These Xuan Beasts were quite similar to the Imperial Army.
After seeing this setting, this thought appeared in everyone's mind.
There was no pressure at all.
There was even a hint of a smile on their faces.
Especially Empress.
Because the Xuan Beasts were really too cute — that's right, Sun Lang referred to the settings of Pokemon and the like. Most of the Xuan Beasts were the kind of cute pet spirits. Coupled with beautiful girls, they were even more pure and cute. Of course, he also referred to other works, such as rainbow ponies and goblins.
In any case, they were the kind that were very compatible with beautiful women.
In short, the forces of light announced an alliance.
A large composition was used here. The female leaders with different styles gathered together and raised their weapons high. The Xuan Beasts around them displayed their magical powers. Thunder, rain, lightning, light, sound and light effects were excellent. It looked very frightening. There was also a large group of background characters cheering at the side. There was an aura of justice that would prevail.
However, compared to the female experts who were dressed gorgeously and had psychic Xuan Beasts, the equipment of these background characters was really too shabby. They only had ordinary swords, spears, swords, halberds, and so on. Their armor looked sloppy, and there were even leather armor and dung forks mixed in. It seemed that they were not very good at fighting.
And the next big picture was the corresponding dark forces sending out their troops.
The cold and elegant witch of the Devil Sect stood at the top of the mountain, with a domineering aura. The soldiers under her command moved forward silently. Although they were all ugly and crooked, every one of them had a serious expression. They wore steel helmets and tactical vests. They were fully armed and held assault rifles. Their eyes were hidden in the shadows. Behind them were huge main battle tanks. Above the sky, fighter jets whistled past.
It was a kind of democracy.
Seeing this scene, the adults frowned. They had already smelled something from this sharp contrast. They faintly sensed the deeper meaning that Sun Lang wanted to express.
"The equipment and weapons of these demon soldiers … are from the Fire Nation?"
"It also has the style of the Metal Nation."
"Xuan Beasts … Hmph, when he was still called Jia Ying, he once advocated the Li Fire Threat."
"What are you hinting at?"
They were all smart people. Combined with Sun Lang's identity and motives, they could totally smell an extremely vicious political metaphor from this mural. What exactly did this guy want to do?
Facing the gazes directed at him, Sun Lang only stood with his hands behind his back, smiling without saying a word.
All kinds of guesses flashed through everyone's minds, but they were attracted by the story and couldn't help but continue watching.
Amidst the wind and rain, light and darkness officially declared war. Troops and horses were mobilized, blades were pointed at each other, and the curtains of the first great battle soon opened — a rather emotional depiction of the war.
After all, the chief painter was General Shentse, the most capable professional soldier on this planet. He had experienced many battles and bloody battles. Across the entire world, there were very few people who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him. The war scenes drawn by such a person were not only very convincing, but also very visually impactful.
It was a clash between light and darkness.
The soldiers of the dark forces were extremely ferocious. They had advanced tactics and excellent weapons. Not only were they highly trained, but they also had a strong desire to destroy and plunder. Their will to fight was extremely firm.
And on the side of light … there were mystical beasts.
The young girls who had formed contracts with mystical beasts turned into killing machines. The bullets were deflected, and the shells were dodged. The shock waves and shrapnel almost couldn't hurt them at all. The elite mystical beasts attacked the enemy's military formation, destroyed the heavy artillery, and beheaded the commander. No one could stop them.
The battle between the two sides was in a stalemate, but the outcome was slowly decided. The army of the dark forces couldn't stop the powerful mystical beasts at all. In the end, they issued the order to retreat. The heavy artillery fired smoke bombs as cover, and the chariots brought up the rear. The infantry rode on the armored vehicles and helicopters and quickly retreated. The fighter jets patrolled the sky and reported the situation of the battlefield. It was an orderly and powerful … retreat.
The side of light won the first battle.
But it was a pyrrhic victory.
The army of the dark forces couldn't stop the young girls who were assisted by mystical beasts, but they wantonly massacred the army of the light forces. How could swords, spears, swords, and halberds resist guns and cannons? It was simply a one-sided massacre. Compared to the awe-inspiring might of the young girls, the performance of the army of light could be said to be inferior.
If they weren't running away and crying, then they were about to run away and cry. Their tactics were outdated, their equipment was outdated, and their training was outdated. They couldn't do anything on the battlefield and had to rely on the mystical beasts for protection. The role they could play was extremely limited. Their daily training was of no use on the battlefield where artillery fire filled the sky.
Although they had won this battle, the death of countless ordinary soldiers still greatly shocked the young female leaders. Their miserable screams and miserable state on the battlefield caused the girls' beautiful faces to be covered in dust. In the central tent, the majestic princess loudly said, "We need more Xuan Beasts!"
The female dojo master of Xuan Xin Dao School raised an objection.
She said that the current problem wasn't the number of mystical beasts, but the large number of deaths of ordinary soldiers. They didn't have the ability to protect themselves in the face of the dark forces' new tactics and weapons. They could only be crushed like ants. If this continued, the ordinary army would collapse sooner or later.
Therefore, the most important thing now was to increase their combat strength and ability to protect themselves.
For example, they could use the equipment and weapons left behind by the dark forces to equip the ordinary soldiers on their side. They could study the principles of those weapons and try to produce them. They could even improve their own tactics. These were all acceptable … All of this was to better protect their lives.
