Chapter 103 I can't afford to lose face

The combination of the demon wolf and Chu Ran, like an indestructible sword, directly pierced into the large army of the Pseudo-God Cult.

They didn't talk to you at all, they just rushed forward and forcibly tore a hole!

The Pseudo-God Cult had at least tens of thousands of troops stationed here, and there was no end in sight. This was only a small part of the cannon fodder of the cult. Anyone who fought with this kind of player with a violent army would feel deeply desperate.

However, under the weakening of the Abyss Kingship, the human wave tactics became a waste card on the spot. On the contrary, because they were gathered together, it was more convenient for the demon wolf to slaughter.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

"Pseudo-God lackeys, all die!"

The demon wolf ran wildly with four legs, smashing any creatures that blocked the way in front of it. At this moment, the armor it was wearing was covered with liquids of various colors, colorful and extremely abstract.

When it was excited about killing, it opened its mouth and spit out purple flames, rushing out dozens of meters. The wolf swung its head, sweeping away all the melon seed shells piled on the table with a straight ruler, clearing a large area in an instant, killing countless false god believers.

"Are you having fun? I told you to kill people, not to spit fire, don't burn your equipment."

Seeing this, Chu Ran quickly patted its head, asking it to restrain itself a little, not to get too excited and destroy the equipment.

For the sake of these equipment, Chu Ran resisted using the Abyss Annihilation to clear the field, after all, the Abyss Annihilation would crush people and equipment at a glance, so it would be unnecessary.

In fact, he also tried to kill some false god believers, most of whom had no bloodline prompts, and the bloodline points that were occasionally refreshed were only 0.01.

According to Chu Ran's observation, bloodline and strength are related to a certain extent, but not all.

For example, the fat-headed dragon summoned by the death mage is of a high level and has a very intimidating body shape, but its combat power is just so-so, but it does give a lot of bloodline points, probably because it has some background.

Or those members of the Abyss Sect who have received the blessing of top-level Abyss creatures.

They are all big providers of blood points.

On the contrary, the believers of the false gods, who have nothing on them, are as strong as the elite Abyss warriors. At a glance, they are all around level 50.

"Murloc King, I have never fought such a good battle!" At this time, the demon wolf under him roared and said excitedly: "These false god's fanatics rely on their large numbers and usually chase us. This time we finally get revenge!"

While speaking, it smashed a large number of fanatics, swept its tail, threw dozens of fanatics into the sky, and raised its head and howled!

Awooo!

"Okay, let's work quickly while we have time." Chu Ran was slightly speechless. Looking back, he found that the five thousand Abyss brothers also rushed in, one by one like the demon lords from the sky, really the Tai Sui God of the Abyss.

After all, these fanatics who could only fight ten at most in the past were now so weak that it was not difficult to fight a hundred.

The generals of the Ninth Legion were even more excessive. They rushed into the battle array and tore several fanatics apart. The expressions on their faces changed from half-belief and disbelief at the beginning to excitement and abnormal smiles.

"These fanatics are so weak!"

Botu was more than five meters tall, which was not particularly eye-catching among the Abyss Warriors, but he stood out among the fanatics. He kicked many fanatics away with a kick, scratched his head and said, "What's going on?"

"Why do you care so much?" A senior general swung an axe and chopped, blood plasma burst all over his face, and said directly: "Just do it. In the past, I tried my best to kill more than a thousand false god believers. Today, I feel that I can kill tens of thousands of them just by chopping!"

"Kill, kill, kill!" Other senior generals also nodded.

A blue-skinned two-headed monster raised a broad-bladed giant sword and roared: "For the Ninth Legion!"

Immediately, he was corrected by other generals who pressed his head: "Can you understand something? We are now the Murloc Army!"

"What Murloc Army?" The two-headed monster's four eyes were full of confusion.

But the truly sensible ones have already started to act.

"For the Murloc Army!"

"The Murloc Army is invincible!"

"Long live the Murloc King!"

Many senior generals shouted at the top of their lungs, and the two terms "Murloc Army" and "Murloc King" were heard one after another on the battlefield, and even the Bloody Battalion cavalry who followed behind to pick up the leaks were confused.

"Murloc Army?"

"What Murloc Army? What are they shouting?"

Hundreds of cavalry gathered together, completely unaware of the current situation.

"I don't know. These guys don't seem normal. Could they be controlled by other false gods?" A cavalryman frowned and said, "Besides, when did they become so strong?"

"It's not that they have become stronger." A blood clan cavalryman wearing a special scarlet medal shook his head and looked at the demon wolf that was madly charging in the front: "It's that the fanatics have become weaker."

"Authority!?"

The cavalrymen of the Blood Violence Camp present all reacted.

This kind of power must involve authority, and such a large-scale influence almost covers the entire battlefield, which means that the authority held by the other party is a bit terrifying.

"Murloc King? Is it possible?" A cavalryman asked in a low voice.

The blood clan captain didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Follow him first. No matter what his identity is, at least for now, he is not our enemy."

After that, he led many cavalrymen to rush to support.

Or rather, they were cleaning the battlefield, picking up some leftovers, and stabbing to death the more than 5,000 fanatics that Brother Abyss was too lazy to deal with. However, they soon discovered that these guys not only wanted to kill the enemy, but also picked up the equipment of the fanatics.

The most efficient one at the moment is Bo Tu. He tore apart the fanatics casually, then took a roll of their black robes and twisted them into a rope. He carried hundreds of weapons on his back, and also hung a lot of armor and protective equipment on his body. , the five-meter-tall figure was almost covered by these equipment.

Other senior generals also followed suit, using their own methods, either holding a bundle of weapons, or those abyss warriors in the form of giant beasts, directly slinging the weapons on their bodies, carrying them and running away, basically returning with a full load.

The blood storm battalion cavalry widened their eyes and made an incomprehensible voice: "What do they do with so many weapons? Is our Ninth Legion so poor?"

"I couldn't understand it, but I was deeply shocked..."

"Is this the Ninth Legion or the Abyss Bandits?"

"No wonder they call themselves the Fishman Army... The Ninth Legion cannot afford to lose this face..."

Many cavalrymen did not want to recognize these abyss warriors as their comrades.

Shameful, can only be said to be humiliating.

"The Fishman King!"

At this time, Bo Tu Mao used all his strength to move his legs to catch up with the demon wolf, and said loudly: "We have almost killed him, should we go pick up more weapons and equipment?"

Once the tens of thousands of false god believers were weakened, they were really not enough to defeat their five thousand Abyss brothers. They were all killed in a short while, and not much was left.