Chapter 794 Invasion (Part 1)

Serratos' huge steel metal true body roared with strength.

The roar was like a volcano erupting, floods and tsunamis.

For Serratos, the area of ​​​​the eye of the night land is in an awkward situation.

If he wanted to force his way into the eye of the storm, he would need to put in 100% of his efforts and do his best to squeeze through the thick and solid wind wall.

During this period, apart from extremely limited struggles, he could do nothing. He was just a sandbag stuck in the wind wall and slowly crawling.

Whoops, whoops, whoops.

The metal head, which was more than twenty meters in diameter, was breathing heavily.

After nearly an hour and a half, he finally managed to squeeze in half of his head from outside the wind wall.

Smelling the strong tide of faith in the eye of the wind, like waves, rippling one after another, the breath of divine law is so strong, the metal giant is really too tired.

He needed a short break to recuperate for the more difficult challenges ahead.

And near the half-giant head that barely squeezed in on the wind wall, there were about fifty anthropologists and hundreds of metal puppet war weapons of different sizes gathered.

These pure metal war machines full of violent aesthetics, under the command of scholars, are quickly clearing a clearing of nearby brood vegetation. The collapse of towering vegetation makes a roar, and some small brood animals that have no time to escape are killed by giant metal feet. Trampled to death, blood and flesh splattered.

The huge open space provides natural law scholars with a medium to draw energy guardian wards.

People were working against the clock, and from time to time some people would look cautiously at the mother's nest forest, which was full of wild and primitive atmosphere, guarding the pioneers of fourth-level scholars behind them who were trying to squeeze in from the outside.

"How is it going?"

After Serratos managed to regain his breath, he felt the structure of his real body being squeezed by the wind wall. He had to go all out to resist, and the structure of his real body made a creaking sound due to this effect.

He asked the young scholars nearby who were responsible for guarding him.

He personally chose this place as the place to descend.

"A few low-level Blood Evolutions appeared here just now, and they have all been cleared out. There is also a small Blood Evolution hunting team over there. Someone has already gone to clean it up, but because they are relatively unfamiliar with the environment here, they have not come back to report the situation. . However, there is no blood gathering place found nearby. The small hunting team should only appear here accidentally. According to the intelligence, this should be the partial place ruled by the Thousand Faces Temple, the Ancient Tianyuan Mother Nest Forest. "

Has it been discovered?

But the situation was not too bad after all.

Serratos prayed in his heart that the chasing scholars would hunt down the fleeing blood-born hunting teams as soon as possible. If the nearby blood-born hunting teams gathered, or even the god's mansion came, although Serratos had the most solid true strength among the expedition scholars, body, but it really doesn't want to experience this desperate feeling of being beaten passively.

"Well, it will take about a dozen hourglasses for me to fully descend. Especially in the first few hourglasses, it will be difficult to make any resistance. I'm sorry to bother you."

After hearing this, many scholars expressed their willingness to protect it to the death.

With a dull response, the metal giant, who had taken a short rest, began to continue struggling.

It needs to get its shoulders and arms in as quickly as possible. This is the most difficult period for it, during which it cannot make any resistance. After that, the situation will get slightly better until it completely falls into the eye of the storm.

The death storm rages.

Anlia, who was outside the eye of the storm, could only wait silently and patiently for Serratos to arrive little by little, unable to do anything.

This is indeed a bit boring.

Fortunately, judging from the situation at this moment, Serratos seems to have not encountered resistance inside yet, so there is no need to worry too much.

But this situation is only temporary.

Due to the huge movement caused by the quality of Ceratos' biomagnetic field, it is almost impossible to sneak into the eye of a storm of this scale. It is only a matter of time before it is discovered and resisted.

I just hope this world can be postponed as much as possible.

…

at the same time.

[Astrologer] Hei Erwen and [Many-Eyed King] also led dozens of scholars and hundreds of metal war weapons. Starting from the Sky Fortress, the group crossed the long death storm and found the place where they came.

In Hei Erwen's hand was a mysterious bronze compass.

The huge magnetic spoon was slowly rotating on it. Hei Erwen used the astrological chart as a comparison, and through divination to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, he finally chose this place.

After stopping, the old man raised his head and looked at the wind wall.

"This is it."

The scholars did not show any doubts about Hei Erwen's choice to come here. They all walked in unison and silently towards the wind wall pointed by Hei Erwen, and began the early sneak invasion.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie."

Black Vincent smiled and looked at the multi-eyed king.

