Outside the port, three huge warships were clearing out various alien creatures in the sea. The extremely toxic solution was dumped into the sea in barrels, dyeing the already filthy sea into bright orange.

The pungent smell can be smelled even on the inner city walls. The soldiers and sailors at the port had already brought purification masks similar to the crow's mouth shape in advance.

Within five minutes, countless bodies were attached to the sea, layer by layer, almost covering the sea.

"The world without OpcW (International Organization for Prohibition of Chemical Weapons) is convenient?" Yang Yuefan leaned against the arrow and looked at the direction of the port. A combat combustion aid was already half drawn: "Good news, bad news, which one do you want to listen to first?"

"Bad news, I'm used to making the worst plans first." Xu Yichen pulled a combat combustion aid from Yang Yuefan, snapped his fingers and ignited: "And, what else can it be if it's bad?"

"That's right, it's just a battle that can't be fought and an enemy that can't be killed. Human beings have never stopped since their birth, and life still has to be lived." Yang Yuefan smiled silently: "No matter what, we have signed up for the Lord of Dawn this time. When the Far South area is completely opened, we will probably have to be punished by God that day."

"My former teacher told me not to worry about tomorrow's worries, especially in our industry, which is unnecessary." Xu Yichen spit out a particularly full smoke ring, feeling very fulfilled: "What about the good news?"

Yang Yuefan knocked ashes on the edge of the city wall and sorted out his collar and looked at the demon hunter very formally: "From today, the world of Yuannan belongs to us! If you want people, there are guns, and if you want money, you will be beaten until you accept it!"

As if reflecting Yang Yuefan's words, the Dingyuan in the distance slowly moved its huge body and roared at a certain location outside the city, and countless shells were poured out!

"Scatter! Spread! Unlock the formation and don't get together!" Dale Sheews shouted in his voice, but he still couldn't stop the artillery fire from covering the Paladin Expeditionary Force's head.

There is no way, who made them the biggest militant nearby targets? Even the Paladin Expeditionary Force itself could think of using hot air balloons for battlefield reconnaissance, let alone the monsters in the Loess Zone.

In the sky, more than a dozen knights were flying around in the air on griffin-like flying mounts, acting as artillery scouts for the artillery on the warships. They were all professionally trained to provide coordinates accurately.

Dale Seaworth's heart was broken, and in the end, there were less than eighty priests who were safely evacuated with him, basically all of them were paladins with good physical strength and rich experience.

The priest was basically wiped out, with only a few high-level priests who rushed out with the paladins because of their strong bodies than ordinary warriors. None of the priests who were employed by their relationship and money were left running away.

War is like the uncertainty of evolutionary history. The weak are weaker, and the strong are immortal.

As for those captains and sailors who were not even extraordinary, they were wiped out. Only the fleet commander walked out of Wangxiangcheng alive under the protection of Dell.

Not all of them died at the hands of the Seris. When the giant Chaos Sea Monster appeared, they had to execute a large number of mortals who had hallucinations or were ignorant.

Chaos cannot be looked directly at, especially for larger ones. The bigger the more dangerous it is. If there is enough time, maybe the priests can save half of their souls, but they don’t have time.

The Cyris helped them do the rest of their work, and in this regard, Dale Sheews vowed that even if they practiced for another hundred years, they would not be as good as the soldiers in red armor.

The three giant ships sent a total of 800 soldiers, all wearing the same red armor. It is worth mentioning that all of these armors are enchanted armor.

The weight reduction array is engraved on the shoulder armor, ensuring that these soldiers will not be drowned in the sea because of wearing metal armor. The breast armor is engraved with magic arrays that increase resistance, and the leg armor can provide short-range acceleration twice a day. The most important thing is the helmet, whose helmets provide simple spiritual protection.

This kind of dog-making posture blinded many people, and in the eyes of those who are interested, these shapes are exactly the same, and even enchantment is a little bit bad, which represents more.

"I'm afraid our previous conclusion is correct. The Seris mastered better technologies than us, and we were completely defeated in manufacturing." The consciousness of the witch kings collided in the temple of the New World, exchanging their ideas: "Although these enchanting technologies are still inferior, this is obviously a mass-produced model."

"Maybe we should consider working with the Cyris. Since we want to cooperate, why not find the best one?" Another voice spoke: "I didn't see praiseworthy qualities in those who call themselves the U.S. imperialists."

"They are easier to control, and these Cialis are too dangerous for us." A witch king with a golden mask shook the air, causing the voice to appear from all directions: "We know nothing about their world and are not worth the risk."

"They also know nothing about our world, but they are still here. Shouldn't we go over and take a look?" said the first Witch King, who spoke: "A simple soul projection technology is not difficult for us. In that world they can't really hurt us, just as we can't really hurt them in this world."

"Agree, I tend to have peaceful contact. We have enough enemies. Finding a world where peaceful communication is absolutely a miracle in probability." Another witch king spoke, quickly eliciting more voices.

"Oppose, they have already gained a foothold in our world, and I think they should be cleared first and then talk about cooperation, otherwise we will be in a weak position."

"Agree, the victory or defeat of the mortal world should not affect our judgment. You are too extreme and too young, so don't bring your personal position into the communication of the Witch King."

......

On this side, the Witch King was arguing with each other, and on the other side, local reinforcements had taken over the cleaning of Wangxiangcheng.

At the same time, Yang Yuefan also took over the command from the commander of the landing troops and generously gave all players a vacation.

Xu Yichen gave the half-elves transaction list to Yang Yuefan directly to deal with. At this time, Yang Yuefan and Ladia were discussing the details of the transaction in the secret room.

He couldn't understand the 99% of the technology and knowledge that could be transferred on the list, and he couldn't determine the value, but he knew that the price of the Ain'er clan was definitely lower.

What kind of "high price" can a civilization that can sell "On the Calculation and Construction of Basic Magic Nodes of Void Ship" for 300 tons of pure metal?

Buy, buy, buy!
Chapter completed!