The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

The positioning of the Night Dragon is a corpse-like alienated life form with fantasy materialized blood. It is in the fifth stage and has dual attack and defense capabilities such as spirit and flesh. Its whole body is iron-boned, and even its bones seem to be twisted from alienated alloy fibers. However, under the rain of armor-cutting arrows from the first and second stage dog-legs, all they can do at this moment is to charge at the dog sea archers with their heads against the increasingly powdered corpse fragments of their companions in front.

No Night Dragon can resist the armor-cutting arrow rain head-on for more than ten seconds. The visual effect of the arrow rain is almost comparable to the metal jet of the dog Kun's breath-breathing concubine snake. The skin, muscles and bones of the Night Dragon were first cut off layer by layer, and then the entire charging group was cut off layer by layer. The metal sparks and residues splashed by the collision hung straight down like a waterfall, and the hot metal steam made the air in the entire airspace several times heavier.

From the first batch of casting to countless batches, the number of lackeys who can switch to archers has increased from one thousand to ten thousand, from ten thousand to hundreds of thousands. The four dogs, the crazy war madmen of the past, have become the amulets of the big dog and the second dog. They are proudly hanging around the dog sea archers to attack and intercept the group charge of the night dragons with partial air superiority.

After all, the four dogs are not the Lord of the Demon Mountain, nor are they the twin tyrants with growth potential. How much food can they kill if they are not fighting with all their strength and are generally injured? This thing is not so stupid that it has no place to consume energy and eats itself to death, not to mention that those night dragons look much more chewy, elastic, delicious and palatable than the big dog and the second dog.

"It's a delight to the eyes, it's a delight to the eyes!" Li Cang's fingers were like playing the piano, subconsciously playing with the air to control the angle and frequency of the sea of ​​fire and fire. "Keep up, keep up, it's not easy to open a furnace, eat and drink, and don't lose the smelting armor and the armor-cutting bow!"

Don't take it to heart, this is naturally for the lackeys. No matter whether it's eating the night dragon, eating the same kind, or being eaten, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business and don't care about these insignificant details.

Others are armor protection players, but Li Cang is the opposite. Smelting armor requires opening a furnace to smelt, and the preconditions are a bit troublesome, but lackeys don't need to. Li Cang just put these wet parts in the mill and take them out. Put on the smelting armor and pick up the bow, and you will be a loyal dog who can ride on the face and liver the fifth stage. Isn't it beautiful?

If Liliana hadn't been bitching and complaining that the so-called "soul" was too low in mass and too sparse to support the smelting of super-giant and super-heavy bows that were suitable for four dogs, five dogs, and even the twin tyrants of the Mountain, Li Cang would have had to give the group of black iron zombies on the opposite side some eye drops.

This is so timi comfortable!

The scum like Lao Wang still clamored that cannons are the romance of men. I will have a real-life "Mount and Blade" VS "CS" to tell him the pros and cons. He can choose thermal weapons, energy matrix weapons, and my arrows are not bad.

When the number of dog sea archers reached the million level, the terrifying arrow rain of three vibrations per second, no, the terrifying waterfall effect directly suppressed the night dragon and dared not charge head-on. Every concentrated shot was like a heavy hammer hitting iron, so it tried to go back to the side of Lao Wang's sky island and directly take the insect nest with the most abundant life breath.

This was obviously not a particularly wise decision.

The crystal wall suddenly opened up, and the huge swarm of insects directly withstood the rain of arrows, making the night dragon taste the real sweetness.

The behavior logic of the nest master is typical of Zhong Wuyan when there is trouble and Xia Yingchun when there is no trouble. It is either war or rest. It is a compliment to put it on it. If it were not for Lao Wang forcing the nest master to retain a certain configuration to maintain the ecology of the insect nest, the entire insect race would be in a completely dormant state in the absence of war, and all the lower-level insect races would be decomposed into nutrients on the spot to avoid unnecessary waste of resources. The insect race is not a bee colony, and the nest master has no low-level needs to maintain the ecological production of the insect nest and raise food. It and the entire insect race have soil to eat soil, no soil to drink soil, and even northwest wind is fine. War is the supply, and plunder is the resource. The greater the consumption, the greater the consumption.

After the nest master surrendered on the surface, apart from occasionally being disobedient and wanting to study human emotions and human behavior and occasionally embezzling resources, he had a characteristic that was quite outstanding compared to the normal Miwei Zerg. That is, when conditions permit, it does not define the intensity of producing Zerg offspring by the level or strength of the Zerg nest itself, but pursues the ultimate maximization of resource utilization. In layman's terms, this thing controls points, and will in turn formulate a reproduction plan based on the strength of the opponent, focusing on living within one's means. For this kind of Sima thread logic, Lao Wang would like to unilaterally call it: May there be no Li Cang in heaven.

If the unreasonable dense and concentrated firepower coverage of the armor-cutting arrows is iron-making, then the Zerg whistling in can only be described as a whirlwind that sweeps away the remaining clouds and destroys the withered and decayed. There is no hesitation, no pause, no chaos, only the flapping wings gather into a deafening strong sound that rolls across the sky like thunder, and the Zerg has completed the digestion of hundreds of thousands of nocturnal dragons in such a casual manner.

Yes, it is digestion.

"Who told you to come out, the five dogs and the twin tyrants, evaporate them!" Li Cang was furious: "Damn it, I don't see you working hard at ordinary times, but now you run out to take advantage of the situation when you get a free hand, you insects, a bunch of insects!"

Zergs and lackeys are different. Any resources are like meat buns to dogs in front of them. Once they are taken into their stomachs, there is no other option except to become nutrients for the population. Li Cang's response strategy developed for the selfish and self-interested characteristics of Zerg and taking kickbacks from their own people is also extremely simple and unpretentious. Since the meat in my mouth cannot be spit out, why don't I just kill your whole family?

Kill all the ones with a little oil and put them into the mill!

Don't think about the initial materials, but it won't delay me from converting the worms and stomach contents into energy matrix. That thing is also a hard currency that can be exchanged for the fate coin in equal proportion. I will make up for the middlemen at the same time. It's important to kill two birds with one stone, and not a single thorn can be wasted!

Outside the battlefield where the feathers on the ground are in a mess, a large number of flamingos that have just completed the overall assembly are late. They hesitated and just glanced at it through the coal rain. More than half of them ran away on the spot with a cackle.

It's so funny. I can't afford to offend them at all.

Normally, just a small wave of zombies is enough to make them panic and almost wipe out their race. Whoever wants to fight this war can fight it, so just fight if the wind is tight!