Chaos Le Zilong's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 170 The War Begins

With Sett's control, nearly five-digit mines exploded at the same time. A huge explosion sounded, and huge waves of a hundred meters were raised on the sea. The ship at the center of the explosion was even directly blown into the sky, and then fell heavily back into the sea.

However, even so, the people of the Holy Flame Empire and the Church of the Sun could use magic to rescue the ships. After all, the Holy Flame Empire had experienced countless wars, large and small. It was just that this method was not enough to truly destroy them. At most, it would consume a lot of magic to maintain the magic shield and alchemical cannon.

Seeing this scene, Set's mouth twitched a little: "Damn it, this turtle shell is really hard. I don't believe it. If it doesn't work once, I'll try it twice. If it doesn't work twice, I'll try it many times. Sooner or later, I'll blow your turtle shell to pieces."

Just when Seth was ambitiously planning to continue controlling the mines a few more times, Joseph, who was standing on the leading ship in the picture, suddenly looked up and looked at Seth in front of the screen.

The next second, a golden spear appeared in Joseph's hand again, and then he threw it fiercely. Then, the picture disappeared. It was obvious that the magic used for monitoring was detected and destroyed.

Without vision and without any sensing devices installed on the mines, Set could no longer accurately control the mines to strike heavy damage to the enemy, and could only rely on luck.

But Set was still a little dissatisfied, and looked at Salman who was sitting on the other side: "Salman, you should have set up more than one monitoring magic, right? Call up the images from other places."

Hearing this, Salman shrugged helplessly: "Your Highness, I thought so too, but after the previous surveillance footage disappeared, the remaining surveillance magic was destroyed one by one."

As he spoke, Salman pulled up all the surveillance footage, but the next second, the last footage disappeared.

Well, there is no way out now.

Seth gritted his teeth in dissatisfaction, and exhaled high-temperature steam with electric arcs from his nostrils.

Soros finally allowed him to use bombs on a large scale, but after using them once, he couldn't use them again. It was really frustrating.

If you can be patient for a while, you will be calm. If you take a step back, you will get angrier and angrier. But you can't just rush into the enemy and throw bombs, right? Although you can cause the most effective casualties, you will definitely die there.

But in the current situation, even Seth knows very well that unless Ronnie comes back, there is no way to win.

It just so happens that I've been developing that trick recently, or...

Soros, who was discussing the follow-up plan, noticed a series of unhappy, resentful and seemingly decision-making expressions flashing across Seth's face. It looked funny, but Soros didn't care. After all, he knew his son very well. He thought that Seth was probably angry that his bomb didn't work and was thinking about giving the enemy a big blow in the subsequent war. Soros was used to such daily stupid thoughts.

"The first batch of traps has been set up on the only landing coastline. After all, in the scene just now, although the mines consumed a large amount of magic power stored in the enemy ships, it was still enough. You should have seen the alchemical cannons on them. Therefore, when the first wave of enemies land on the coastline, we must use the set traps and the latest bombs to consume the magic power of the alchemical cannons fired by the enemy. Otherwise, the alchemical cannons will cause huge casualties to our side in the subsequent defense battle."

After Salman finished talking about the first step of the defense strategy, he looked at Set again.

"Your Highness, can you make the bomb faster?"

"..."

"Your Highness?"

"Huh? Call me?"

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't hear Salman calling me.

Seeing this, Salman repeated it again. After hearing it clearly, Set shook his head helplessly: "There is no way. Now we can only make as many bombs as we produce. The Undead Factory is already running at full capacity, even using up the previously stored materials. The current production capacity has been maximized."

"Okay." Salman shook his head. If the bombs could be manufactured faster, the firepower coverage at all costs could reduce their own casualties. But things have come to this point, and they can only use the human wave tactic.

The location of the Disaster Clan is about one hundred kilometers away from the coastline. For this world with extraordinary powers, this distance is not far. The army of the Holy Flame Empire and the group of people from the Church of the Sun can basically arrive in three days.

But Salman and his men cannot start a war with the enemy in the territory of the Disaster Clan. After all, they have been beaten back home. If this gets out, Ronnie will not be able to save his face.

Even if they retreated to the Sadira Mountains and used the terrain advantage to increase their chances of victory, this was something Salman and his followers would never allow to happen.

Except for the extremely cruel dragons that do not treat their followers as human beings, the followers will basically stand by the dragons. You can call them loyal or stubborn, but precisely because of this, after Ronnie has normal feelings, he will allow his followers to develop in the best way possible.

On the day when the enemy ships were about to land, Salman led the army to station on the coastline. This would be the first battlefield of the war. From then on, there would be a defense line every 30 kilometers away from the Disaster Clan, a total of three. If Ronnie still did not return before the enemy broke through these three defense lines, the Disaster Clan could only save the important people and retreat to the Sadira Mountains.

On the coastline, Salman led trolls and lizardmen, warriors who were good at throwing and aiming. They were equipped with a large number of bombs. They did not need to fight the enemy head-on, but only needed to use bombs to consume the enemy as much as possible. As for the final battlefield, it was the two lines of defense afterwards.

Therefore, Salman also brought Kansaros and Austin. After all, when it comes to large-scale attacks, as the fire demon and the red dragon, they are not inferior to anyone.

Standing on a high place, Salman quietly looked at the enemy fleet, the purple soul fire in the skull's eye sockets flickered slightly. The sea breeze whistled, blowing the robes. The waves hit the reefs on the shore, making a dull sound, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

Salman's chest puffed up as if he was breathing. He looked at Kanzaros and Austin beside him, and his words were no longer as silly as before, but became extremely serious.

"You two, wait until the enemy approaches, and then we will attack with our strongest strength together."

Hearing this, Kanzaros and Austin nodded without saying anything. Instead, they surged the magic power in their bodies and accumulated their most powerful and wide-ranging attacks.

Seeing this, Salman also began to draw a magic circle in the air, waiting for the enemy to enter the attack range.