Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1199 - 404: Six Towns Arrive Together, Hand Over the Culprit, Divine Machine Crossbow, Sworn Oath

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"Release!"

The instant twenty Divine Machine Crossbows materialized, control passed to Yuwen Dao. He activated the initial one, issuing an order that triggered all twenty to unleash their strings at once.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Giant arrows forged from silver, stretching three meters in length with a fist-thick diameter; these resembled spears far more than typical crossbow bolts.

While the Divine Machine Crossbow operates on the same basic idea as the longbows favored by the Ice Abyss People, their might differs vastly. Upon release from the device, these silver behemoths didn't emit the usual sharp hiss but instead shattered the air with thunderous roars.

Once launched, the twenty silver giant arrows drew in the nearby air currents right away, morphing into streaks of brilliance as they hurtled straight at Yang Fa hovering above.

With the leading arrows stripping away the air in front, the trailing dozen faced zero drag. This collective volley doubled the force compared to Yuwen Dao's solo shot earlier.

"Block it!"

Right then, Yang Zhun and his airborne companions, previously so aloof, lost their composure entirely.

In the brief pause as the initial twenty silver bolts streaked closer, Yang Fa's complexion drained of color. Gazing at the more than ten thousand South City residents, he gritted his teeth and, against expectations, opted not to dodge but to hoist his long spear in defense.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

He lashed out wildly with the spear, cleaving through two bolts in a row, yet the third aimed squarely at his torso caught him off guard.

It was at that precise juncture that Yang Zhun intervened.

As Yang Zhun voiced his command, he diverted the third bolt too, while the remaining ten Xianyang Level fighters sprang into action, intercepting every last projectile.

"Fire arrows!"

Yet this marked merely the opening salvo!

Yuwen Dao and his team afforded Yang Zhun and the twelve no breathing room. Mere moments after the first bolts flew, the next set was already nocked in the mechanisms.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

Fresh from fending off the initial barrage, Yang Zhun and company now endured the onslaught of the subsequent wave of crossbow fire.

Followed by the third barrage, the fourth, the fifth...

Come the sixth round, Yuwen Dao intentionally offset the launches, splitting the twenty Divine Machine Crossbows into pairs of teams and assigning the latter to Luo Yuan, ensuring nonstop alternating fire skyward.

"Block them, we must go down and destroy those twenty Divine Machine Crossbows!"

"Army listen up! Encircle anyone who dares to come down."

Xia Chuan’s words overlapped almost perfectly with Shangguan Yang’s.

Following his directive, thirty thousand troops poured out in unison from the northern barracks beside the Ministry Building, decked in Lei Kui Golden Armor and gripping standard swords, rapidly encircling the twenty Divine Machine Crossbows in a dense ring.

The leading five thousand troops set aside their arms, retrieved sturdy bows from their backs, fitted silver-tipped arrows sequentially, pulled the strings to full draw, targeted the twelve figures aloft, yet held their shots.

"Old Lord Shangguan, why don’t you try being the first to come down?"

Xia Chuan’s taunt made Shangguan Yang’s features blaze crimson. Rage boiled inside him, but all he managed was relentless swings of his twin cyan blades to parry the incoming silver giants, too preoccupied to retort.

Shangguan Yang fared this way, and the other eleven Xianyang Level warriors struggled similarly.

Great Xia's crossbow projectiles possessed overwhelming potency!

Clearly, elite fighters such as Yang Zhun, Qin Feng, Shangguan Yang, and the rest of the Six Towns Lords handled these bolts with ease; deflecting or sidestepping them presented little challenge.

However, for those like Yang Fa, Mu Longhe, Shangguan Long, Ye Tianhao, whose power ranged from 4 to 9 Jun, even evading proved arduous, much less countering with their own might.

Consequently, their choices boiled down to just two paths.

Either spin about and retreat; or depend on Yang Zhun and allies for protection.

The issue lay in the very reason the Six Towns had converged that day?

Before the gaze of over ten thousand Cold Resistance levels and countless Earth-digging Realm soldiers in South City, amid the watching masses, fleeing was unthinkable. Any withdrawal now would brand the Six Towns as the butt of jokes across Moao South Slope.

Hence, they persisted in hacking at Great Xia’s airborne bolts. Now and then, the mightier ones—Yang Zhun, Qin Feng, Shangguan Yang—attempted a dive, only to reconsider upon eyeing the sea of tens of thousands of troops underneath.

Xianyang Level warriors boast impressive prowess, yet they aren't invincible!

Below, Great Xia had mustered thirty thousand strong, including at least seven or eight thousand Cold Resistance levels. A mere dip downward would invite peril from the vanguard five thousand archers at the ready.

In this way, the formidable Six Towns Lords, arriving as one, trapped themselves in a profoundly humiliating and sticky bind.

Unable to escape or linger without turning into sitting ducks!

The heart of the matter was that any decision would doom them to ridicule from South City's multitudes.

This humiliating tangle nearly burst Yang Zhun’s chest with wrath. Staring at Xia Chuan before the Ministry Building, the flames in his eyes intensified fiercely.

"Big brother, calm down! Xia Hong hasn’t appeared yet."

Spotting Yang Zhun’s escalating fury, Yang Fa issued a timely warning that tempered the boiling ire of Qin Feng and Shangguan Yang, prompting them to swiftly shelve their descent plans.

"What’s this about? Great Xia doesn’t need Xia Hong’s presence, just relying on crossbow arrows, they can block the Six Towns?"