Chapter 830 Offended!

but.

Facing the puppet rushing forward.

Zhang Xiaoying, who transformed into an Ultraman, didn't resist, but jumped high again, not only dodging the two spinning blades that were chopped down, but also leaped to the back of the puppet!

Although that guy can manipulate the puppet with silk thread, it is impossible to manipulate the puppet as flexible as a real body.

In the air, Zhang Xiaoying turned her body like a swallow again.

"Offended again!"

Even at this time, Zhang Xiaoying still remembers to apologize while beating...

"call!"

An ax slashed at the puppet's head!

Seeing this scene, the boy's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He knew that Zhang Xiaoying, who was unable to use divine power to attack with the influence of the Conferred God Stone, could not destroy this puppet with a single axe.

Even if it is hacked, the puppet is nothing more than a hole in the head, which does not affect the battle at all.

This is the benefit of the puppet, even if the head is chopped off, it still does not delay the manipulation of the battle.

However.

At the moment when it was about to hit the puppet's head, the ax in Zhang Xiaoying's hand suddenly slipped and slashed towards the air behind the puppet, as if it had been cut in half.

"Not good!" The face of the young man who was still in the old god suddenly changed.

"Boom!"

The ax fell, and a series of fine cracking sounds came.

In the seemingly empty air, thin lines that were invisible to the naked eye were cut to pieces!

The puppet who was turning around suddenly stood in place, lost the ability to move in an instant, and fell to the ground with a "crash".

"Ka Ka Ka Ka..."

There was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing, and the rotating blades installed on the puppet's arms actually smashed its own body into pieces, and finally embedded itself deeply in the soil, stopping its rotation.

Panting, Zhang Xiaoying turned her head to look at the boy: "Do you really think I'm an unthinking Tie Hanhan?"

The boy didn't speak.

Zhang Xiaoying didn't speak either.

Divine power surged, and an army of more than 20,000 orcs suddenly appeared behind Zhang Xiaoying, densely packed in the forest.

The moment they appeared, the 5,000 half-orc army who had mastered the Ultra Transformation skills burst out with bright light, and then turned into Ultraman one by one!

In the dense forest, Ultraman is swarming.

"Let him go," Zhang Xiaoying glanced at the airtight cage that was still quiet, her eyes were a little worried, then she gritted her teeth and said, "Otherwise today I will let you know how many forms Ultraman has!"

After knowing the weakness of that puppet, Zhang Xiaoying was no longer afraid of the boy in front of her.

If Cao Dahua hadn't been worried about being trapped in a cage by the opposite side, he would have killed him with an ax long ago.

However.

"Hehe, there are quite a lot of people." The young man looked at Zhang Xiaoying and the Ultraman and half-orc army with a smile, and said unhurriedly: "Is it better than whose believers are better?"

Zhang Xiaoying didn't speak.

The priesthood of the God of Textiles is regarded as a waste priesthood, not only because the abilities of the priesthood itself are not suitable for combat, but also because the believers cultivated by the God of Textiles are human craftsmen who are not good at fighting, or some silkworms .

She just wants to bully the believers of the God of Textiles who are not strong!

"It seems that you know the God of Textiles well.

The young man spread his hands, "Indeed, my believers are just some human weavers, artisans, and some silkworm-like insect races that weave silk." "

"If you really want to fight, it is indeed not as powerful as a half-orc."

"However," the boy sighed, "I fight, and I never need believers."

The voice fell.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The sound of a series of gears turning sounded behind the boy.

Behind him, dense figures suddenly appeared.

Not believers, but more than 20,000 battle dolls.

Each of those battle dolls looks different, some have blades attached to their limbs, some have extremely large mouths with fangs like pulverizers, and some have extremely long limbs, like four long whips.

There are also sharp metal spikes all over the body, and some battle dolls are not human at all, crawling on the ground like wild wolves, or have dense but sharp foot blades and slender bodies like centipedes.

This scene was extremely weird.

It's an army of puppets!

Whether it is speed or strength, a doll with eighth-level strength!

Ten of the teenager's fingernails fell off, and silk grew out. Not only that, every inch of skin and every pore on his body also had dense silk threads extending out.

Like a human-shaped spring silkworm spinning silk.

And these densely packed silk threads are impressively connected to the more than 20,000 combat dolls, manipulating every joint of them.

"You half-orcs are indeed very powerful, but in the face of 20,000 dolls who are not afraid of death and feel no pain, can they stand up?" The young man looked at those half-orcs curiously.

Looking at the army of dolls, Zhang Xiaoying sneered, "You're lying to me? I don't believe you can manipulate so many dolls by yourself."

The young man with thin lines extending from every inch of his skin smiled.

Did not speak.

But as his pores shrank, those silk threads suddenly tightened.

"Crack."

"Crack."

"Crack."