But this suggestion was rejected.
The young girls were very wise and open-minded. They didn't mind learning the advantages of the dark forces' weapons. There was no old-fashioned way of thinking to obstruct them.
But it was still rejected.
Because no was no.
The enemy's new weapons could shoot sharp metal cones, just like crossbows. But those metal projectiles, even the best blacksmiths didn't know how to make them. Even if they were to copy them, they wouldn't be able to shoot them successfully.
Not to mention those more complicated new weapons.
And directly using the seized projectiles would be of no use because the quantity was extremely limited.
This wasn't the most serious problem.
The most serious problem came from within their own side.
Even the smartest and most knowledgeable people couldn't understand how the enemy's new weapons worked. They even disdained to understand. They only knew how to raise and train mystical beasts. This was what they had learned their entire lives. They only knew that mystical beasts were the best in the world. Those who had mystical beasts would rule the world. They only knew that one mystical beast user could solve all problems. If that didn't work, then send ten more.
The standards of the military academy's instructors were even worse. They couldn't understand the new tactics displayed by the enemy. They couldn't respond. They didn't even know how to change. Since the birth of mystical beasts, this country's military theory was slowly biased to the extreme. After all, mystical beasts were too powerful. No matter how many tricks one had, no matter how many formations one had, as long as the elite mystical beast users were concentrated on the battlefield, charging and destroying the enemy, the ordinary army would follow up and then win.
And all the smart people and young talents in the entire country were also racking their brains to study and train hard in preparation to participate in the Mystical Beast Trial. If they were able to obtain the acknowledgement of a Mystical Beast, then they would immediately soar. Who would study?
Who would study the art of war?
Who would study science and technology?
And the ordinary army and the country's civilians also held the idea that mystical beasts could solve all problems — after all, the powerful mystical beast users could defeat all strong enemies.
To put it simply, this country had been imperceptibly influenced by generation after generation. The mystical beasts had tied the country to a high-speed chariot, madly rushing in an extremely biased direction.
The mystical beasts had become the foundation of this country. The mystical beasts had become everything. The country's various actions were inseparable from the mystical beasts. Everything, everything, everything.
Therefore, that proposal was rejected.
Because there was no possibility of implementation, the entire country had placed all their hopes on the mystical beasts. They stubbornly refused new things, and even took the initiative to cover their eyes.
Therefore, they needed more mystical beasts and more mystical beast users.
And only in this way could they defeat the enemy.
After listening to the analysis and explanation of the various female leaders, the dissenting female abbot let out a disappointed sigh. Her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of dust, as if she had thought of something, as if she was afraid of something.
The domineering infanta slammed the table with force.
We need more mystical beast users.
She said.
Gather the superior forces and destroy the enemy at the fastest speed. Only in this way could the casualties of the ordinary army be controlled. After a quick victory, there would be a chance to correct the country's shortcomings.
But at the same time.
In the base camp of the dark forces.
The cold and elegant demoness of the Devil Cult sat on the throne, holding a goblet, swirling the blood-red wine, and revealing a smile that could topple a country. Sitting on the throne were the most capable generals under her command, and the generals' loyal subordinates. They were here to plan and determine the next step of the plan.
No one's face was hazy with failure.
Yes, all of this was according to the plan.
"After this battle, those naive girls should have realized the hopelessness of their decaying country, right?
But they have no other way. They can only passively throw in more mystical beasts, gather the most superior forces, and seek a head-on battle to wipe us all out. "
The beautiful demoness of the Devil Cult revealed a playful smile. "And at that time, they will hopelessly find that we have prepared a big surprise for them … Right, my general?"
"No, Hierarch, you are wrong."
The general responded to her with a smile full of evil desire.
His eyes were filled with undisguised greed as they landed on the alluring body of the Demonic Sect's demoness.
At the same time, the general's subordinates put down the food and wine in their hands. Their big hands covered in greasy soup wiped the corners of their mouths carelessly. Those vulgar and ugly males laughed strangely, licking the corners of their mouths with their thick and dirty tongues, setting up tall tents below.
Cold and elegant beauties.
Vulgar and ugly men … all of them.
The general slowly approached the demoness. "This surprise is also for you."
With a gulp, someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
This composition, this character, this plot, this brush strokes, it was really too tempting.
The fire in the men's hearts burned fiercely. They couldn't wait to see the next part. Their eyes quickly shifted, trying to find the picture that seduced the primitive impulse, but they only saw a patch of red.
To be precise, it was a long piece of red cloth that completely covered the content below, leaving only a small corner. That brief glimpse of the scene made people's breathing heavier.
A section of the red cloth was in Sun Lang's hand.
A rough military official shouted at the top of his voice, "Sun Lang, what are you doing?
Why are you not letting us see it? "
Sun Lang gave a simple and honest smile. "We have finished the free content. Next is the VIP chapter. Do you know what it means to put it on the shelves?
If you want to see the next content, you have to pay. "
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It was a f * cking loss for the Empire that this guy didn't become the Minister of Revenue!
The Empress looked at it slowly and blushed when she saw it. She reprimanded, "What are you drawing?
It's unsightly! "
Sun Lang spread out his hands. "I am trying to show that the dark forces are crazy and don't recognize their own family. They treat betrayal as a common occurrence and have no sense of propriety, justice, integrity, and shame. It highlights their despicable cruelty. Sirs, don't you agree?"