Three Hundred and Twenty-One Two

When Tony got into the tank and saw the crew members who didn't know what to say, the t800 outside the tank had already turned towards the devastated demon troops. Crazy sand net

Some demon troops charged at him wielding long swords, while others retreated to cover the already badly wounded demon general.

This t800 god puppet who has dominated the battlefield like a god descended to earth, wearing his irritating smiling face mask, took a step and walked step by step towards the demon soldiers wielding long swords.

He walked leisurely, as if he was watching his back garden. When the opponent came with a long sword of black flame magic, he just waved his hand and formed a huge magic defense in front of him. Barrier, isolating all attacks against him.

It was a desperate strength gap. Although those demons were still desperately attacking, they had no hope.

"Why struggle? Why don't you accept the rule of His Majesty the great Emperor Lanhir? We are leading the world forward! And you are just stumbling blocks!..." The t800 walked forward confidently, and then made a mistake with both hands , broke a demon's very thick-looking arm.

As he spoke, he took the long sword dropped by the demon whose arm was twisted into an S shape, and slashed the demon's head with his backhand.

With a slight push of the other palm of the t800, the rushing demon was pushed into the distance by the surging air. It fell and rolled in a tumble until it fell several meters away before it stopped.

The upper part of the demon was immediately covered with dust, and the armor became distorted due to the huge impact. When he was in the air, he struggled because of the squeezing pain. His hands and legs were broken while rolling. When he stopped, he could only vomit blood and wait to die.

"You are like a virus! You suddenly appeared in this world! You shouldn't exist... Wouldn't it be good to accept your own destiny and meet death?" The three demons who rushed forward said sarcastically.

Tony saw all this in the tank's periscope, and also heard the unsuppressed voice of the t800, with a helpless expression on his face: "I just said, these magicians are all virtuous!"

The demons on both sides of the intersection came like a tide, and they were greeted by two huge magic circles next to the t800. These two magic circles are like life-devouring demons, splashing out countless magic, drowning the seemingly strong demon army.

Before the demons in the distance retreated or continued to attack, Lanhill's covered artillery fire was shrouded, and the dense 155mm caliber howitzer shells fell nearby like raindrops, covering the open space where the demons were all at once.

The demons attacking the crossroads have finally retreated, and this may be the first time they have begun their own retreat today. Those demon troops who crossed the roads on both sides of the intersection also had to suspend their outflanking attacks.

At the same time, in the Ferry City, where both sides have invested a lot of troops to compete, on a street that is already full of demons and human corpses, a t800 wearing a black robe and a smiley mask on his face is walking in the air. One person on the street.

In front of him was an army of demons who kept retreating, kept retreating, and had long been scared to death, and behind him was an empty street with nothing.

The t800 slowly raised his hands, revealing his complex palms made of steel, scaring the countless demon soldiers on the opposite side to involuntarily step back again.

However, the magic circle did not light up in front of him, because he just waved his hands at these demon soldiers: "Don't be afraid! Go on attack! I'm testing the standby time of this puppet..."

A few blocks away from here, a tall demon officer struggled with a ghastly face, like a desperate man.

Behind him, a man wearing a smiling face mask pinched the demon officer's head with his palm, like a child who made a mistake.

Behind him was a group of Ranhill grenadiers who had run out of bullets. The faces of these grenadiers were full of disbelief, but the originally desperate eyes were full of surprises at this moment.

They were still surrounded by siege a moment ago, they ran out of ammunition and food and there was no rescue, and they were about to die for the country. And at this moment, they saw a man descend from the sky, killing the mighty demon in front of them.

What is even more terrifying is that this magical god of war actually captured an officer headed by a demon, and it can be completely described by the word "searching for things".

To use a popular saying, for these Ranhill soldiers, happiness came too quickly and too suddenly.

"Isn't it still majestic just now?" The t800 puppet holding the demon officer's head in one hand, as if carrying a rabbit, walked in front of a group of demons, and then raised his remaining arm up, his hand Turning the palm of his hand, a huge magic circle appeared above his head.

