Chapter 1229 Take my hard control

Monsters of this size have seriously exceeded the scope of human understanding, even in the Sky Island Age.

No matter how bold your ideas are, you can still understand that what a small insect over one meter and two meters long can do to something more than four thousand meters long cannot be supplemented by imagination alone. The people of Yggdrasil cited The giant artillery that he was so proud of became as ridiculous as a slingshot in the hands of a child in front of the master of the lair. The subordinates were so angry that they wished they could just drive up the sky island to deal with this thing. Battleships converted from empty islands with a length of more than a thousand meters are nothing new outside. In resource-rich areas, fully modified warships can even reach four to five kilometers in length. A single blast of the main gun can blast hundreds of thousands of Destiny missiles. coin!

Yes, this is the reason why subordinates scold their mothers.

They hate it

What I hate is that these people have been dealing with insects all day long. Apart from looking at the useless shabby insect-repelling vehicles, they have never considered preparing any kind of large-scale war equipment, even if there are ten or eight slaves on the air island or in the middle. Even if a small modified ship could enter Yuctra Hill, the battle would not be so brutal!

That is to say, a big immobile insect is lying there with its beautiful body spread out. Who the hell doesn't have a heart? However, the subordinates can only continue to fight in embarrassment. When have they ever experienced this? Have you ever suffered this kind of injustice?

The ground was turbulent as if it was liquefied, and everyone, whether on the ground or in the air, was suffering various abuses from various forms of shock waves. Among them, Yggdrasil's people and equipment suffered the most heavy losses.

The education they received and the experience they passed on from word of mouth made them lack the minimum psychological preparation for fighting the master of the nest. In the absence of effective targeted skills and war weapons and equipment, it would be a weird thing to be able to survive. , basically relying solely on physical strength to achieve the top!

After rolling around and vomiting blood, most of the subordinates, except for a few extremely unlucky guys, quickly stood up again and began to run back desperately. The head of the master of the lair had already been thrown to the ground. , if you go late, the hungry wolves next to you will not be kind enough to leave a few extra pieces of meat for you. All orbital slaves in the world are urinary. If the owner of the lair doesn't mind, even the shit in its intestines will Everyone wants to squeeze out and take it away!

The Yggdrasil cannons of Yggdrasil have been completely extinct after this incident. Basically, none of them can be found intact. They were either smashed or buried in the underground soil at an unknown depth, but there is no one left. If you don't care about this, the Yectrasil people, who are mainly armored archers and legal professions, can produce effective output without the need for such bulky equipment.

The Grand Duke Illya's legal profession is progressing very quickly in reorganizing the magic network. The cold wind is as sharp as a knife, and the giant ice cone rushes towards the master of the lair almost non-stop, and the sky is covered with light flashing randomly.

This is a difficult and long-lasting battle. More, more complicated and more fancy magic expressions are just a waste of precious energy and physical strength. Illya has a very clear positioning of herself. They can completely abandon those complicated and troublesome things. Things are just mechanically doing what they are supposed to do. She is clearly an elegant magician, but her loveless expression makes people think of her as a machine like a screwdriver on an assembly line.

Under the double armor-breaking and destructive effect of the ice pick, even the master of the nest felt full pain at this moment. After losing the outer cocooning layer and the force field shield, every inch of its body was constantly being subjected to endless damage. Due to the erosion of the endless offensive, the exposed exoskeleton will be chipped away by a layer every second, so that it has to use precious life energy to restore the exoskeleton.

"It works! The attack works!"

"Come on, Armored Soldiers!"

"Long live Grand Duke Illya!"

I have to say, this boost to morale is amazing.

However, from another perspective, no matter how amazing Li Cang's fighting power is, it may not be more positive than the joint effect of sharing the little lady's health bar vision with his subordinates.

The master of the nest was like an elephant running into a swarm of ants and struggling wildly. The silver snakes on the jaws were dancing wildly, disintegrating the earth, and washing away the human warriors like a tide.

At this moment, the lair master's head downwards, which occupies one third of the body length, is almost completely covered by cancerous tissue. When it forcibly tears and supports the homologous channel, it never gives up eroding Li Cang's will to control his body. The body, in other words, seems to be a lively one, but in fact most of the effective restriction and damage to the master of the lair is on Li Cang, who is squatting in the pit.

This kind of physical hard connection is probably the pinnacle of counter-injury that Li Cang will never be able to match or repeat in his life. This is a completely seamless health bar hedging, without any water added, unpretentious, every minute and every millisecond. They are all exchanging blood for blood, causing huge amounts of irreversible damage to the master of the lair.

Who would have thought that a monster that couldn't even control the evil fire would be captured by Li Cang in such a weird way, and Timi did it completely out of the voluntary initiative of the master of the lair.

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Although this embarrassed appearance somewhat lacks the elegance and dignity of a magician, it is not shabby to make money!

Pain is good for people.

Teacher Cang and his group, who have been dying for years, can't be called immune to this kind of small pain, but they can be called accustomed to it. While locking the subjective initiative of the big bug with his flesh, Li Cang did not forget to command his lackeys to clear the battlefield, especially every piece of scraps that fell from the nest master, which was the focus of attention, and not even a single bug hair could be missed.

The transportation capacity of the turtleback dragonfly is unimaginable for those subordinates and Yggdrasil who are lining their pockets. It can be said that for every extra minute of fighting, these guys can transport a huge amount of supplies from the battlefield.

Li Cang didn't want to pay attention to the opinions of the Yggdrasil people and those subordinates. This battle with the Zerg and the nest master has exhausted him, not to mention how many lackeys No. 1 and No. 2 were added. Just thinking about the wear rate of the three dragonflies and the magic mountain master made him feel a dull pain in his waist.

There is always a difference between making a huge profit and losing a huge loss. If it weren't for Tili and Mu Shenlu, two floating lands who planted thunder trees and continued to produce profits, he wouldn't even dare to make himself so exhausted.

To be honest, the scene where Yaogui Zhishi was completely unable to move and could only stare blankly was actually much more economical than the current situation where he could barely move but could only grind a little bit.