Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"Sure enough, these monsters are very weak against curse spells!"

Charlotte, who discovered the weakness of the scales, was refreshed, and at the same time, Roja suddenly found that the values ​​​​in his system had changed.

【Evaluation: 7 (low)】

"!"

Killing these things can actually increase the system rating? And Charlotte’s killing is actually counted?

Roja stared blankly at the changing value, and when he raised his head again and looked forward, his eyes were already full of fire!

If before, the scales were enemies of life and death that had to be eliminated in his opinion, now, in Roja's eyes, they were mobile experience packs.

Kill! For blood promotion! Kill his mother!

A bunch of stinky salted fish, your gills are swollen!

Thinking of this, the black-haired boy spewed out his spell power wildly. He looked into the distance and saw the human battle line behind the ship made of debris. Under the impact of dozens of scale humans, the outnumbered human front line Already in jeopardy.

"Charlotte, I'm going over there, you find a place to hide first..."

"Mr. Roja, I am not your burden, but my fiancée."

Facing Roja's arrangement, Charlotte took a step forward speechlessly, her emerald pupils narrowed slightly, stroking the trigger like a work of art and saying as promised:

"Your back, leave it to me."

Chapter 150 The seventh chapter is all unique skills (3k)

Captain Jeff felt that this might be the last day of his life.

Jeff is 50 years old this year. He is not tall and not good-looking. His gray hair is full of vicissitudes of life. He is dressed in simple sailor attire. He is not much different from any crew member mopping the floor on the deck. This middle-aged man is a master whose extraordinary strength has reached source level 3.

The Golden Fleet, this is the name of the army of the Kingdom of Sophia. It is a huge fleet that has pacified the sea before humans have pacified the land. The ships are divided into three levels. As the captain of the first-level deputy flagship Sao Paulo, Jie The strength of the husband is well known, but now, he feels powerless.

The Deep Sea Scales, this is the enemy of the Golden Fleet whose home is the sea. Originally, as an opponent, he has sufficient experience in dealing with these charcoal-grilled fish head Golden Fleet. However, due to the previous civil war, some functions of the St. Paul were defective, so The co-captain of the St. Paul was seriously injured.

On the battleship of the Golden Fleet, the captain charged into the battle, and the injury might affect morale, but as long as he was not seriously injured and died, it would be fine, but the two deputy captains were very tight.

Each of the vice-captains of the Golden Fleet has the blood of the highland elves. They may not be strong, but they are the keys to many spell devices on the ship.

The reason why the Golden Fleet is powerful is precisely because it uses quite a lot of highland elf lost technology. These things need the blood of the Sophia family to activate. It can be said that the vice-captains on each ship are strategic materials and are controlled by others. A golden battleship and a golden battleship controlled by no one are two completely different things.

Normally, the control room where the vice-captain is located is very safe, but during the last civil strife, one of the vice-captains defected to the rebels, and the St. , although that battle was won, no one could have imagined that this small sequelae has now brought disaster to everyone.

"die!"

A heavy punch smashed the chest of a huge scale man with dragon-like spell power. Jeff opened his eyes wide and angry with both hands, and with a loud roar, he directly tore the scale-man general who was also at level 3 in front of him in half.

Flesh and blood splattered like rain, and the middle-aged man, whose whole body was dyed red, shook his head at the surprised expression of Linren before he died.

Water battles, I can't do it, land battles, you can't.

Thinking of this, Jeff let out a breath, stretched out his hand to cover the bloody abdomen, and turned his head to look at the few people surrounded by him.

"How's Vice-Captain Rahway?"

"Captain... Vice-captain Rawai may be dying."

The moment the blood-stained ship doctor uttered these words, the expressions of everyone nearby changed, and an unspeakable silence suddenly appeared on the battlefield of screaming and killing.

Deputy Captain Rawai is dead, which means that the golden battleship will cease to operate. Leaving aside the many spells that protect everyone, the power grid on the outside of the hull will disappear soon, and everyone will no longer be faced with scales. Instead of an elite army of human beings, there are countless monsters like a sea of ​​mist.

"How long can the grid last?"

"About 10 minutes."

"10 minutes?"

Jeff said to himself, looking at the hordes of scale men and sailors who were rushing forward, as a person who has spent half his life at sea, he has actually realized it long ago, but it is a pity that so many young people... ..

A strong sadness rose in the heart of the middle-aged man, he walked quickly to the fallen young man, bent down and stared at his pale face.

"Rawai, can you hold on for another 10 minutes? Brothers, pull a few backs. When the time comes, you activate the central golden soul, bring the big guys outside, and let's go together."

The self-explosion order that had never been heard before came to the ears, causing the chest and abdomen to be cut open, and the young man whose consciousness began to dim slightly widened his eyes. At this moment, the young man who was dying seemed to be returning to the light, and he smiled with a little pride. , whispering assurances:

"...Leave it to me, Captain."

"Good."

Looking at the young man who devoted himself to his duties at the last moment, Jeff grinned. He looked up and saw calm faces.

Those were the warriors who buried their fear deep in their hearts and looked upon death as their home.

"Sorry, everyone."

"What does the matter of the dog traitor and the fish have to do with you, captain?"

"It's the last battle, the shield is for you."

The soldiers laughed lightly, and stood up and walked towards the front line under the leadership of Jeff. The old captain wiped his eyes and buried the last sadness in his heart. The next step was a desperate charge, killing more enemies and serving the friendly troops. Reducing stress is the last thing they can do.

The sailors drew their swords and axes and prepared separately, but before the final battle began, the uproar from the front had already rushed into their ears.

"Captain! What is that?"

The sailors around him screamed and pointed forward. Jeff wiped his hands and raised his head to look forward. His eyes suddenly widened after just one glance.