Chapter 499 45 Species Should Follow the Rules of Spectators. If They Act Carelessly, They Will Be Punished.

Chapter 499 45. Those who eat melons should follow the rules of eating melons. If you end up casually, you will be punished.

"That lunatic V is hunting down the conqueror. The liquidator barbarians can no longer satisfy his appetite. This lunatic is looking for death!"

The roar of Auntie Rogge, the logistics director of the afterlife team, kept echoing among the team members. She screamed:

"Drag that lunatic back before he cripples himself. The prosthetic body on his body is very expensive to repair! In addition, the forward of the Hell Army seems to have been defeated. You retreat!

I'm downloading consciousness data.

A Tao Kang mercenary army will escort you into the rear. There are too many liquidators, and the two mentors' guards cannot withstand such casualties. "

"We can't get out."

Captain Morgan picked up the Falk gun in his hand and fired a shot in front of him. After completing the green light clearance, he raised his left fist and knocked down the Conqueror Kingpin who was sneaking up from behind.

His right hand, as thick as a strange shape, is like a blood-colored stone fist, and every blow will cause the ground to crack.

The right hand of destruction suggested by Mason obviously fits Morgan's rough fighting style, but compared with Mason's "plug and play" left hand of creation, this powerful and brutal right hand has an "adaptation period."

Old Morgan has not yet reached a perfect adaptation, so he regrets that he cannot use this right hand to release the magic of destruction.

But with such a magical weapon in hand, it was easy to beat the conqueror. Kingpin, who was obviously strengthened by some kind of medicine, burped on the spot within ten seconds of his heavy punch.

But Morgan found little joy.

Because he had seen more sonic boom channels opening directly in their retreat route.

As expected of a conqueror who specializes in war, this tactic of "dropping the main force in the rear" makes people lose their temper at all. They have obviously figured out the situation and do not intend to let go of these "traitors".

They didn't even plan to engage in a rout battle, and just adopted the "total annihilation" approach.

However, the three Conqueror sequences add up to a superhero camp of more than 900 people plus 27 squandering legions of liquidators. With this dual advantage of quality and quantity, the opponent does have the capital to engage in such a crushing battle. .

The Swordsman's Hell Legion has been sacked, while the Hunter's Wild Hunt Red Knights are roaming the battlefield mainly to prevent the Cleaners from breaking through to the rear and destroying the interferometer.

The team members who were brought here expected that the battle would be difficult, but they did not expect that less than ten minutes into the battle, they would already be in a desperate situation of being surrounded.

Tsk, as expected, explorers should not try to do other people's army work.

Old Morgan jumped on the activated Octant heavy drone, stretched out his hand to tear apart the steel, picked up a kinetic energy heavy machine gun, and fired at the biochemical barbarians surrounding him. I shouted to old Aunt Rogge in the back:

"Place the 'Hammer Guards' one kilometer behind us! Set the mode to annihilation and set the self-destruction time for ten minutes!"

"You're crazy!"

Rogge cursed:

"Each Heavy Hammer body is equipped with a micro-nuclear bomb, and the self-destruction of a guard will also cover you. Besides, applying for this kind of restricted awareness data requires reporting in advance.

That might not be the case in Buttermos, huh? Wait, this is..."

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the old aunt's hesitation, Captain Morgan, who was COS Rambo, asked in surprise:

"What happened?"

"The consciousness data of 300 heavy hammer machines have been copied, and Otto has given us super administrator rights! And the data network channel is extremely active today, as if some mechanical god heard our request for help."

Old Aunt Rogge shouted excitedly:

"In the next thirty minutes, we can download the legendary combat consciousness data without restrictions, and the copying rights that have always been denied have been delegated.

Hold on!

Morgan, I will copy thirty Vs right now to rescue you! "

"30 is not enough! Old aunt, be bold!"

V’s miserable voice howled in the communicator:

"When these liquidator bastards saw it, they thought we couldn't copy it. Come on, 300! 300 per person! Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore, Sian Westan is going to smoke from me.

Damn, my brain is on fire.

Prepare a new spare body for me, Rogge. I'm going to kill this nasty war machine in front of me and take off his mechanical head and kick it as a ball!

When you eat my Cyber ​​Sword Master, I will stop the three-sword style secret technique and explode! "

"boom"

A few seconds later, a loud bang exploded on the already chaotic position.

V's self-destruction took away four mecha superheroes including War Machine and Iron Overlord. In addition to the unlucky ones who were hacked to death by him before, this wave of results is really good.

It seems that this guy had previously boasted to Mason that he was invincible when he was below A-level, but he was not just bragging when he was above A-level.

"Xili! The bad news is that my demon army only has one-third of its reserve troops left. The good news is that the world of God has joined the battlefield. After the demon army withdraws, the androids will take over the front."

The swordsman's shout magically rang in Ciri's ears.

