Chapter 3565 Overturning Moment
After using the Saint-level blood sea card, a sea of blood suddenly appeared in front of him. In the sea of blood, those protoss practitioners were suddenly stunned on the spot.
"Why is our body suddenly soft..." (Protoss language)
"Damn it... my combat power, Ah Zi, has dropped rapidly..."
"It's the same with me, why is it like this..."
"Damn...Damn it!"
"What kind of sorcery is this..."
"I'm clearly in the Saint Realm, now... how come I've become Saint Realm battle strength..."
"This... is very different from before!"
"Changed... changed, really changed, not like this..."
"Huh... this group of people is too weird, and now I can't understand it more and more..."
"Kill! Kill them!"
"Let's fight together, don't fight any more!"
"charge!"
The yelling gradually increased, and the soldiers of the Protoss looked at each other, and they had given up any idea of escape at this moment.
If you want to escape, you have already escaped before. Now at this time, you can only grit your teeth and continue to rush forward...
At the moment when the mentality bursts out, I can't say anything clearly...
"The high-level saints, the supreme saints, and some mid-level saint-level protoss practitioners were intercepted by the golden armored puppets..."
"He helped us out of our biggest troubles..."
"At the moment, there are only a dozen mid-level saints and hundreds of low-level saints left..."
"In the sea of blood, their cultivation bases have all been lowered by one level, and each has become a low-level saint realm combat power and an eight-star peak sanctuary realm combat power..."
"Eight-star peak sanctuary realm...then it's nothing to worry about..."
"As for the combat power of a dozen low-level saints, hehe...it's not impossible to deal with..."
Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, and then began to deploy calmly.
"Keel Whale..."
"charge!"
"Destroyer Artillery Corps! All Destroyer Artillery Soldiers obey orders! Give up the artillery battle for the time being, and draw out your sabers and star core pistols from your waists! Fight at close range!"
"Your goal is to fight against those protoss cultivators who are low-level saints!"
"The rest of the major legions, with the legion as the organizational system, radiate and kill the surrounding area!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Army attack!"
Fang Fan's voice resounded all around. For this place, a brand new battle has already started!
As for how the situation will develop next, it depends on the overall changes in the situation!
However, judging from the current situation, it is basically a direct horizontal push...
The scene looks particularly exciting and exciting!
The killing never stops!
In the sea of blood, the protoss cultivators whose combat power has been reduced sadly discovered that they are being hit in an all-round way...
Want to resist, but can't find a chance...
In this way, it has been fully suppressed...
Suppressed and suppressed, the whole person began to be completely depressed...
Mentality, collapsed!
Everything is completely broken...
This... still playing with a hammer!
I can't play anymore...
just... nothing...
On the ground, there are floating corpses...
collapsed...
It's all broken...
Annihilation is the only theme at the moment.
Brewer, the third-class God General of the Supreme Saint Realm of the Protoss, clutched his chest, and stood aside tremblingly, with the long sword in his hand touching the ground, so that his body could barely be supported.
At this moment, his lips were pursed, and hot blood was flowing in large swathes of his chest, and his whole body seemed to be in a daze, not knowing what to say...
"Ah……"
"Hehehe..."
"It's gone... It's all gone..."
"Why……"
"Since the beginning, I should have thought of this result..."
"It's just that in my heart, I still feel a little unwilling..."
"But what if you are unwilling? Everything will come to an end."
"It's over...it's nothing..."
"From the beginning when I came here arrogantly and arrogantly, to the moment when I am humble and have nowhere to appeal..."
"Hey...that's really ironic..."
"But what can we do?"
"Since I have chosen, I can only grit my teeth and carry on to the end!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Breuer, the third-class God General of the Supreme Saint Realm of the Protoss roared a few times, and then launched a desperate charge...
At the mouth of the yoke, he knew that there were thorns and dangers in front of him, but he couldn't care less.
This time, it gradually became numb.
As for the other ones that are there or not, I don’t care anymore, and it doesn’t make sense anymore...
Blood soaked this area, and the breath of death was overwhelming.
Invisibly, it is physically and mentally trembling...
There was a touch of coldness and dead silence in the words.
Click...
boom……
The golden-armored puppet directly cut Brewer's left shoulder with a sharp blade, and there was a sound of bone shattering, which was particularly crisp this time.
Feel it a little bit, and the body and mind can't help but tremble.
The rest of the words were directly followed by silence...
Everything, nirvana is nothing on the spot...
"God Bruel is dead!" (Protoss)
"Heh... sooner or later there will be such a moment, what's there to shout about?"
"Call? If you don't call, it will be too late. It will be our turn later!"
"I don't know what the meaning of launching this war is. Up to now, I have only seen death, which is meaningless, meaningless at all..."
"Heh...they are all the same, just one idea, to be honest, the city of our protoss is still so far away from this foreign race. As for it? Why bother?"
"Hey...the superiors say that these people are devils, let us kill them according to the will of the true god."
"True God? Heh! Thanks to what they said, everything can be related to the True God. How long have we been separated from the True God? Don't they have any points in their hearts?"
"Hey... that's what I thought, what can I do?"
"Anyway... just sand sculptures, I can see it through..."
"Heh... Waiting for the moment of death again..."
"Die..."
...
The voice of discussion is getting smaller and smaller.
Because there are fewer and fewer people left, they are basically killed.
When the troops came from under the God City of Qiyuan, the God Race still had 10,000 troops.
He was bombarded by Fang Fan with ten rounds of God-killing cannons, killing eighty to ninety percent of them, and finally more than a thousand protoss elites rushed over...
Under the confrontation between the quasi-demigod-level golden-armored puppet and a group of legionnaires, they were gradually wiped out at this moment...
A few sporadic ones are also tending to perish...
"Oh shit……"
"It's all storage rings..."
"And there are so many storage rings of the Holy Race God Race..."
"Hey! This kind of elite storage ring will basically come out with fragments of the magic stone!"
"It's done! It's really developed!"
"Boy Fang Fan, we still need to participate in more battles like this in the future..."
"The thief is interesting!"
"I'll be your logistics officer!"
"Hehehe... not bad, Shu Tan..."
