Players Please Respect Yourself

The flow of time resumed, and the eyes of the originally lifeless native soldiers regained their brilliance.

There is no weak person who can stand on the stage of the final battle.

In any case, the soldiers of the Emperor Yan Legion, the Paladins, the Winged Human Race, etc., all experienced a brutal united war and became kings in their own god-forsaken land.

It was just the brutal beatings that silenced them.

Facing enemies whose size is far larger than their own, they are very bitter. Their proud armor is as fragile as a piece of toilet paper. The strength they cultivated with [fighting spirit], [fighting will], etc., seemed weak under the brute force of the giant monster.

When the most courageous fighters around me died in seemingly pointless battles, that contrast engendered a heightened sense of frustration.

When they were in a state of insufficient supplies, heavy losses, and almost unable to defend, the appearance of the immortal Abyss Legion soldiers made this sense of powerlessness and frustration soar to the extreme.

Working hard by oneself is not as good as others.

Muster up the courage to go up, people can be resurrected 'in situ' after they die.

Fortunately, they have their own beliefs, otherwise it would not be uncommon for them to be attacked one after another, say I don't want to fight anymore, Mom!, and then run away crying.

But at this moment, they not only heard the declaration of the current Guardian Commander Jason Momoa. In their minds, the voice of the 'God' they believed in sounded.

What the soldiers of Yandi Legion heard was [Will of Fire]!

Paladins and paladins are [guidance of the holy light], and the oracle of the sun god Pelor!

The Winged Human Race is [Whisper of the Wind].

The rock giant is the order of the Mother Earth.

The enemy became stronger and stronger, and the invisible pressure squeezed the chest, as if every time the chest was contracted and inhaled, it could no longer expand.

He could not breathe in oxygen and slowly suffocated to death.

Weakness, decadence, and powerlessness erode their fighting spirit little by little.

Abyss Legion performed so well?

Then leave it all to them?

Originally, their hearts should have slipped like this.

The sudden announcement lifted the spirits of the soldiers.

There are great differences in living habits among the various legions of the coalition army, and there are also obvious gaps in civilization. In this case, a legion from a backward civilization will feel really uncomfortable.

But the announcement of the Galactic Order Council undoubtedly brought all the Guardians to the same starting line.

At least at this moment, they felt 'fair'!

Oh oh oh--

For the Holy Light!

for……

All kinds of slogans burst into the sky, boiling on several lines of defense.

Ordinary players used to fire cannons, or had fun with the three-dimensional mobile device. After hearing this sound, they couldn't help noticing the new system prompt:

[The moment of decisive battle is coming: this is the final stage, and the fireworks of life and death are about to bloom in this land where chaos and order meet. Sons and daughters of heroes, you must go all out...]

There are only two key points in the lines: the boss is coming, and the next thing is to pass the level with one life, or GG if you die. It's not revived anyway.

In the live broadcast room of Biu station, the audience, players and anchors were all in an uproar.

[If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero 1]: Clear the customs with one life, and there will be no waves, so exciting!

A bunch of sand sculpture audiences wrote down the barrage one after another:

Speed ​​it up!

Battle song!

The most magical BGM is of course Dawei Tianlong!

A group of sand sculpture players shouted Bold evildoer or something, and then, Evildoer came!

[l Xingyu] Pointing to the distance: What the hell is that?

The huge portal can no longer be called a 'gate'.

This is completely the fusion of two planes. When the purple barrier at the end of the horizon suddenly collapsed and turned into blurred spots of light and space debris flying all over the sky, the howling and howling icy wind rushed towards the face, and everyone on the city wall was alive. There was a cold war.

1024 People and Creatures on the Land Abandoned by the Gods, How Have They Ever Tried to Be So Cold?

Although the valley of tides is wet and cold all year round, it has never had such an experience.

Even the ice storm caused by the dead ice phoenix just now is nothing compared to the icy cold that almost cooled the entire plane.

The cold wind like a knife seems to cut a person's skin, and can penetrate deep into the bone marrow, freezing the soul. A layer of hoarfrost formed on the eyelashes of the guardian soldiers in an instant, and the hot breath formed a cloud of white mist, which instantly melted into the surrounding confusion in the thick fog.

The terrible cold wave rushed past this huge light gate two kilometers high and five kilometers wide, turning the entire battlefield into a foggy ice and snow field.

The first city wall that was blasted by the monster looked a bit like a cracked glacier.

On the broken battlements, icicles and icicles hang everywhere.

The strong wind howled, stirring up the cold mist, as if the ice mist itself was a living monster.

Accompanied by the ice fog, the entrance is indistinct, there are phantoms of huge monsters everywhere, and the continuous roar of beasts makes people nervous.

This... Rachel and Bai Zhen frowned at the same time.

Wang Hao didn't feel much: Is it really not that easy to pass the test?

How do you say it? Ashham asked curiously.

The other party just wants to abolish our artillery!

In a world where magic and swords are the main theme, the cannon is a bug. Before the anti-Wang Mingming didn't have enough time, he pushed forward slowly and kept sending cannon fodder, just to try out the guardian's arrangement.

It must be admitted that the opponent's boss has a lot of brains. Maybe it can't find a weapon to restrain the artillery for a while, but this method of weakening the guardian's game to the greatest extent is definitely a stroke of genius.

Even if the players' 460mm cannons have wide-area damage, but just using the impact of the explosion to kill the enemy, how can it be compared to directly covering the face with shells?

The artillery in Wang Hao's hands can use the 88 cannon three kilometers away to blow the head of a troll!

Smart! Wang Hao exclaimed.

It's like when the Eight-Power Allied Forces burned the Old Summer Palace, but if the cavalry commander of one's own side had a brain and played a night battle or something, with the earthen guns of the Eight-Power Allied Forces, once they got close, wouldn't they kill them casually?

If you have to go up to the phalanx one by one to deliver them in broad daylight, there will be ghosts if you don't lose.

Now the move against the king leader is no different from a night battle. As long as it is dragged into a melee, the side with more trolls will gain an overwhelming advantage in elite battles.

Wang Hao didn't know, but the other party hated him already.

Humble human being! You are truly remarkable for being able to survive until now. But this is the end.

On the opposite side of the white mist, on the three huge heads, there were scarlet eyes shining.

The anti-king king had already burst into anger in his heart.

The biggest reason why he became angry from embarrassment was that his sea of ​​monsters would be suppressed by the strange weapons of those mortals?

However, you stop here! Don't think that you can deal with the Holy Demon King with your pitiful little tricks! Your fragile line of defense should have been destroyed long ago!

He is so sure.

However, at this moment, the vanguard of the Shanzhai Survey Corps began to fight the trolls.

Uncharacteristically, the sharpest weapon in their hands is no longer a sword, but a bucket of paint...