The hunter is now holding two swords and performing her famous "Flashing Sword Technique". Every blow will take away the lives of everyone within thirty yards, which looks extremely cool.

Ciri's activeness soon attracted the attention of the conquerors. Seeing the sonic boom tunnel explode next to her and then an elite Spartan came shouting and killing, the hunter was forced to use the power from Lord Fate that she had always disliked.

The energy similar to the Force gathered, and at the moment of release, the Spartan Berserker who rushed to her was lifted into the air with the "Force Locking Throat" trick, and then Ciri's charged "Phantom Slash" instantly beheaded him.

Handsome, it is indeed handsome!

Tired is also really tired.

"If you have any good news, tell me now! The speed of the Red Cavalry's damage is beyond my expectation. They are ready to retreat. These guys are elves, and they are notoriously difficult to breed.

My contract with them is not mandatory. They will evacuate on their own initiative when the damage is too great."

She panted and shouted to the swordsman, who was silent for a few seconds and then sent her good news:

"Utopia has also sent reinforcements, but they were asked by the Supreme Professor to keep a low profile, so they can only help us guard the interference device and cannot directly join the battlefield.

They will be here soon.

It is said that they are very powerful guys."

"Don't brag, let them come quickly."

Ciri is under a lot of pressure.

Unlike the swordsman who is born a war maniac, she always needs to consider a lot, but her brain is not suitable for such careful thinking. This will be interfered by the cosmic tuning fork and unable to contact her external brain, which makes her very anxious.

Amid her urging, the swordsman also became anxious, because they all saw a particularly huge sonic boom channel opened directly behind the battlefield.

A combat outpost very similar to the previously appeared battle Death Star appeared from the passage, and the neutron killing device on it has begun to charge.

It is obvious that the Conqueror Sequence seniors are no longer willing to waste time on this uninhabited planet and intend to solve the problem once and for all.

Ah, the Star Destroyer is really a good thing.

One shot to solve the worries, and another shot if it doesn't work.

"Hurry up! I'm going to die!"

The swordsman's scream echoed in the communication, but the reinforcements of Utopia still did not arrive.

Just before the blue plume of neutron killing that was about to annihilate everything in the sky gathered, a voice that had never appeared in the communication before suddenly sounded:

"Why are you howling? I can let you die here? You're kidding!"

"Boom"

A loud bang exploded in the outer orbit of the uninhabited planet. The battle Death Star seemed to have some program problems, causing energy to flow back and explode, becoming a dazzling firework that illuminated the battlefield.

"Hey, Thousand Faces! Where did you go? Why can't I find you?"

The swordsman cheered, and then asked the A-level member "Thousand Faces" AKA Supreme Mystique, who had the lowest presence in his command and even in the entire A-level Twelve Council:

"I thought you were a deserter."

"What nonsense, you naughty kid."

Mystique scolded:

"Do you really think you can rush forward like you guys without caring about anything? I have mixed into the Conqueror Sequence in advance, and I am now in the main control room of their marching base.

Why do you think these guys can only use this kind of one Cleaner Corps at a time? Adding fuel to the fire? Do you think they are unwilling to deploy overwhelming force at once?

It was me who destroyed their transmission core. It's all my credit that you are alive now!

Idiot, but they have started to repair the core.

Twenty minutes at most, no matter whether Mason is ready or not, you must evacuate! Okay, no more talking, I have to leave, the fate of being caught by these guys is terrible. "

After saying that, the spy lady cut off the communication in a chic manner, and the belated Utopia reinforcements finally appeared. In the space-time rift opened by the Supreme Phantom Cat, a tall blue figure slowly walked into the battlefield.

The Emperor of Apocalypse raised his hand expressionlessly, and the thousands of Cleaner Barbarians who rushed towards him were buried under the ground and crushed to death in the rolling of the ground.

Behind him, three members of the Phoenix Five came, and they began to mobilize their forces, and groups of flashing light like the sun quickly covered the battlefield.

The flames of war, here, spread all over the prairie.

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"The reinforcements of the traitor Mason have been expelled from this world! Lord Warlock has ordered us to counterattack immediately! Retake the city and prepare to receive the Cleaner Corps."

In the Gotham world, within minutes after the cosmic tuning fork was activated, a new order was delivered to the pioneer team that had been defeated and forced to withdraw from the battlefield.

This is obviously a strategy prepared in advance.

A B-level captain who is loyal to Warlock is giving instructions to several team members in front of him in a hiding place in London.

But the enthusiasm for the counterattack order among the crowd is not high. The invasion has been going on for a full eight hours now, and even the dumbest guys have realized the inside story of this war.

Although it was said before that B-level members were randomly recruited to join the war, it is not difficult to find out now that there are not many B-level teams loyal to the Warlock faction. Those who were brought here are either from the Swordsman faction or neutrals.

As for the Hunter faction

What a joke? Given Lord Hunter's style of disregarding human life, which member who has made it to rank B would be stupid enough to join him?

