Chapter 889 Looting

Even if it was a great humiliation, so what, the situation was completely one-sided, and there were not many of them left in the Nether Race, so they had no choice but to wait for death.

Wei Wushuang in the National War Hall slowly withdrew the blessing of his soul power, feeling uneasy for a long time.

Originally, he thought that in this battle, he would eventually take action to help his apprentice, but he did not expect that the situation in front of him would be like this.

The attack of the destroying bombardment soul cannon is far beyond Wei Wushuang's imagination, and it is also beyond the imagination of the vanguard of the Nether tribe.

The bombardment of the ten soul cannons directly collapsed the defense of the opponent's Void Boat. Except for You Wuying, all the top experts in the Opening Realm and the Cave Heaven Realm were bombarded and killed.

Especially at the back, the strong man who suddenly appeared killed the captain of the Nether tribe's vanguard with one stick.

Even Wei Shuang saw the tyranny of that stick, and felt terrified and inexplicably shocked.

Although in his realm, there is no way to see the mystery of that stick, this weird situation makes him puzzled.

Obviously, the person who made the move was an existence in the Huaxia Empire, his apprentice. In this empire, there are actually such strong people.

Fortunately, I was still worried before, thinking that I would have to do it myself, but from the beginning to the end, there was almost nothing to do with me.

But after this fight, Wei Wushuang also had a better understanding of his apprentice Lin Qian, and also had a better understanding of the Huaxia Empire.

He never thought that the strength of the Huaxia Empire would be so strong, and the power of the soul bombardment cannon would be so powerful.

If he was shocked by the spectacular scene of destroying and bombarding the ten doors in front of the soul cannon at the same time, then after the bombardment, Lin Qian's direct and intelligent attack and encirclement made him terrified.

He watched clearly, how Lin Qian manipulated the battlefield and played with the leader of the Nether tribe's vanguard under the applause.

In his eyes, the rhythm of his apprentice commanding the battle is like a beautiful piece of music, lingering in his ears, lingering.

The war presented to Wei Wushuang seems not to be war, but art.

The cooperation between the different arms of the Chinese Imperial Army was natural, and more importantly, the students who joined the Chinese Alliance did not have any grievances at all.

Instead, it blends in perfectly.

Here, Lin Qian played a crucial factor.

From the beginning to the end of the war, Wei Wushuang never saw his apprentice's orders stop.

Some orders were improvised, mobilizing the imperial army to besiege or block the enemy, and some were arranged in advance, waiting for the enemy to throw themselves into the trap and lure you into the urn.

Lin Qian's eyes could see through the entire battlefield, because the entire situation of the battle was presented in front of him in every detail.

He seemed to be controlling the battlefield with his own hands, and the injured person immediately turned back and let others go up.

This kind of command technique was something Wei Wushuang had never heard of and seen before, and this command technique also minimized the loss of the Huaxia Empire.

According to statistics after the war, none of the Huaxia Alliance students were killed in battle, only the Imperial Army killed 17,864 people.

After knowing the result, Lin Qian's expression was very gloomy, and he was very dissatisfied with the result.

On the other hand, the students of the Huaxia League are not satisfied, and they always feel that they have not used their fists and feet to show their true abilities.

Seeing this scene, Wei Wushuang wanted to cry but felt unreasonable.

According to records, the battle with the Nether tribe three million years ago was a heavy loss. Until now, the occasional contact with the Nether tribe army is also a machine.

The innate abilities of the Nether race are too despicable and vile, causing their losses and casualties to be extremely heavy.

If they confronted each other one by one, they would all die together. The higher the realm, the more heavy the casualties. A pioneering Nether tribe could even replace two pioneering experts on their side.

That's why Wei Wushuang was so shocked when Lin Qian led the Huaxia Empire to fight the Nether Clan, and he was so surprised after the battle was over.

If the process and result of the battle were to be known to people from all heavens and myriad realms, they might collapse directly.

If they knew that Lin Qian was extremely ashamed and gloomy about this result, they would probably commit suicide in shame.

It's just that Wei Wushuang also knows that facing the Nether Clan, the soul cannon of the Huaxia Empire may be a great weapon to restrain the opponent.

This kind of offensive Horcrux doesn't need to display its power at close range, and it can still exert its powerful lethality far away. No matter how powerful and unrivaled the talents of the Nether Race are, they are still powerless in the face of the Soul Cannon.

Of course, what made Wei Wushuang even more curious was that he had carefully observed that during the fight, the people on Lin Qian's side didn't seem to have affected the talents of the Nether clan.

Based on past experience, Wei Wushuang knew that after fighting with the Nether clansmen, the aura of the realm would definitely be weakened, and his strength would not be as good as before.

This situation lasted at least half a month, but after Wei Wushuang got in touch with the students of the Huaxia Alliance, he found that they had no influence at all. Reminiscent of the scene of the fighting on the screen, the unreasonable killing of the Nether Race, he guessed that they might not have been affected by the Nether Race.

Especially when he saw the metal detection card, he had a guess, and hurriedly found Lin Qian: "My good apprentice, do you have a way to solve the influence of the Nether race's talent?"

At this moment, before Lin Qian's eyes, there was a system frame that only he could see. He was reading Zhuge Ming's report, and at the same time asked directly, "Master is asking about the farting talent of the Nether tribe?"

Hearing these four words, Wei Wushuang couldn't help laughing. The Nether tribe's talent is so shocking that they gave them such a nickname.

He knew, however, that many Nether tribes could not bear the humiliation and blew themselves up to death, and he didn't want them to insult his talent, which was called farting.

"Yes, I do have a solution." After pondering for a while, Lin Qian nodded and admitted that the report Zhuge Ming gave him in front of him described in detail the data collected during the battle.

The metal detection cards on the students of the Imperial Army and the Huaxia Alliance collected accurate data during their fight with the Nether Race.

These data clearly reflected their reaction to the Nether race after taking the potion, their ability to withstand toxins, and so on.

According to the feedback from the metal detection card, Lin Qian already knew the truth about the racial talent of the Nether race, and understood what their poison was.

"In fact, Master, the talent of the Nether Race is not to prevent poison and weaken the enemy's ability, but to plunder!"