern Xinjiang battlefield? In terms of tribal customs, it would be better to die early for the warriors who were not even taking care of their own positions, so as to reduce the average of the tribe's bloodline! And to put it bluntly, from the perspective of the White-clothed Tribe in the Snow Mountains, it would be better to flood the entire southern continent with a flood.

But after being impulsive, Lan Lan took a breath after lamenting, held up his body with the ancestor spirit, and flew towards the direction of asking for help.

Although she doesn't like southerners, she is her comrade who has been with her for several months.

Even though he is weak and stupid, Lan Lan often wants to crush these idiots to death with his own hands, but... for the proud little princess of Snow Mountain, this world is full of weak idiots. It is the same in the Snow Mountain Tribe. Except for a few people, other peers are also stupid.

You can’t just be too stupid to really refuse to save you, let alone even if you are a pet, you will have feelings for a few months.

"Hmph, just think it's for Sister Ying's face..."

However, Lan Lan had just as he rose into the air, when the sky changed above his head.

The dark clouds covering the earth suddenly turned red, and a fiery light shone on the earth.

Then the dark clouds opened, and a burning meteorite roared toward the earth. The ignited clouds simultaneously dropped a storm of flames, completely covering a rainforest.

The moment the meteorite fell to the ground, a strong light shone, as if the sun was lit in the rain forest. The strong light swept across everything, making everyone close their eyes.

After a moment, the impact hit the face, the dense vegetation was swept away like a destruction, and the dull and powerful shock waves surging along the earth.

Several battlefields near the meteorite landing point were shaken one after another. A temporary arrow tower was collapsed in the position behind Lan Lan. The archer on the arrow tower jumped down from the arrow tower and landed lightly with the buffering power of the standard light armor.

However, compared with the impact suffered by the Southern Army Legion, the losses of the barbaric spirit are obviously tens of millions of times heavier.

Because the landing point of the meteorite is on the front line spirit pool they just built.

That spirit pool can be regarded as a hatching pool for the barbarian spirits, and can continuously produce various kinds of strange spirits, from the most common humanoid type to the huge earth spirits, and even cursing evil spirits... The Southern Army has tried to destroy the spirit pool many times, but they all returned in vain under the crazy impact of the barbarian spirits, and even the eldest princess herself returned in a defeat.

But this time, facing the meteorites like natural disasters, the barbarian spirit finally failed to protect this strategic impetus.

The impact of the meteorite directly destroyed the spirit pool. The high temperature and impact almost shattered the barbarian army that was densely guarding the spirit pool. The fire rain that followed completed the final harvest, burning the barbarian spirit who survived the first round of attacks to ashes.

The power of one attack was enough to shock the earth. After a moment, Lan Lan clearly felt that the power of the spirit was declining wildly within a radius of more than a hundred miles.

There were sharp chirping in the rain forest, which was the wailing of the barbaric spirit.

After losing the spirit pool, these wild spirits finally stopped launching a death charge, retreated back into the depths of the rainforest like a tide, and began to lick their wounds.
To be continued...