In short, after the initial wave of enthusiasm for the invasion was dissipated by a head-on blow, the survivors who looked back have realized that the invasion itself may also be a means used by the warlocks to attack dissidents.

That bastard great mentor is forcing them, the middle-level staff, to either join the warlock faction or die in this dangerous Transcendent A Grade world.

Damn it!

It seems that the rumors circulated before the war started are true. This battle is not to hunt down the traitor Mason. The real background of this battle is the struggle for power between the three mentors.

This is really going to fucking change.

Some keen pioneers have realized that this battle will be an important event node for the Stars Association, which has been operating for seventeen years. Perhaps after this battle, the Stars Association will enter the One Word Hall dominated by the Warlock Grand Master. It's time.

Of course, if the hunter and the master swordsman win, will life be easier for everyone?

However, isn’t it true that everyone joins the Society of Stars just to make a fortune? If they are really interested in conquering and fighting, wouldn’t it be more promising to directly join the Cleaners Legion?

"Why don't you say anything?"

Seeing that his counterattack order was not responded to, the B-class captain of the Warlock faction suddenly became unhappy. This Goblin Slayer from an unknown world pushed his full-face helmet and shouted loudly:

"Are you going to disobey Lord Warlock's order? You disloyal guys! Do you want to disobey the will of the Star Council? You must think clearly. Even if you choose to stay here now, Lord Warlock's conquest will still be successful.

Now I bring you a little bit of family wealth and you can share the glory as a winner.

I’m not afraid to tell you either! "

The guy snorted and said:

"After this battle, the A-class personnel will be reshuffled. Many A-class members have died now. Lord Warlock's idea is to expand the A-class council to 24 seats.

It's impossible for him to be directly promoted from a C-class member, right?

24 A-level seats, everyone, those are 24 golden mountains waiting for you to dig. Don’t say we won’t give you the opportunity. The opportunity is right in front of you now. Let’s see if you can seize it. "

This rhetoric really makes some guys’ eyes light up.

But before they could complete the change of mind, the door of the hiding place exploded with thunderous roars.

Goblin Slayer immediately drew his sword and looked behind him, but what came was not the most vicious superheroes or elusive assassins in this world.

It was an old man wearing a white robe holding a lightning staff. It was the old wizard Shazam, an A-class member who had hardly appeared since the beginning of the war.

Behind him were more than a dozen captains of the B-level Blazers team, as if they were following his lead.

"What are you doing here?"

Old Shazam looked around with a smile and asked.

Goblin Slayer, who was very proud just now, became silent now. He did not dare to directly contradict the A-class members, so he could only let it go. The old wizard was not polite and did not talk nonsense. He waved his hand directly and said:

"You all know me. I am not a member of the three mentor factions. I am an absolute neutral. I also know that the situation has now reached a critical point in the invasion war. I know that everyone has various thoughts in their hearts. idea.

But before you push your idea forward, you might want to hear my opinion. "

The old man coughed a few times and said slowly:

"Who wins and who loses has nothing to do with us? Victory, promises, seats, and benefits are all things for the future. The most important thing now is to survive.

Your life is your own, everyone.

You didn't run out of your own world to become cannon fodder for someone's ambition, right? It just so happens that I have some weak points with the three major mentors, and I also have some friendship with Mr. Mason, who is currently in charge of this world.

I set up a safe zone in Kandak.

There are already 42 teams of fellow pioneers staying there temporarily, and tens of thousands of C-class members are rushing there.

I promise you!

As long as you enter there, no matter how this war turns out, it will have nothing to do with you. Let them resolve the grievances between the three great mentors on their own.

The most important thing for us refugees from the dark ages is not to be used as a weapon by some ambitious guys.

Do you think this is correct? "

"Well said!"

The old wizard Shazam raised his head and said what everyone wanted to say but dared not say. It immediately aroused the resonance of those guys in the crowd who were no longer willing to continue fighting.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Goblin Slayer immediately waved his sword and shouted:

"Shut up! You wizard! Lord Warlock has already gained the upper hand! You asking us to be neutral at this time is obviously trying to sidetrack you! You are also part of the traitor Mason's group!

I want you."

"boom"

Dazzling lightning erupted from the old wizard's hand, converging into a chain of restraints and lifting Goblin Slayer into the air.

In the flash of lightning, the old wizard who had smiled just now said with a cold face:

"Are you accusing me of having a false identity as a neutral? Do you dare to talk nonsense even if you have evidence? Do you know that A-class members enjoy the priority of execution in war, first to die first and then to ask questions later?

I do admire Mason Cooper, but that doesn't mean that I and the people behind me have to put all their treasure on him.

We are the neutrals in the dark ages! And I'm warning you, you warlock bastard, just listen to me!

The number of wanderers in the Star Society is ten times that of you pioneer hounds! I am their spokesperson, and you can do whatever you want without listening to my advice.

But I will tell you.

You will bear the consequences at your own risk! "