Xue Hua's method is actually very simple, the insect swarm has a high-altitude transport unit like the king worm, and their current ceiling in manned conditions has completely broken through the limits of the atmospheric stratosphere, and they are completely able to transport people over the heads of the winged demons without them knowing.

However, Xue Hua didn't plan to use the king worm to transport everyone in the fleet directly, because if he did, the huge size of the king worm would also be easily discovered by the winged demons or the underwater water shark demons when they took off and landed.

Besides, it would be too much trouble, and it would take a lot of time just to explain the origin of the king worm to a group of high-level professionals and convince them to let the king worm stuff them into their stomachs.

But if you just use the King Worm to airlift the legendary Assassin who will be invisible, everything will be much simpler.

A ship was brought over by the legendary Assassin Evan, and then Evan was brought back from high altitude by the King Worm.

After repeating this cycle two or three times, they were able to bypass the patrol lines of the Winged Demon and the Water Shark Demon without even noticing.

As soon as Xue Hua's plan was proposed, it immediately attracted a lot of approval, many of Xue Hua's king insects had seen them, but they didn't know that a monster the size of the house actually had the ability to transport.

Marion glared at the twitching Ocasso fiercely, and hurriedly asked Xue Hua to participate in the improvement of the plan, and by the way, he also asked someone to bring them breakfast......

......

Just as the iceship fleet was about to carry out the landing plan, far north of the rainforest, the professionals of the Demon Slayer Legion were engaged in a moderately intense tug-of-war with the clone army of the Demon Legion.

Paladins and Barbarians, as well as various summons, are at the forefront, while other classes are constantly throwing various skills in the direction of the Hell Legion behind the line.

Fireballs of lightning and arrows and javelins flew wildly in mid-air, and a group of paladins in white cloaks patrolled the rear of the battle line.

They stepped on their feet to pray, meditate and purify the three aura, and when they saw a seriously injured professional, they threw a bullet of holy light at him.

These paladins have a very high level of Holy Light Bullets, and usually a single shot of Holy Light Bullets can return the life of a professional.

These white-cloaked paladins are a highlight of the Demon Slayer Professional's legion, and their comrades in the legion often refer to them as "Angels of Reincarnation", meaning that as long as they are around, no matter how badly injured you are, they will drag you back from the clutches of death.

It is precisely because of the existence of these "reincarnation angels" that although the Demon Slayer Legion has been fighting a war of attrition with those sleepless and tireless demon clones and monster projections for several days and nights, their combat attrition has been controlled at a very low level.

The commander of the Demon Slayer Legion is a paladin with a narrow scar on his face that spans the entire face, and the scar on his face was formed before he became a professional, and this scar can be erased after becoming a professional, but it is all up to his own will.

And it is obvious that this paladin with a vicissitudes of life has no intention of erasing this scar.

He was now standing on a high ground behind the right side of the battlefield, looking at the majestic and magnificent battlefield below with his arms crossed.

Directly in front of his eyes was a huge rainforest completely different from the vast wasteland behind him.

This is the dividing line between the desert and the rainforest of Kegistan, and their goal lies in the depths of this huge rainforest.

In reality, however, the real mission of the Demon Slayer Legion is to drag the main force of the Demon Legion to the edge of this remote sand dune, and the real main force of attack is the Council Guard Legion from Lugoin.

Their goal was simply to buy enough time for the Legion of the Council Guard.

Thinking of the jealous look in the look in Okasso's eyes when he looked at him before leaving, the paladin couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

That bastard war maniac thought he had robbed him of his main attack position, but they didn't know that they were the real main attackers!

Once the council guard legion successfully executes its plan, the demon legion here will have to shrink back and rush back to the rescue of Kurast.

At that time, it is time for the real decisive battle to begin.

As for now?

It's just a small fight.

The paladin shook his head, turned to an assassin in black leather armor behind him, and said, "Let the second squadron press on it as well, the pressure is not enough now, we must make them think that our side is the main direction of attack." ”

"Understood." The Assassin nodded, and his figure disappeared in an instant, running towards the barracks at the rear of the battlefield.

More than ten minutes later, thousands of meters of professionals walked out of the barracks, and they formed a neat phalanx and pressed towards the front line of the battlefield, besieging the clones of the demon legion from the flanks, as if they wanted to directly divide and surround and destroy them.

The demon legions in the jungle also reacted quickly, and a large number of monster projections and demon clones rushed out of the jungle, pressing the new professionals back into the battlefield.

The moderate-intensity tug-of-war quickly escalated into a full-scale confrontation, with the battlefield once again stretching out along the edge of the rainforest to both sides.

Seeing this scene, the paladin nodded with satisfaction, this kind of intensity of battle was enough for the commanders of the Demon Legion to have no time to care.

Immediately, the paladin's eyes darkened again, and he stared at a small area at the back of the jungle, where there was a very tall giant tree.

On the treetops of the giant tree, a figure in a light green robe stood quietly, he also looked at the cliff where the paladin was located with cold eyes, the distance between the two spanned thousands of meters, and they should not be able to see each other, but both of them felt the familiar aura emanating from each other, which was the smell of old enemies.

......

Deep in the rainforest, in a sweltering, humid cellar in an abandoned city, a group of people are gathering to discuss something.

In the middle of them there was a stone platform, on which floated a spherical energy bubble, and in the light green light of the energy bubble, a strangely shaped dagger was slowly rotating in the energy bubble.

This is the holy relic of the seaport of Curast - Gidbin.

The "Riddle Monk" Ormas brought it out when he led the survivors out of Kurast, and now the artifact has become an umbrella for all survivors and the parliamentary investigative team, and the energy field it emits blinds the senses of the pursuers, allowing the survivors to find a relatively safe hiding place in the cellars of the abandoned city of "Ji Kuhl".

"Lord Omas, reinforcements from the Council are coming to shore today, and we have received accurate information from the Council that they need our guidance to avoid the demon legion spies that are ubiquitous in the rainforest......"

A druid in brown leather armor said to Omarth.

"The trade winds have told me that they need to pass the first barrier of the Eye of Heaven and the Mouth of the Sea before they can reach our land.

The jungle asks us to be patient, and when their feet set foot on our land, there will naturally be someone to guide them in their path. ”

Omars focused his attention on the matter of injecting power into Gidbim, and he replied to the druid's words with a strange riddle very casually.

Fortunately, several members of the parliamentary investigation team had become accustomed to Omas's way of speaking for so long, and what he meant by this was that they should not worry, and that he had already made a good arrangement.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Omas."

The druid immediately nodded like Omars in thanks, although this guy spoke in a Shinto manner, but he had always done things very reliably, which was evident from the fact that he was able to escape from the city in time with the essence of Kurast and quickly find a safe place to stay.