Chapter One Thousand and Three: Humanoid Monsters

Anguish felt extremely exhausted.

It was the first time he faced such a strong opponent by himself, but they did not have a stronger armored division on the scene, so he could only come out.

The style of the long coat is light and elegant, from the wild road, but not weak.

Strong pressure is coming.

Their side can no longer fail. After the failure of the commander, there are now four games left. Once he loses here, the god-level civilization they face must be completely victorious.

The huge pressure made him not dare to relax in the slightest.

In the super state, the battle consciousness depicts the movement trajectory of the long coat. This trajectory is erratic, even he is very surprised.

Long clothing's attack is getting faster and faster.

Unable to attack, he dodged passively and looked extremely embarrassed at high altitude, but he was not injured. Under his concentration, he could still detect the direction of the danger and the attack trajectory of the long coat.

He wants to win this battle.

With this belief, his face became solemn.

The pressure in my mind is increasing.

In the hands of those orcs, the king of gods rescued all their clansmen, gave them education and an unparalleled good life, which was something they never dared to imagine.

He was one of the rescued members. In order to become the guardian of the God-King, he stood out in the competition of hundreds of millions of miserable youths.

It can be said that the King of God is their strongest belief.

To the bitter people, the honor of the god-king is more important than their lives. This is also the reason why the commander would rather risk death than hurt Emperor Wu.

They have the will of life and death, but they must not disgrace the king of gods.

Chi!

The severe pain in his abdomen made him even more stressed.

The belly of the battle armor was pierced by the long knife, and the blade touched the flesh. The battle armor was restored to its original shape under the repair of the nano-robot, but the wound in the abdomen was still bleeding.

The second and third wounds appeared one after another.

The excruciating pain refreshed him.

In his eyes, the movement route of the gown became clearer.

A sense of sublimation rose from the bitter heart.

Fighting consciousness seems to have entered the next stage.

Everything in front of him seemed to focus on the camera, and the movement of the long coat was a little slower in his eyes, but it was also much clearer.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the long spear in Ku Chuxin's hand stabbed to the left. The face of the gown that had just twisted in mid-air changed slightly, the front engine of the armor started, and he squatted in mid-air, unexpectedly changing his moves, causing the rhythm of the gown to be chaotic.

Almost without thinking, he pulled away and hurried back.

A trivial stab, said a lot.

"Sure enough, you can see through combat actions, this should be your special ability." Longyi rarely spoke, and some admired: "All guards have the same ability, either you are a god-level race, and the ability can be inherited, or it was developed the day after tomorrow. Then your super power development technology must be very advanced."

A murmur-like voice spread on the public channel, shocking the onlookers.

As Changyi said, if Chen Mo's guards have the same special abilities, they are either god-level races with inheritable abilities, or they have special ability development techniques.

Either way, it's terrifying.

At present, there are only seven races with heritable abilities, which are the seven god-level civilizations.

In the first case, then the eighth largest god-level race is them.

But in the second case, it means that Chen Mo has the technology to infinitely create soldiers with the same special abilities, which is countless times more terrifying than the god-level race.

Once a full-scale war between the two sides begins, the opposing soldiers all have the same special abilities to assist in the battle, which is almost invincible. The population of god-level races is also limited, and the soldiers that can be created by this technology are unlimited.

...

Zi Yun's face was cold, and her mind was unprecedentedly concentrated. In her eyes, all the life around it is like a mass of energy, which she can control at will.

An invisible idea spread out, with Zi Yun as the center. spread rapidly.

The beings watching over the Tianxing Stele Forest suddenly felt a collective feeling of heart palpitations, and their brains were in a trance, as if they were about to be strangled by their necks.

"Huh?" Tong Qing was stunned for a moment, looking in the direction of Zi Yun with undisguised surprise in his eyes.

"What's the matter? Speaker?" Tara asked.

"I found something interesting." Tong Qing said lightly.

Emperor Zi looked at Zi Yun and raised great interest: "It seems that Ziwei civilization has produced a remarkable seedling, and I don't know if the old guy Zi Junzhi has found it."

Chen Mo also looked in the direction of Ziyun, calm.

The other beings didn't know what was going on, and were still nervously watching the battle on the field.

When Zi Yun's thought wave touched Mo Nu's body, the purple pupils shrank. The wave of thought was like the hand of God, tightening instantly and submerging into the consciousness of the ink girl, trying to bind her consciousness.

At the moment when the idea of ​​control was bound to the ink girl, Zi Yun's always cold complexion suddenly changed.

This thought is like twisted silk, entangling Mo Nu's consciousness.