In this magic circle, countless ice cones spewed out, as if countless machine gun bullets were swept into the team of demon soldiers.

Suddenly, screams rang out, and some demons who raised the magic defense barrier did not hold up for a few seconds under the powerful attack. Seeing that the barrier was penetrated by the ice pick, they died tragically in the follow-up ice pick attack. .

...

"Your Majesty! Since this thing is so useful..." After looking at Chris, the two standing in the past were like the god puppets of Lanhir's nightmare, and they were also improved super god puppets. Luo Kai said excitedly. Make your own suggestions.

And his words were interrupted by Minister of Defense Kastner beside him. Jiang is still old and hot, and people are still old. Although Kastner is handsome and handsome, it does not mean that he is stupid.

The former king of the Higgs Kingdom is still wise and wise and has his own ideas. Just listening to him speak, he said before Luo Kai: "Your Majesty! This thing is so easy to use, if it can be mass-produced, we can be invincible!"

Chris shook his head and said, "Sorry, this thing can't be mass-produced! Besides, the defects are quite big."

He pointed to the two silent Ranhir modified god puppets behind him, and introduced: "In order to avoid being affected by the magic source, this thing must be implanted with human spiritual power as the foundation of the puppet's operation. "

"Ordinary people's mental strength is not enough to control the god puppet, let alone control the latest improved god puppet?" He paused for a while, and then continued: "In addition, the material is too expensive, the 80486 chip It’s also very difficult to manufacture, and the prices are ridiculously high.”

"There are still some problems. For example, we can't find people with high loyalty to export spiritual power to control these god puppets." He shook his head after saying this, and gave a very absolute conclusion: "Mass production is not a problem. It's possible, and maintaining these numbers is the limit of what we can do."

"Then... how many t800s are there now?" Vagron frowned slightly and asked curiously.

"The maximum number of my mental powers that can be maintained is 9. Two are by my side now, and the rest have been sent to Ferry City." Chris didn't intend to hide it, and replied.

In fact, he doesn't have to hide it. No one can thoroughly investigate how many god puppets he can control. Even if the investigation finds out how many god puppets there are now, it is not necessarily the actual number of god puppets.

"It's quite a lot..." Hearing this number, Waggon let out a sigh of relief and asked Chris, "So, our battle in Ferry City will definitely be won?"

"If the enemy can't come up with any decent new means, I think the victory will definitely belong to Ranhill." Chris also replied firmly.

He has confidence in the t800, and he has a lot of confidence. No matter how powerful the demon army is, it is no more powerful than the killing machines he created.

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"Put me down! Put me down! I want to continue fighting with him! The devil will never back down! Bastard! Bastard! Put me down!" Among the soldiers who were carrying themselves back quickly, the demon general kept on struggling.

He is not willing to fail like this, and he is not willing to let go of the great situation like this. He was about to meet the final victory, but these puppets wearing smiling face masks suddenly turned the tide of the battle.

In the sky, two t800 god puppets came and went like the wind, and they had already shot down several demon dragons from the demon army.

Although these magic dragons are not precious, they are not just squandering troops. After losing dozens of them, the magic dragon troops have completely lost their arrogance.

The two t800 god puppets in charge of the sky covered each other, like two fighter jets, shuttled between the clouds, hunting their targets one after another. Every locked target will then be destroyed by them above the sky.

On the ground, next to the t800 god puppet at the crossroads, another t800 god puppet that flew from a distance gently fell, the floating magic under his feet dissipated gently, and he asked, "Can you help me? ?"

"You are as annoying as Master Chris." T800 said coldly with a long sword in his hand.

Then the t800 who came over laughed and joked: "Aren't you the same as Master Chris? We all belong to him, which one might be different?"

In his tank, watching two t800s teasing on the battlefield, Tony was so shocked by what he saw that he was speechless. There are actually two such powerful god puppets!