The puppets who were standing still suddenly raised their heads in unison, and then walked forward step by step in an orderly manner, standing among the young men.

Like a silent army, the light reflected by the metal shells exudes a strong sense of oppression.

"Never underestimate any priesthood."

"Don't underestimate the God of Weaving's mastery of silk threads. Is it difficult to manipulate 20,000 dolls?"

The boy looked at Zhang Xiaoying with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Xiaoying's complexion suddenly turned ugly.

There is no doubt that this guy can really manipulate 20,000 dolls at the same time!

Moreover, the movements of those puppets just now were absolutely unified, and there was no trace of stagnation, almost no different from living things.

"Don't worry about it." Zhang Xiaoying gritted her teeth fiercely, and stretched out her hand: "Little ones, I apologize!"

Ultraman and the orc army bowed in unison: "Offended!"

The young man looked at Zhang Xiaoying and suddenly felt a little dazed, thinking what was going on with this girl, it was fine to apologize suddenly during the fight before, why now the believers came out and organized a group to apologize?

In fact, Zhang Xiaoying, Cao Dahua, Ji Long, and Bai Zhaoyun were also very puzzled at this time. The other party didn't apologize when they fought with them, so why didn't they suffer punishment for violating the rules?

But this is not the time to ask.

"Little ones, cut the silk thread behind them, charge!" Zhang Xiaoying took the ax and rushed over immediately.

behind.

More than 20,000 Ultraman army and half-orc army followed closely behind.

The young man smiled, and the more than 20,000 puppets also charged forward.

Ultraman's battle with hard metal.

A duel between Orcs and Icy Dolls.

"Come on!"

"Light, give me strength!"

"Otto Flying Kick!"

"sorry!"

"terribly sorry!"

"Ka Ka Ka..."

For a moment, the half-orcs roared loudly, and the puppets only responded to them with the sound of gears turning.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the half-orcs fell in pieces.

And those puppets were also smashed into pieces of broken metal by the half-orcs while apologizing, with their powerful fists and sticks.

While avoiding the spikes on a puppet, Zhang Xiaoying looked at the battlefield with an ugly expression.

She originally thought that after knowing the weaknesses of these puppets, the orc army on her side would be enough to crush them.

After all, as long as the silk thread behind those puppets is cut off, these puppets with super combat power will instantly become scrap iron that cannot move.

But when they really fought, Zhang Xiaoying realized that she had underestimated that textile god!

Although the half-orcs and Ultraman army on my side were brave, they only rushed forward with brute force when fighting.

However, those puppets could cooperate perfectly and cover each other. Not many half-orcs had the chance to rush behind these puppets.

Even those lifeless dolls could still move freely even if their heads were smashed off, and they used their own bodies to protect the silk thread behind other dolls from being cut off.

This is a team that is not afraid of life and death, and has no emotions, and has a tacit cooperation that is comparable to the military forces of the Kingdom of God.

No.

It is more tacit than the so-called military forces, because they are all manipulated by one will, and they have no independent thinking ability at all.

They are like puppets manipulated by the young man. This kind of cooperation is of course a tacit understanding!

These marionettes are not afraid of death, will not suffer, will not think, and will only act according to the master's manipulation. Although they are not believers, their role on the battlefield is stronger than believers!

Possessing such an invincible abnormal physique, coupled with the suppressing effect of the powdered Conferred God Stone mixed in their bodies, the battle is almost overwhelmingly crushed.

And although Zhang Xiaoying is powerful, when fighting, she always goes forward and fights head-to-head.

For this Tie Hanhan, being able to figure out the weaknesses of those puppets is already the limit, and he doesn't have the brains to command his disciples to cooperate in battle... IQ is hindered.

And the half-orcs and Ultraman disciples under her only fought recklessly with their strong strength, and never practiced tacit cooperation in battle.

One ebbs and another.

In just a few minutes, thousands of orcs were killed or injured, and even more than a hundred of the five thousand Ultraman were directly beheaded!

"I really didn't expect that the marionette used for performances could be brought to the battlefield."

Zhang Xiaoying finally cut off the thin golden thread of the puppet in front of her with an axe, looking at the tragic battlefield with an extremely complicated expression on her face.

"Ding dong, ding dong."

The red light on the chest began to flash.

And in this tense moment.

"Roar!"

In the closed cage that had been silent for a long time, there was a dull roar suddenly.

In a dark, airtight cage.

"Damn it!"

Cao Dahua, who was crazily beating the huge cage with a pair of dragon claws, suddenly stopped, and fell to the ground with a pale face, his breath quickly withered, and the huge dragon claws uncontrollably became normal again.

Cao Dahua's body began to tremble violently, and his facial features were tangled together in pain.

It's not that he feels uncomfortable because he was imprisoned in a cage turned into a puppet.

but...

"I am so hungry."

Cao Dahua clutched his stomach.

The hunger that penetrated deep into the bone marrow struck again.