I Can Magically Change the Black Technology

The fleet of the Tandans is marching forward in space. There are still thirteen minutes before the Federation Ark enters the space channel, and only eight minutes are left before the Tandans catch up with the Federation fleet.

How much can you do in eight minutes?

What can be done?

no one knows.

On the battlefield, some people have already begun to despair, but some people are desperately struggling and working hard. The Federation Fleet regrouped, and the Frog dragged the Yuanliao to fight out. Even though they might still be alive, under such circumstances, there is only one kill.

The god-worshiping species was restricted by two puppets of the fourth caste, and they were suppressed almost unable to lift their heads. Many god-worshiping species came from all directions, trying to use their lives to raise the fourth caste god-worshiping species to a higher level, but it was too difficult Well, if the previous fourth caste, the god-worshiping species, hadn't been killed, maybe they still have a chance now, but they were almost beaten and slaughtered by the two fourth castes with an absolute advantage.

And at a position further back, the knights also sensed the great changes ahead, risking huge casualties, and forcibly galloped forward for reinforcements.

No one saw the figure of Merlin, that was their last fourth caste in theory, but it has not appeared for a long time, and it is likely to have died under the cannons of the previous charge.

On the battlefield, everyone is racing against time.

The knights are still running, but Sisi Platinum has led the savior team to the closest position to a fourth caste.

Three puppets of the fourth caste, two of the fourth caste who went all out to attack and kill the god-worshiping species, restrained the entire army of the god-worshiping species, and the remaining handsome male fourth caste stood on top of a fallen federal battleship. On the burning wreckage, he opened his arms and crazily poured out his own dark power to control the world and slaughter wantonly.

But the battlefield is chaotic and there are many powerful existences. Its goal is to destroy spaceships first. The dark energy dances in the space, but it is as precise as a scalpel, annihilating the Federation spaceships one by one, leaving only a small body of itself Part of the power constructed an absolute forbidden zone in a circular space with a radius of 30 meters centered on himself.

Any creature approaching him exploded instantly like a balloon being poked, turning into bursts of plasma, while other puppets of low caste, within this range, seemed to be given some kind of buff, I don't know how many times stronger.

In just one minute, the saviors had already organized seven charges, more than half of the hundreds of saviors were killed, and the plasma and blood were everywhere, but the puppets still rushed over invincibly.

This fourth caste, together with a large number of low-caste puppets, forcibly built a natural moat, blocking the Federation's fleet from this line. Offensive, constantly storming the position here, racing against time to break through, but tried and failed repeatedly, and paid a very heavy price.

The federal soldiers are almost crazy, and they want to break through here at all costs.

In the far sky, another attack ship was detonated, turning into a blazing fireball and falling. A group of fighter planes launched a suicide charge, but after rushing into the death restricted zone next to the handsome man of the fourth caste, one ship followed. The disintegration of a ship.

Destruction, explosion, death, one after another on the battlefield, the puppets used this as an array to completely intercept the federal fleet.

The battlefield has been clearly divided, and if we don't capture here, it will be too late.

Under the chaos and serious interference, the Federation's internal communications were almost interrupted. On the battlefield, everyone's purpose was unprecedentedly the same, to capture the fourth caste.

No matter how powerful he is.

Whatever the fourth caste means.

Take him down!

Only to capture him!

Dick should have been exploded in the world controlled by the fourth sex, but Chelsea rushed up at a critical moment and pushed him out of the absolute death field.

And Chelsea, right in front of Dick, was exploded alive.

Such a living person, just like that, turned into a cloud of blood that exploded into pieces.

Beng Fei's half-glasses fell in front of Dick.

At that moment, he almost forgot about any actions and just stared blankly at this scene. It was Alice who yelled and pulled him back, saving him from being beheaded by other low-caste puppets.

However, Dick seemed to be in a trance, as if he had drifted above the battlefield, staring blankly and blankly at the front.

His eyes penetrated the battlefield, looking at the existence standing on the edge of the burning battleship inserted into the ground.

It was also a human being, with a handsome face, and the simple lab coat could not cover his strong and powerful body. He stood at the corner of the burning spaceship like a holy spirit, closing his eyes and opening his arms to the sky.

However……

Is it an illusion?

Dick watched helplessly as the puppet grinned an incomparably huge smile.

He was grinning and cheering.

Enjoying it all.

He is not a puppet.

He is not fully controlled.

He is enjoying the slaughter of his own kind.

Why...why would there be such a person?

Why is there such a bastard?

