On one side, there was an alternating sense of heat and cold.
Wu Chi was busy deploying projections of city walls, with numerous defensive tower projections being placed around, leaving everyone else at a loss for words.
A teacher exclaimed in surprise, "Is he planning to face hundreds of students alone?"
"It certainly looks that way."
Another instructor, with a peculiar expression, remarked in an equally odd tone, "A single individual's power is hard to wield effectively in battle. No matter how strong his chosen heroes are, even with two summoned heroes, he won't be able to withstand the assault of hundreds of lords!"
"Unless he has absolute confidence in himself!"
The teachers spoke in low tones, devoid of bias.
To them, Wu Chi wasn't foolish. If he dared take this risk, he must have some level of assurance.
However...
With countless architectural styles and types across all realms, it was impossible to discern at a glance whether Wu Chi's city walls and towers were of rare quality. The key lay in the towers' design.
Suddenly, Fairy Luo chuckled, her demeanor shifting from warm to cold in an instant. However, there was a glimmer of amusement in her eyes, as if she'd seen something unexpected.
"What kind of defensive tower is this?"
Some teachers noticed it too, their expressions showing shock.
All eyes were drawn to the Fart Tower!
Standing tall with eleven floors, the proud structure featured a humanoid statue atop it, bending over with its rear pointed toward the outer territory.
This...
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The teachers were perplexed, unsure how to react.
"In my 127 years, I've never seen a defensive tower like this," one headmaster said, stroking his beard in exasperation. "No doubt, this is a special tower!"
Another teacher chimed in, "Not just that! Look over there! There's an Elemental Tower! A Flame Tower! This one is even fiercer than a Flame Tower!"
"Judging by the height, these towers must be at least level 10."
"Where are his soldiers and heroes? Won't they be summoned?"
"Are all twelve towers rare buildings?"
"This young man is truly terrifying!"
"This year, we've discovered a hidden dragon!"
The teachers continued their discussion, while Fairy Luo, seeing far more than the others, focused on the unique fences, special defensive towers, and the heroes' formidable powers.
"Indeed, it's this kid," she muttered, recalling Wu Chi's earlier inquiries about the ancient god's reincarnation.
No wonder...
Wu Chi had recruited that hero.
Could it be...
That all of this was tied to the hero he had summoned?
Historically, there had been cases where lords recruited divine reincarnations or received gifts from gods. However, there were also stories of lords offending deities and suffering calamities upon their lands.
The "Daughter of Yuanjun" Wu Chi mentioned was likely a righteous deity, most assuredly bringing prosperity to his domain.
As these thoughts swirled, Fairy Luo rested her chin on her hand, gazing downward like a serene goddess seated upon her throne.
Meanwhile, the students began their advance.
Hundreds of leaders commanded an army of 30,000, marching toward the northern stronghold.
Among them were steel tanks pulling heavy artillery, centaurs with bows, and grim-faced practitioners in black armor.
The mixed army moved like a chaotic yet disciplined tide, silently coordinating under the lords' orders.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The ground trembled as the army surged forward with unparalleled momentum. To them, victory was inevitable.
Atop a tank, Chen Youyi observed the army's progress with satisfaction.
He glanced upward, imagining Fairy Luo watching him with admiration.
"This must be a test from Fairy Luo!" he thought. "Watch me kill that fool Wu Chi and make her look at me in awe!"
Chen chuckled lightly.
At that moment, a man on horseback approached, leaping up to land beside him—it was Chu Renjie.
Smirking faintly, Chu asked, "Are we just charging in like this?"
"What else?"
Chen sneered. "We've got 30,000 soldiers, not to mention countless magical artifacts and high-tech weaponry! Tanks, cannons, black-armored warriors, magic scrolls, and spellcasters from hundreds of lords!
"With such an overwhelming force, Dragon Ascends—how can we lose?"
He waved dismissively, his tone mocking. "Victory is assured!"
Chu Renjie fell silent for a moment before suggesting, "We should consider alternative tactics, like a decapitation strike or targeting the defensive towers.
"Your suicide ninjas could deal devastating damage to structures. Let's exploit that."
Chu Renjie's reasoning was sound—his strategy displayed far more depth than Chen's.
However, Chen Youyi, as the temporary commander, dismissed the idea outright.
"No need for tricks!"
Chu frowned. "Master Chen, this isn't like you."
"Someone is watching me," Chen sneered, "and I'll crush Wu Chi in a grand display, proving I'm destined to win!"
Much time passed before the army finally reached Wu Chi's base.
From several hundred meters away, they could see the territory's defenses:
No visible guards on the fences, just twelve defensive towers.
"How naive!"
"Does he think he can stop an army?"
The lords laughed heartily, speculating that Wu Chi might flee and resort to guerrilla tactics.
Unexpectedly, Wu Chi had chosen to defend his base—a death wish in their eyes.
"Fire the heavy artillery first!" Chen ordered.
But before the tanks could fire...
From the other side of the wall came a series of strange "poof" sounds, followed by thick, green fog billowing outwards.
"What's this? Poison gas?"
Chen shouted in alarm, "Where are the priests? Purify it! Use cleansing spells!"
Immediately, all priests and spellcasters activated their abilities, but no matter what purification or detoxification they tried, nothing worked.
"What is this?" Chen wondered, only to catch a whiff of the noxious gas.
A horrid stench filled the air.
"This is..."
"Shameless!"
Chen turned pale, clutching his throat as he fell from the tank.