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The black battle uniform glowed with a dark cold light, outlining a thin and powerful waist, accompanied by sharp movements, making rustling sounds, preparations before the battle must be careful and careful, and those who carefully check their equipment , and didn't have time to talk to the marshal behind him who hesitated to speak.

The Marshal, who has always been vigorous and resolute, has never made such a coquettish gesture, but the battle plan has been determined, and it is hard to say if he stops this operation.

This time seems to be an excellent opportunity for human beings, but the marshal has a bad premonition in his heart. Canceling this plan because of a bad premonition sounds like a child's play. It is the commander's decision to act according to feeling. Taboo.

His expression changed from tangled to determined, and he stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist to stop him, saying, "The plan is too hasty, we'd better have a long-term plan."

Turning around, the man with his back to the marshal showed his face.

The chestnut hair hangs down obediently, and there are a few naughty strands that are slightly raised, adding a bit of childishness. The bright eyes are as vast as the sea, and the curving thick eyelashes make the heart beat when the eyes blink slightly. The dyed lips had an unhealthy white color, which made the whole person look too weak.

Hearing the Marshal's dissuasion, the man didn't take it seriously. He smiled, and a clear and gentle voice sounded, but with unshakable firmness: "Marshal, the battlefield is changing rapidly, and there is no time for us to make sure. This time, the reproductive mother beasts are scattered again, and you know how much trouble it will cause for us humans."

The marshal disagreed and said: "But such a gathering of reproductive female beasts must be full of dangers. My premonition is very bad. Nothing is more important than your life. You are the hope of the empire, so nothing will happen."

With helplessness in his brows and eyes, he said in a gentle voice: "Marshal, you always say that when you stop me, and you have come here. And the hope of the empire is tens of thousands of soldiers, not me, who wiped out the breeding mother this time." The beast will reduce a lot of sacrifices, and this action is imperative."

The marshal was in a hurry, and stopped him with red eyes: "But it turns out that my premonition is very accurate. Which time is not extremely thrilling, you listen to me, this time my premonition is stronger than ever."

But if you can dissuade success with a few words, this plan will not be born. The man patted the Marshal on the shoulder and comforted him: "Marshal, you should know that this is actually not a hunch, it is your sensitivity to war that you have cultivated over the years. It was caused by my sense of crisis, but I found out, Marshal, you always warn according to the degree of crisis planned. Marshal, the era of the big star is not suitable for superstition, maybe this time I will come back intact, even if It's worth it to get hurt."

The marshal opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him again, but he couldn't find a suitable reason. The other party had a high right to speak, and his level was only one level lower than his. It was because of his youth that the marshal couldn't stop him at all.

The God of War in their army is the belief and weather vane of the entire army, the existence that everyone admires, his contribution is too great, and he has a special and unshakable position in the entire army, but no one is jealous, and no one dares to throw power away When used on that person, in the face of the life and death of the entire empire, all the superiors who only care about their own interests will fall. This is the era of the strong, and it is also the era of the devotees.

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"Zechen, get out of the way." A lung-cracking hissing voice exploded in his ears, the voice seemed far away and near, choked with despair and pain.

The wind whistled, the sharp claws were sharp and sharp, mixed with cold murderous intent, and the cold hair stood upright.

At the moment of opening his eyes, relying on his powerful instinct, his body dodged quickly, but he still couldn't completely avoid the sharp claws on his back. Fang Zechen felt a sharp pain in his back, and his body floating in the void couldn't stand upright, and fell to the ground.

The majestic hind legs are firmly on the ground, the dust and smoke are billowing, and the roar is deafening, the open bloody mouth is full of sticky saliva, and the teeth are serrated, which seems to be able to tear everything. The ground's eyes were red, it was extremely hungry and fierce.

Fang Zechen, who fell down, faced a bunch of strange beasts waiting to be fed. His glowing eyes made him feel cold all over. If he really let himself fall, he might become the ration of the strange beasts.

The power in the body seemed inexhaustible, and seemed to be exhausted, as if it had been circulated many times, Fang Zechen relied on instinct to handle it with ease.

Stretching out his hand, the silver light swayed little by little, and several vines emerged out of thin air. The vines were as thick as ordinary tree trunks, and they moved with Fang Zechen's thoughts, flexibly sweeping out the monsters waiting for their prey below. The behemoth flew upside down, setting off dust and dust all over the sky.

Bang bang bang, with dozens of loud noises, a deep hole was smashed into the sand not far away, and Fang Zechen landed safely with the power of the vines.

The huge vine twisted its body to block the strange beast, in exchange for Fang Zechen's short-term safety.Sweeping all around with mental power, Fang Zechen was able to calmly look for the possibility of breaking through the strange beasts in the depths.