At this moment, the multi-eyed king has returned to a gigantic form of more than thirty meters. The hundreds of densely packed giant eyes blinking on this giant white brain floating in the air are really indescribably absurd and terrifying.

"You don't want me to take the lead, do you?"

As he said this, the old man coughed, looking sick and exhausted, and said quietly: "Hey... with the strength of my true body, there is almost no doubt that my resistance is the best among you. In the end, it would be more appropriate for you to take the lead from the front."

I believe you!

The Duo-Eyed King was really scared of this old man.

There are two guys in the surface human academic world. In its opinion, they are even more mysterious and terrifying existences than Lei Luo. One is [Dark Sealer] Corleone, and the other is this guy in front of him.

But the multi-eyed king couldn't think of a suitable excuse for a while.

Indeed, as Hei Erwen said, his real body strength is not outstanding, and coincidentally, he has some unique talents in concealment. Although he cannot guarantee that he can hide the existence inside 100%, it is at least compared to other human pioneers. , at least have a greater chance.

Seeing that the young scholars nearby were all submerged into the strong and thick wind wall one by one, the multi-eyed king was unable to utter any words of excuse after all, and was choked back. It dodged and floated towards the wind wall.

time flies.

As the multi-eyed king slowly and cautiously pushed across the wind wall, most of the hourglass time passed.

finally.

There was a slight light in front of him, and with the strong breath of the tide of faith rushing towards him, the divinity of the law was like the fishy smell of sea water to the perception of the multi-eyed king. It barely squeezed out a negligible gap in the seal.

The vast desert is deserted.

The young scholars who sneaked in first were commanding the metal war machines and building relevant fortifications. They seemed not to encounter any resistance.

The multi-eyed king breathed a sigh of relief. This old guy's divination skills seemed to be somewhat effective.

There is no doubt that this should be the most ideal place to land. Even if I can't sneak in secretly, it will probably take a lot of time for the blood creatures inside to come over and deal with it urgently after they find this place. By then, I will be able to resist a little bit. , resisting while continuing to squeeze in.

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the other side.

In the team formed by [Ice Age] Dijana and [Wujin Warrior] Diga, Dijana took the lead in breaking through the wall.

About an hourglass time passes.

Dijana worked hard and finally managed to squeeze out a gap in this thick wind wall.

But with the bursts of energy fluctuations coming from inside, she knew that this mission might not go too smoothly. Then she saw the fierce and anxious battle scene near the wind wall through the huge ice eyes of her true body.

Sudden.

boom!

When she was nearly 100 meters away from the ice crystal giant's true form, and just barely exposed the tip of its nose and eyes from the thick wind wall, she suffered a severe blow at the first moment, and a beam of light was pointed directly at it.

It was a fatal blow from a tribal painter who had been preparing for a long time in the heart of the mountain thousands of meters away.

"Um……"

Dijana, whose true identity was revealed, endured the pain and let out a muffled groan.

The sudden attack was from the right eye of her real body that broke into Fengyan, and was directly blasted into the body.

At this moment, Dijana was located in the center of her real body's head. Due to the destruction of her real body's structure, she was in a daze and her control was unstable. The pressure from the wind walls in all directions increased suddenly, and she was unable to move at all. The situation was very critical.

This powerful attack just now may have reached 1000 degrees!

If she had resisted with her real body in normal times, although she would have suffered a lot of trauma, she would not be as passive and in crisis as she is now.

Speaking of which, this was bad luck for her.

In the eye of the night storm, after experiencing the era of [Tyrant] Brahti, not all blood-derived tribes chose to join the four major temples or the Silver Lantern Master's powerful camp. There were also some tribes, under the leadership of the painter, who chose to restore their past. The tribal system adhered to by the Xueyan people in ancient times was a primitive social order dominated by painters.

The 'Yamara' tribe, which is currently resisting the invading enemy tenaciously, is exactly such a primitive tribe.

Unfortunately, this tribe, which was in its prime, was dubbed a fighting tribe by other divine tribes who knew about its existence.

Wherever their Yamara warriors passed, other broods that could pose a threat to them were all dealt a devastating blow.

"It worked, it stopped!"

The blood-derived observer in the form of a peacock screamed excitedly.

But when it turned back, the painter who launched the shocking blow was already sitting limply on the ground, panting.

"Go and notify the Fallen Temple."

The painter's voice was very weak and full of despair.

Cough cough cough cough.

The puppet-like painter panted weakly and continued: "I have gone all out, don't worry about me. With our own strength, we cannot fight against these intruders and prevent the evil god from coming."