Chapter 834 Multiple Tortures (1)

Chapter 834 Multiple Tortures (+1)

Above the battlefield.

The overwhelming number of Blade Knights at least slightly restrained Qiu Goudan's movements. At least this level of air force did not really carry out many accurate and effective ground strikes, otherwise the scene would be a hundred times uglier.

"Damn it, stop that ghost thing, use your life to stop it, use your body to block it!" The commander of the Blade Department roared and issued orders to every captain and deputy captain, "Old Tsepesh will go crazy, a madman who is furious! If this goes on, he will cut the budget of the Blade Department again! Your equipment will not be updated, and your strength will gradually fall behind! Without wages, will your wives and children rely on thunderstorms to charge and survive? Your affluent life will be far away from you——"

A huge and ferocious ghost claw suddenly pierced the chest of the Blade Commander, interrupting his vulgar but extremely deterrent speech. Li Lace appeared in the peeling particle mist: "Very contagious~!"

Bang!

The commander's head exploded, and he fell softly on the platform behind a small floating vehicle.

It seems that it is a sneering and unrealistic behavior to publicize personal power in a large-scale war. Li Leisi also thinks so. Therefore, apart from Lao Wang, a guy who has nothing to do, who attracts special attention, neither Li Cang nor Li Leisi can be regarded as causing much waves.

Li Cang was arguing with the aerospace aircraft carrier sequence of the Blade Department, and he didn't feel involved; Tai Xiaoyi didn't show up at all, and moved to another place after firing a shot; Li Leisi only killed dozens of military control and battlefield commanders at all levels.

The death of the branch commander in public caused a lot of chaos in a small area.

Li Leisi didn't care. After taking out [Al Capone's Typewriter] and outputting thousands of bullets loaded with gun fighting techniques, she turned into a residual image and disappeared in front of everyone.

Another battlefield commander died without a word, and the "Fire Army" who was at the end of the Tsepesh side was on pins and needles.

This was actually a scattered independent magic team. Under normal circumstances, they should have driven the aerospace aircraft carrier or the sharp blade (modified) to gallop on the battlefield long ago. Unfortunately, the two giant beasts of the other side, a sniper and a phantom assassin, frightened the old Tsepesh and the commander-in-chief on the aerospace aircraft carrier with contract protection and did not dare to let them take off.

The landlord's family had no surplus food, and even the Tsepesh family could not afford the loss of several such destructions of magic professionals who were created with the same volume of fate coins and time.

So the Fire Army almost hid under the heavy protection of the stripper team, the Dragon Fang Department and various configurations and moved forward step by step on the 11th route.

Finally

They finally moved to the range covered by firepower.

Black wind, blood rain, lightning, ice cones, flames, meteorites, from actual lethal magic to various range-specific single-target buffs that can restore health and resist status, one side of the battlefield suddenly became a chaotic and disordered light show. It seemed fancy, but it actually played a big role. It finally gave the Dragon Fangs, who were fighting for their lives, a breath of true energy and confidence.

Then, the Tsepesh side began to summon fate servants on a large scale. In addition to the standard Dragon Fang Blades and other Monroe biochemical beasts, the subordinates naturally had a wide variety of fate servants.

This kind of thing only obeys the personal command of the subordinate or acts relatively freely under the framework of vague instructions. It is really not suitable to be organized into an army. Now that at least one-third of the units on both sides have been mixed with mixed blood, it is a godsend opportunity to take out and make a living while the buffs are in place.

Monroe is so strong and rich. As long as the quota allows, who doesn't have a few or a dozen fate servants?

The "personnel" density of the battlefield has doubled again in an instant!

The battlefield was already plagued by ghosts and the fog of the Styx was disturbed. The large-scale deployment of the fate servants of the Tsepesh side was like a programmer writing a bug, no, writing a code that just happened to run. The scene was so chaotic that it could only be described as tragic, with model penetration and car accident scenes everywhere.

The commanders of the Tsepesh family began to feel pain in their balls, buttocks, eyes, and brains. Even if all their fate servants were conspicuously marked in advance, the difficulty and workload of analyzing the real-time dynamics of the battlefield in such a large and complex composition to make correct judgments and adjust strategies and tactics were still desperate.

The most painful thing was that once these fate servants with vitality as strong as cockroaches entered the field, even the most brilliant commanders had no way to judge which fate servants had died completely, which could get up again, which had been repaired, which fate servants' hosts had died or had no flaws to treat them, and they had to guard against these self-combat forces that were not considered members of their own side disrupting the original deployment.

In short, it was anxious and overwhelmed.

The battles between subordinates are not very entertaining, especially for large-scale wars involving recovery, healing, repair, magic professionals, biochemical beasts and servants of fate. It is even difficult to really eradicate the root of the problem on a fierce and chaotic battlefield. The long health bar, repeated death and rebirth, and the extremely long time span of the war are also a different test for the audience's prostate and physical fitness.

Even with the four huge global prayer projections and countless angles of capture and recording, and the signal sources that can be connected at any time, the people in the audience still need to invest considerable energy to discover, pay attention to, and not miss the wonderful part that belongs to them.

The war lasted less than three hours, and some people were already suffering from splitting headaches due to the frequent switching of camera angles and thinking and analysis.

"Damn it, wouldn't he be injured or die? Why is he still so active after swinging a hammer for three hours?"

"Where is the woman riding the white tiger?"

"There are too many phantoms and fog on the field. It's a mess. Also, do you want to turn on the live sound effects? It's so damn exciting!"

"Nonono, those Chinese musical instruments and music are very scary. After listening to it for a while, I broke out in a cold sweat and felt like my heart was being grabbed!"

"What's there to see as a sniper? The other woman is the real warrior, or assassin. You can pay the competition association a few coins and access the channel dedicated to tracking and capturing several 'protagonists'."

"Why didn't I think of such a simple question?"

"It's really exciting and terrifying. That woman killed at least 15 on-the-spot commanders of the old Tzepesh family, as well as a lot of key figures. All the officers above the captain of the Dragon Tooth Force have died under her hands. Unexpectedly It's a joke to wander around the battlefield like a bunch of headless flies."

"Can anyone see and analyze the battlefield situation for us? My head is about to explode. Who has the advantage now?"

"It seems to be the Tepes family. Whether it is the overall size or firepower density, it looks more ferocious over there. No matter how many of their unmanned beast troops die, all they have to pay is just some coins. The old guy has a lot of money. Support it.”

"Regarding the density of firepower, what's the difference between those things and fireworks? I don't dare to use the powerful ones. Are the small and small things tickling the second son of the blood? The two giant servants of destiny above can destroy the entire aerospace aircraft carrier sequence. I didn’t expect the misfire, let alone restraining more than half of the Blade Knights.”

"I don't understand either. There is no doubt that these orbital subordinates are powerful, but the performance of the Tepesh family is too watery. In short, it is quite disappointing."

"Moisture? It's as if you can last for a few minutes if I replace you!"

"The targeted sniping is so terrifying. Those two women, my God, as long as they are targeting me, I don't see anyone who can escape!"

"The real version of death is coming"

"There is no way. The outcrops are about to be killed. How many on-the-spot commanders are left in the Tsepesh family? The fight is getting more and more chaotic. Look at the Blade Department. All the various commander logos have been discarded. A big melee is even more necessary. Reference objects and people, how can I give instructions?"

"There's new news in the Tepes family, shit, it's Gonzalez Dragon Blood Rider!"