Anger surged in Dick's heart, he struggled to stand up, Alice turned to look at him, showing both surprise and worry: Dick...

Dick gritted his teeth and turned to look at the girl beside him.

Alice shook her head at her: Let's... take a step back...

No, how can that work? Dick wiped the plasma all over his head and face, I know, we are weak, and our luck may not be that good, but that can't be a reason for us to do nothing or even choose to retreat. Reason. We are the saviors, and it is our duty to move forward.

As he spoke, he raised his head and roared to drive his armor: Come on, kill them! Kill them!!

Alice gritted her teeth, but Dick didn't give her a chance to say anything, and charged again, fighting with a large number of low castes who came back from the counterattack.

In the other direction, another charge by Saixi and Jonathan was beaten back alive, and a very heavy price was paid.

There were fewer and fewer people alive around him, and Saixi felt that the blood in his body was boiling, but his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

This is a complicated mood. He has realized his own death. In this situation, who can be calm?

What he admired was Jonathan.

Jonathan was covered in blood, and the driver armor was broken. When he stepped back this time, he gathered everyone around him, patted their shoulders, and asked in a loud voice: Leander, how are you? Casper, stand up! Get up! Luotong, can you still move? Don’t pretend to be dead if you can... Kato Delong, who organizes you! Pero Cerva, are you retreating? You are the only one left in your team, you have to let you Are the compatriots who died in battle ashamed?!

Jonathan could remember everyone's name, and even in this environment, he would never call anyone wrong. With a few words, he could reorganize the battle formation, gather everyone around him again, and launch a charge again.

During the charge, Sisi, standing shoulder to shoulder, heard Jonathan ask him again: Sisi, how close can your ability be useful? How close can it kill him?

Sisi looked at him in surprise.

This is the third time Jonathan has asked the same question.

At a close distance, Saixi noticed that this man was beyond recognition, one eye was gone, but it was covered with blood and could not be seen, but he still opened the other eye angrily, as if he would never fall down lion.

He is relying on instinct and belief to call his companions into battle.

And his consciousness, in fact, has already been in a trance.

Saixi forcibly settled down, raised his head, looked at the grinning voice in front of him with blood-red eyes, and said, Ten meters... ten meters, as long as ten meters, Jonathan, as long as we rush into the range of ten meters, I will Sure to kill him, although this fourth caste has his own consciousness, but his ability application is not mature, far inferior to that of the fourth caste in Tokyo, this level of fighting is a severe consumption for him, we The last time I rushed to 20 meters...

I... don't quite understand, I... I seem to... Jonathan looked at Ceci with some confusion.

Sisi looked at the bloody face, from which he couldn't even see the original appearance of the lion, he hissed: Jonathan, we are going to kill him, we can take it, You see, not only we are attacking him, but the fleet is also attacking, as long as we get close to him, we can kill him!

Seeing that Jonathan was about to let go, he lifted his breath again. The man from the European region roared and roared on the battlefield: Fuck that son of a bitch of the fourth caste!

Fuck him!

What the hell!

People attacked again.

Not only the saviors, but the fighters on all sides are rushing to attack, charging desperately.

attack! attack! Attack again!

If you are beaten back, attack again!

Jonathan asked over and over, How close are we to killing him?

Sisi didn't know how many times he had charged and how many times he had been shot down, and he didn't want to count. He didn't even know when Jonathan by his side disappeared. Everyone who lives next to you, tell them to rush up, as long as they rush within ten meters, they can kill that male fourth caste!

The most recent time, Saixi has rushed to the 12-meter position, as long as he advances a little bit...a little bit further...

The puppets were beaten back again and again, only the absolute domain of the fourth caste remained unchallenged.

However, at this moment, there was a piercing sonic boom on the battlefield.

Saixi raised his head in a trance, and saw a blood-colored shadow running through the battlefield, entering the battle formation between the god-worshiping species and the other two fourth castes at a very tricky angle, and shuttled through the world under the absolute control of the fourth caste, at high speed. But he was so strong that he killed a puppet of the fourth caste with one blow, and the god-worshiping species counterattacked in an instant!

On the battlefield, shouts sounded one after another.

It's Mr. Su!

Mr. Su! It's Mr. Su!!

It's Mr. Su!

Mr. Su breaks the formation! Mr. Su breaks the formation!!

Mr. Su broke the formation!!!

The wave of excitement almost swept across the battlefield. Saixi took a deep breath, looked at the shocked expressions on the faces of those around him, and raised the weapon in his hand with a roar: Charge!