Probably this is really made of dumplings. There are densely packed alien beasts in every direction, front, back, left, and right. Even the sky has winged tigers staring at it. Fang Zechen smiled wryly.

Alone, standing in a dangerous herd of alien beasts, with nowhere to go.

The marshal stared at the screen, feeling regretful. No matter how great the threat of breeding beast kings is, they should plan carefully before letting Fang Zechen go. After hundreds of years of war, I thought I knew enough about Yan beasts, but never expected They were able to produce wisdom comparable to human beings, and they arranged this situation in order to attract their God of War.

That is the god of war who is fierce in the war, and it is the redemption that saves all soldiers from despair, so that the beast king can be multiplied, and he is no longer a frightened existence.

If he can, he is willing to withstand all pressures and rescue people from the flaming beast pile at all costs, but it is too far away, so far that even if his army tries everything to fight with the lives of the soldiers, it will not be able to do so in time. to get there.

Having participated in the war for decades, the marshal who stood on the battlefield and didn't know what it felt like to shed tears, shed tears and looked at the back of that person facing countless murderous intentions with red eyes. He looked so weak and fragile in the world. The illusion of just bending.

Obviously know how powerful that man is, but people have limits.

"Marshal, give the order!" In the headset, the voices of the officers who could communicate with him came from the earpiece. They were uniform, representing the will of all the soldiers, sonorous and powerful.

Can't wait any longer, not driven by personal feelings, but the voice of all fighters.

Marshal "Zhan" roared, and drove the mech into the group of Yan beasts.

Frost and snow fell, wars spread wantonly across the land, mechs swarmed, silver knives and cannons faced flame-breathing flame beasts wielding sharp claws, the sky was filled with flames, and the sky and the earth were dyed red. They feared no death, and nothing could stop the army progress in a common direction.

The spewed fire burned onto Fang Zechen's vines, and turned into fierce weapons instead. The fire whips danced, accompanied by the bowl-thick lightning that fell out of nowhere, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the strange beasts.

Fang Zechen didn't know what this group of ugly beasts were, but he could sense their instinct to devour everything. Other beasts could be appeased and regained, but in front of him, there was only endless violence and madness that devoured everything. That was life. The nature engraved in the bones is as unchangeable as gluttony's natural appetite for food. Unless one is born with wisdom, one's own repressed nature wants to change, but nature is not easy to be repressed.

Going on like this is not an option, maybe after a big battle before, only one-tenth of the supernatural powers in this body are left, if this delay continues, I am afraid that it will become food in the mouth of this strange beast, and die before it is ready However, Fang Zechen can't guarantee such a death, whether there will be another world.

With a thought, Mie Shen wrote out.

"Chenchen, you remember, the flowers I was waiting for are all withered." Mie Shenshu seemed very sad, and he threw himself on Fang Zechen's shoulder for a while.

Fang Zechen tilted his head in doubt, did he lose his memory before?

No, now is not the time to think about it, patted Mie Shen Shu, Fang Zechen asked: "Book, search for the secret method of instant explosion."

The whole book left Fang Zechen's shoulder, and the Mie Shen Shu floated flickeringly, and the idea was transmitted: "Chenchen, there is no need to search, you can use the power of this world to self-destruct. The interstellar world is a high-level plane. Things are super gods, such as self-detonation with supernatural powers, which can instantly have ten times the energy of the supernatural power itself. The higher the supernatural power, the greater the power. With your self-destructive power level, it is estimated that all the flame beasts with a radius of hundreds of miles will be wiped out. It’s just that it’s very harmful to oneself, and it’s the ultimate weapon of space fighters, not only can’t use the ability again, but the lifespan will also be shortened.”

Fang Zechen said decisively: "It's okay, if you don't use it anymore, it's not that the lifespan is reduced, but that it has no lifespan. Book and transfer the usage method."

Struggling to make the final attack with the supernatural powers in the body, the flame beasts surrounding Fang Zechen were briefly emptied of a small area. Taking advantage of the temporary safe environment, they charged up and mobilized the supernatural power crystal cores to run wildly.

Familiar with the opening gesture, little starlight spills out, like the stars in the starry sky at night. Such a beautiful scene is the scene that the space warriors least want to see. A warrior on the front lines withers.

This secret method cannot be used in non-death environments. It is the highest glory of an interstellar warrior, and it is also the saddest ending. He bids farewell to the battlefield in this life, suffers from illness, and passes away after his short lifespan is exhausted.

In the battle monitoring room, countless screens are scattered on the large screen in the middle, and this poignant scene is clearly played. The intelligence personnel who are always paying attention to the battlefield situation in front of the battle screen froze instantly and burst into tears. Their God of War will also welcome Come to the end of the warrior?