Chapter 889

The Eternal Short Spear broke in two from the middle, causing all the strength of the Zerg Emperor to fall into the air, and the spear head was shining brightly towards his shoulder. There was no strength from the bald brother, it was all his own strength.

It would be a big joke if he treated himself well.

His reflexes were also superb. At the very moment, he swung his shoulders back and exerted force. At the same time, he exerted force with his waist and legs, turning in a circle in the direction he was dragging.

Why do enemies use such brittle weapons? Even if he had experienced many battles, he was also confused at this time.

The timing of the Eternal Short Spear breaking was just right. After breaking, with the power of the Zonghuang, the next moment the bald brother happened to meet face-to-face with the Zonghuang who had turned around. The distance between the two was less than half a meter.

This woman is so ugly! Art is always interlinked, and there is something in common with aesthetics. The Zonghuang thinks that the bald-headed man's dress is really eye-catching, and his temperament, clothing and behavior don't match at all!

Facing the fierce face and sharp fangs of the Zonghuang, the bald brother also felt deeply uncomfortable. The distance between the two of them was so close, without even thinking about it, he clenched the short stick in his hand and pointed it at the enemy's head.

This short stick stayed with him for a long time, according to Xianxia's point of view, it takes the longest time to warm up, and the stick is easier to use than the short spear, so you don't need much advanced skills, just pick it up and smash it.

"Duang!——" The bald man hit the Zonghuang on the head with a stick. The Zonghuang is not a red skull, he is also a cosmic level powerhouse. .

In addition, the bald brother slammed his hands and feet sideways, and he broke a tentacle on the top of the Zonghuang's head with a stick.

Zerg has no social structure of intelligent life, and their life and death are all controlled by the Zerg Emperor's thoughts.

This connection is extremely delicate and complex. The subject will donate part of his spiritual imprint to the Zonghuang, and he can rely on this part of the spiritual imprint to make the other party obey his orders unconditionally. It is precisely by this unique method that the Zonghuang It has become bigger and stronger like a snowball, unifying the chaotic and disordered negative space in a hundred years.

Pass your thoughts to your subordinates, and then give orders, and your subordinates will feed back a basic demand. This is the Zerg's ruling method.

He is God, and those worms are just worms, and there is a gulf of difference between the two.

It’s okay to put one imprint deep in his mind, ten or eight are also fine, but if the number becomes hundreds of millions or trillions, no matter how strong the Zonghuang’s mental power is, it’s useless, and all kinds of useless information will blow his head open.

The two tentacles on his forehead have now played a role,

Block, filter, and filter information to help him manage the huge Zerg.

Now that one of the tentacles was broken, countless information flooded into his brain in an instant, and his thoughts collapsed all of a sudden.

Before his thoughts collapsed, his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear, like a flashback, his thinking slowed down countless times, and Hela's clothes and hairstyle were firmly remembered in his mind... the color and hairstyle are forever It is the easiest part to remember, as for the appearance? Sorry, in the eyes of the Zerg, intelligent life looks pretty much the same.

In the next moment, he was overwhelmed by a wave of thoughts.

Who am I, where am I, and what I want to do are all basic questions. The spiritual feedback of many bugs made him even disappear the concept of 'self'.

"Buzz-buzz-hum-" The loud noise caused the entire Zerg camp to become chaotic.

The worm king broke a tentacle, and he lost control of the entire group in an instant. The orderly division of labor and cooperation before was broken, and the murderous and bloodthirsty nature was released again. The worms crazily ate everything around them, whether they were prisoners , steel or the same race, are their goals.

The huge mental impact nearly exploded the Zerg Emperor's head. His face was full of pain, trying to reconnect with all the Zergs, but it took time.

The bald-headed brother didn't give him time, and snatched the gun head back from his hand. He couldn't figure out where the worm's heart was, and stabbed several bloody holes in the worm emperor's chest, and then he seemed frightened. Fleeing from the scene of the crime as quickly as a rabbit.

chaos! Everywhere he could see was extremely chaotic, and if he was on the road alone in this situation, it was tantamount to being on the road, and he had to have a helper.

"The enemy is in chaos, it's a good time to rescue Ronan! Who wants to come with me?" He climbed up and called out, calling on the prisoners to join him to 'rescue people'.

The three Cree who were originally Ronan's soldiers responded first, and then most of the aliens in the camp were also agitated, scrambling to follow them to 'save people'.

Many people know that Ronan is strong and tyrannical. If nothing else, saving this person can at least lead him to escape, right? No one is stupid.

The flow of people converged and rushed towards Ronan's prison.

Their killing exacerbated the chaos in the entire camp. The insects with a clear division of labor began to kill all the creatures they saw frantically. A Kree soldier charged too far forward, and only realized when he faced the sharp forelimbs of the insects. Someone who had encouraged himself to rebel was gone.

The bald man has been studying the nearby terrain for several days. With the help of Hella's invisibility cloak, he turned left and right, and quickly got through among the worms that were killing each other.

"Kill me, I have tarnished the glory of the Cree, uh..." Ronan didn't see his face clearly, he could vaguely see that he was an intelligent life, and he wanted the bald man to kill him , in any case cannot be humiliated by the Zerg.

Waiting for him was the sap that the bald-headed brother is now more and more skilled. He was seriously injured with just one blow, and was tortured by the Zerg for several days. Ronan, who was already dying, was knocked out. Daquan came to Hela.

The dark red thread of life connected the two of them. Ronan's body was rapidly drying up, and his weight of 200 kilograms was transforming at a speed visible to the naked eye. Hela's exhausted expression was slightly relieved.

"We need the help of swallowing stars!" Hela has the pride of the Asgardians, and she can kill people, but she will not break her promise. To be able to fight out of the Zerg camp alone with the burden of the bald-headed brother, she needs the cooperation of Tun Xing.

Putting back on her clothes with some disgust, she raised the sword of the night sky and quickly slashed ahead, while the bald brother ran behind her with Ronan, who was less than a hundred catties on his back.

It was a bit difficult for Hela to kill those giant mountain-like beetles, and for this reason, he sucked part of Ronan's vitality, which made it difficult to win.

Throwing Ronan who was in a coma in front of Tun Xing, Hela was so tired that she sat down on the big beetle's leg to rest.

. Nine Heavens Emperor