At this moment in the battle, every second counts. Mr. Su rushed to attack the line of the God-Worshiping Race first because it was more important there. Their efforts will be in vain.

They can wait for Mr. Su and the gods to turn back and kill the fourth caste, but they can wait. The Ark Fleet can't wait, and the Tandan people can't wait.

On the battlefield, no one can save anyone, and no one can help anyone.

They have to take down that male fourth caste.

This is the mission of the savior force on the battlefield.

Sisi moved forward surrounded by people.

Saviors are coming from all directions, all kinds of powered armor, strange talents...

And that shocking death.

The last two meters were crossed.

Sisi Platinum jumped high from the shields made of flesh and blood by the saviors. He held the shield in one hand and the spear in the other, and the twisted lightning-like spear came out the next moment.

His blood-red eyes chased the spear forward.

The twisted lightning-like spear was extremely fast the moment it was released from the hand, but when the dark energy of the fourth surname controlled the world, it slowed down as quickly as if it had entered a quagmire. The kinetic energy was quickly consumed, and the speed became slower and slower. But it keeps going, going...

The man of the fourth caste, who had been grinning, turned his head in disbelief, and began to block the distorted lightning with all his strength, and his body also began to retreat actively, but for some reason, he found himself as if locked Same, can't move at all.

What kind of weapon is this? this……

At that moment, the lightning bolt was reflected in Sisi Platinum's blood-colored eyes, and the color of the lightning bolt was also reflected in the sky-blue pupils of the fourth caste man.

The moment it penetrated him, it completely lost all kinetic energy and stopped.

The ten-meter kill is because Sisi Platinum knows that his spear can only advance ten meters in the world controlled by the dark energy of the fourth surname.

The world controlled by dark energy suddenly shrank.

The male of the fourth caste looked down at the spear that was fading and disappearing between his chest and abdomen, and some unimaginable power poured out from the spear, his body instantly turned dark gray, and then disintegrated and collapsed...

Those sky-blue pupils were still imprinted with an unbelievable color at the last moment.

How could he be killed like this?

The power of the fourth caste collapsed, and the federal army rushed out. In the sky, the other fourth caste was instantly killed by Su Chen and the worshiping gods. One died and the other was seriously injured, and they retreated in a hurry.

Sisi Platinum was mixed in the crowd, stumbled forward for a certain distance, and then fell heavily among the dead bodies.

He thought with some regret that no one cheered for me when I was so beautiful.

Every second counts, and the Federals are fighting for the future.

The fuzzy flesh and blood corpses on the ground have long been indistinguishable from each other. In the sky and on the ground, the fleet of the Federation advances along the entire line. Su Chen and the god-worshiping species criss-cross each other, looming on the top of the battlefield!

Countless people followed them and charged forward.

Saixi smiled wryly, looked left and right, and found that there were probably only a few saviors who did not follow the charge. Those people sat on the battlefield full of saviors, looking around blankly, with expressions of tears and smiles on their faces.

At this time, a scorched black hand stretched out from the pile of dead bodies on one side, and it was placed on Saixi's wrist with great force.

Sisi turned her head in surprise, and found that it was Jonathan who hadn't seen him for some time.

Only half of his body was left, and with blood bubbling from his mouth, he asked vaguely, Caixi, how close are we... how close are we... to killing him?

Sixi's heart trembled, he turned around and grabbed the scorched black palm, and said, We killed him, that son of a bitch, we killed him...Jonathan...we succeeded...

We...we... killed... him? It seemed that it took Jonathan a long time to understand Sisi's simple answer, and a horrible-looking expression slowly appeared on his inhuman face. smile, Sisi...I...we...did...did it...

Saixi felt as if there was a stone stuck in his throat, thousands of words came up, but he couldn't say anything at the end, so he just nodded.

Then I heard Jonathan talking dreamily: We...are we worthy of the title of savior...? We...killed him...does it work? The real...use...is no longer watching Others take action...I can only wait...are we...qualified to be called...the savior?

Saixi raised his head and saw the battleships rushing forward, and the crowd charged.

Maybe no one mourns their battles and deaths, but all this now is the best praise for them.

They attacked and killed the fourth-caste male, without delaying the Federation's opportunity for even a second.

Saixi lowered his head, smiled, and replied with great certainty.

Jonathan, we made a difference, I don't know if we deserve to be called saviors.

But when we...stand together...

We are the saviors.

Right? Jonathan.

They may never be able to become Mr. Su who can break through alone on the battlefield, but when they gather together, they will be the only, unrivaled... savior.

The scorched black palm slowly slid down, and there was no more sound from the corpse.

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