$ Chapter 358 Free Nephalem]
At the same time, other Nephalems also fought with the monsters like the barbarian brothers.
Those who maintained team action were fine. Even if they were not as easy as the barbarian brothers, they still fought back and forth.
And those who rushed through the Rogue blockade line shooting range without caring about anything, intending to eat a large number of monsters by themselves, were basically pushed back by the sea of monsters at the first encounter.
The lucky ones fled back with their armor and armor, and finally got into the blockade line shooting range under Rogue's bullets, and finally saved their lives with Rogue's "response".
The unlucky ones? Of course, they were fed to the monsters with their people and equipment.
But this is not a loss.
After all, those with bad brains and insufficient strength will not live long in the apocalypse.
The fact that they can survive until now is mostly due to Ruger.
If he hadn't appeared and helped Sarah push the Rogue front to the Taymor Highlands, these Nephalems with low IQ would have been killed by the Bloody Countess near the Dark Forest.
Now, this is considered to be paying back the debt.
Just like before, these Nephalems clearly rushed to the front line by themselves, but after being pushed back by the monsters two or three times, they not only did not repent, but also began to curse the Rogues, trying to blackmail them to rescue themselves.
This time, the Rogues didn't need to wait for Sarah's orders, and they were also in a posture of never compromising. They were only responsible for the monsters in their target shooting range, and didn't care about the ones before.
Seeing that their words didn't work, the Nephalems could only retreat continuously.
As they retreated, they soon retreated to the Rogue shooting range.
However, just when they thought they had saved half of their lives and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they found that the Rogue firepower that was supposed to block this place actually stopped as they entered this area.
"You TXXX! You Rogues, don't go too far!!"
"You're doing this just to make everyone die!"
"Fuck! Since I'm dead, I'll definitely take you with me!"
Hearing someone actually start to make a scene, the Rogues who had previously firmly followed the order not to fire if they could, began to waver again.
After all, if that person really thought he was going to die as he said, and turned to attack the Rogue line regardless of anything, or even used a big move on the Rogues, they really didn't know what to do.
Did they really want to shoot him?
If that was the case, they might as well shoot now.
Although it was possible to hit or even kill him, it was just an accidental injury after all, and the main target was still the monsters rushing over.
What to do? What to do?
Just as the Rogues were about to ask Sarah for her opinion, they heard a sharp and unfamiliar voice.
Looking at the Nephalem who was yelling and swearing before, most of his body has disappeared, leaving only his feet supporting the lower half of his stomach, which is still gurgling there like a fountain in hell.
"Hmph, if you want to die, go die!" A majestic yet cool cold shout came.
The Rogues looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was actually Ruger in Iron Man armor.
He was fiddling with the strange-looking large-caliber shoulder-mounted cannon with a pile of coil-like decorations on his shoulder, and looked solemnly at the battlefield ahead.
"All of you are fine!"
"You overestimated your own ability to attack the monsters, that was your own choice. The Rogues did not hold you responsible for attacking the battle formation, which was already a leniency."
"Don't think about turning back and retreating and still being able to blame Rogue!"
"Why do you want to drag Rogue as a scapegoat when you are bound to die?"
"If you want to die, then die first."
"It's okay if you can't do it yourself, I'll help you!"
"Anyone, anyone who dares to attack our battle formation will be treated as demonized and corrupted!"
A dry and threatening sentence, if it was just the words themselves, no one would care.
But with the "Hell Fountain Landscape" as an example, the persuasiveness is immediately full.
His self-made iron armor, originally to improve the protection, is much more bloated than the original version of Shalatia.
It's nothing when it appears alone, but now Shalatia hasn't had time to take back the iron armor, and the comparison between the two makes it seem that his armor is not cool and flexible enough.
In short, it loses points for appearance.
But now, the power of this shot, coupled with this set of words, made the Rogues feel excited and admired.
The Rogues were chattering and laughing in the back row, while the Nephalems in the front had more complicated thoughts.
When that man was throwing a tantrum just now, most Nephalems subconsciously despised his behavior, but they also wanted to see if he could get a good result out of this tantrum.
If it would allow them to risk hitting one or two perfect gems and retreat safely without any danger, then only a fool would not be willing to do it.
Despicable means? Despicable?
Sorry, as long as there is profit and you can still live, being despicable is better than dying of poverty, and being despicable is better than being eaten.
But when they saw the legendary Lost One master over there, using that strange Lost One weapon that no one had ever seen or heard of to kill the person who had thrown a tantrum in one second, the thoughts in these Nephalems' minds became more complicated.
They had heard many legends about the Lost One before, and knew that he was very strong and had many great things, but it seemed that his personality was nothing special.
Just like a well-behaved wizard.
So they knew this person, but apart from his strong power, they had no subjective feelings about him.
The difference is that they are much more familiar with the guy who was throwing a tantrum before.
They know that although his level is not outstanding, he is also above average among this group of people.
However, such a person was killed in one move.
And the one who was killed in one move was so rich, well, artistic bacteria...
It has to be said that this has given many Nephalems an intuitive and even new understanding of Ruger's so-called "strong".
This person's strength is not the strength of being able to eat dozens or hundreds of kilograms of beef in one meal, nor is it the strength of painting a portrait casually like smearing ink on the original model's face and engraving it on the drawing paper.
This person's strength is the kind of strength that can kill most of the Nephalem present with one move, the strength of force, the "real" strength.
Recognizing this, even if the Nephalems were killed in one move because of a familiar person, they still have more respect for Ruger than hatred.
After all, Nephalems are naturally admiring strong people.
Of course, most Nephalems are like this, but it does not mean that all of them are like this.
The mood of the troublemaker's companions and friends was completely different from theirs.
Although they were also afraid, afraid of the unpredictable bombardment from the Ruger side, they were more afraid of something else.
So they looked at each other, turned their heads to face the Ruger line, and began to charge.