And at that moment, Mo Nu's consciousness melted like a snowman touching flames, spreading like a cloud, wrapping her thoughts, and then destroying it.

From beginning to end, Mo Nu's expression was as quiet as water.

This is impossible.

Zi Yun almost exclaimed, chaotic.

He considered himself a killer method, like punching cotton with a punch, and touching the silver needle in the cotton, completely hitting the nemesis.

[Mind Control] What binds is consciousness.

No life had ever changed consciousness, and for the first time she had seen a life in complete control of her own consciousness.

It was beyond her comprehension.

"Why doesn't Ziyun move?" Tara looked at the high-altitude battlefield, puzzled.

Tong Qing was a little moved, and said solemnly: "The highest ability of Ziwei civilization [mind control]."

Seeing Tong Qing's expression, Tara became even more curious: "Is this ability very strong?"

"Mind control] I know of only one person with this ability." Tong Qing looked towards Zi Di, and found that Zi Di was also looking at him. The two just touched each other and then turned their eyes away.

"If Ziwei Civilization wins the game, the Speaker doesn't have to play."

"It's not that simple. The female assistant beside Chen Mo is very mysterious, like a black hole. It's too early to tell the outcome."

Tong Qing glanced at Chen Mo, he didn't think that Chen Mo agreed to this gambling so easily, he was finding himself a step down.

The battle at high altitude is heating up.

The fighting thorn in Mo Nv's hand, the tip of which is flashing with the faint blue of a short-pulse laser, can easily penetrate the battle armor with just one stab.

In battle armor, more often, the emphasis is on one-hit kills.

Zi Yun's [Mind Control] often falls on her body, like sugar silk meeting clear water, it melts quickly without any influence.

Speeding up, she didn't keep her hand, her body disappeared instantly, and appeared behind Zi Yun.

It was determined that [Mind Control] was completely ineffective for Mo Nv, Zi Yun was in chaos, no longer trying to control Mo Nv, and the engine of the armor exploded, only to hear a loud explosion and disappeared in place.

...

Shi Ming's pressure is not lower than Zi Yun, Jing Ge's fighting style is something he has seen in his life.

There is ruthlessness in the fierceness, dignified but extremely strange.

The opponent could see through his movements, attacked backhand, and always gave him the most deadly threat in the most tricky way. This was the first time he had encountered such a difficult opponent.

After he almost suffered a big loss at the beginning, Shi Ming no longer dared to relax, and waved the silver spear in his hand, like a god of war in the world, the spear tip dragged a phantom and stabbed forward.

Jing Ge's legs arched and stepped on in the air, the engine exploded in an instant, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Shi Ming's arm seemed to be hit by a planet, and the silver spear came out of his hand.

Jing Ge appeared under his right rib at a tricky angle, and the moment he kicked his arm, the armor flipped over and he waved his backhand.

High in the sky, the change made Shi Ming's heart sink. From the very beginning, he knew that Jing Ge was not weak. But now he found out that Jing Ge's fighting methods made him feel unparalleled pressure.

The opponent's movements are both rigid and soft. When it is fierce, it is like a giant beast, and when it is strange, it is like a black wolf in the dark night.

The opponent's attack blocked his retreat. Before he could retreat, the fighting thorns got closer and closer, and the sense of danger was like a planet.

drink!

Shi Ming shouted loudly and twisted his body to the limit.

The fighting thorn penetrated his armor and pierced his arm like a sharp blade falling into tofu.

The severe pain shook Shi Ming's spirit, endured the pain, swept Jing Ge's hand, opened his palm holding the fighting thorn, bent his right leg slightly, the engine that exploded instantly, whipped his legs in the air, and swept across Jing Ge. Go's ribs.

Jing Ge's figure flew, and he fell to the forest of Tianxing Steles, smashing the monument, and dragging long traces on the ground.

Chi!

Shi Ming forcibly tore off the fighting thorn on his arm, causing the onlookers to numb their scalps.

Able to become the number one master of White Star Civilization, Shi Ming belongs to the list of the strongest, but even so, he is still injured. What kind of opponent does he face?

The nano-robot filled the place where the armor was pierced, and Shi Ming looked at Jing Ge with a solemn expression.

He hasn't been injured for many years, and Jing Ge put a lot of pressure on him.

Jing Ge flew into the air and stopped, and the shape of the battle armor changed. On the shoulders, elbows, knees, and the back of the hands, sharp fighting thorns floated up.

The weapons on both sides were lost, and the next thing was a real close-quarters fight.

Seeing Jing Ge at this moment, Shi Ming's expression changed slightly.

He felt like he was being targeted by a giant beast.

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