The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

"There are still some tricks. The strength of this servant of fate, tsk~"

"Pray. Pray.???"

"The air-space carrier, the carrier is out of control."

The red cannon is a little rustic, but it is also an indisputable fact that it is cheap and easy to use. The tons of rotten iron on this thing are not as valuable as the two cannonballs fired.

The cannon is a crudely made assembly line copy product, but the "cannonball" is not. The only purpose of making these broken ones is to send the cannonballs to the opponent's face. As for whether it is a red cannon or a catapult, it doesn't matter at all.

The black and round cannonballs are nothing else, just black vine seeds, pure natural green and pollution-free, the disadvantage is that it wastes the sky island.

The mill is not welcome, there is no place on the sky island, and the cultivation of black vines has been shelved again and again. Last time, so many black vine seeds were saved under the mill. Do you think that Mr. Cang, who is as black as charcoal, will give up such a good thing in vain without using it?

Speaking of which, there is basically no one among the subordinates, especially those on the track, who does not know about Black Vine.

But, this is Monroe.

A relatively closed airspace where one will sail forever in an "∞"-shaped orbit in thunderstorms without being disturbed. Thunderstorms here are more frequent than rains in Cherrapunji. If Black Vine is to develop its business here, it probably depends on the Monroe people to write this thing into the Red Book and protect and cultivate it with their own hands.

However, even if you haven't eaten pork, you still have seen pigs run. The people on the island quickly understood what happened:

"Damn, it's those solid bullets, insidious bastards!"

"The track of the aerospace aircraft carrier is sinking!"

"Kill them!"

"Send out the Asian dragon to get rid of the black vine seeds on the island base, quickly!"

Each of the six "aerospace aircraft carriers" in Xiaocepesh is equipped with 700 people, and various conventional weapons and equipment are innumerable. The resource allocation is basically based on allowing these people to survive the end of the world again. From the third-generation biochemical beast "Dragon Fang" to the latest fourth-generation "Sharp Blade", everything is available.

If it weren't for the fact that little Tsepesh regarded these sky islands as mobile palaces that integrated tourism and luxury enjoyment, and insisted on leaving himself a certain "private space" and refused to over-arm, the Tsepesh family would have wanted to fill all these things with nuclear bombs.

Therefore, except for the initial loss and being trapped by the chain arrows, their overall combat effectiveness was enough to make Lao Wang look at them differently. The overwhelming [Dragon Fangs] and [Sharp Blades] were no less in number than the second son of Teacher Cang's bloodline, and they even withstood the offensive of the servants of fate for a time.

"I don't understand the aesthetics of foreigners. What the hell is this?" Lao Wang dragged a scrapped sharp blade back to the sky island: "What a weird thing, these big thick legs and short arms, what's the use of these arms, are they made to be funny, I can't rub the whole flying snake more than this?"

"At least they can really make it, right?"

"???"

Lao Wang felt insulted: "Bah! I hit it with a hammer and it exploded directly inside. I don't know if there is a reactor or an ammunition depot or a fuel depot under the knight's butt. I'm afraid that my death is not tragic enough. This is an unprecedented and unrepeatable injustice!"

If Lao Wang was still the old Wang, the sharp blade might not be blown up by a hammer, but the electric rat's upgrade just added lightning attributes to the evil energy fire. The middle area that originally attacked the mind and burned on the surface was physically hard bridged, and the mysterious power of the thunder and fire calamity pierced the waist of the sharp blade, so it was more energetic!

In other words: this thing is usually called "penetration", penetration with dual attributes of thunder and fire.

The fourth generation biochemical beast is codenamed [Sharp Blade], and it basically follows the path of a full metal war god. From the reactor inside to the strong armor outside, the whole thing is a turbocharged mechanical Godzilla with wings that can fly. It is no longer possible to see the shadow of a living thing. It is completely a product of mechanical aesthetics and metal industry.

It has more mechanical components and less biological components. It is equivalent to a beast-shaped self-propelled flammable and explosive product. It has both thunder and fire. Whether it can't be ignited or it is ignited but not exploded, it looks quite weird.

He is honest in his heart.

After knocking down a sharp blade with a hammer, Lao Wang immediately dragged it to the island without even a half-second delay: "This reactor is useless, let your unworthy descendants quickly bring me a few more to store!"

The poor machine tool can't stop Master Wang's belief in turning out a biochemical transformation. People are always terribly pragmatic when it comes to impracticality.

Li Cang hummed, but didn't take it seriously. He leaned on his chin and played chess like an old man, pointing and making comments in the air from time to time. Then the lackeys, the Mountain or the Corpse Brother in a certain area would immediately adjust their tactics or fighting postures, responding with zero delay.

This was not a fair battle, for both Xiao Caipeish and Li Cang.

Xiao Caipeish's side had more than 4,000 subordinates per person, and each person had at least one [Dragon Fang] and one [Sharp Blade] on average.

Not only were the fate servants uniform in style, but even their innate abilities were slightly similar. It seemed that the price of controlling lightning was greater than Li Cang imagined.

Bang!

A sharp blade was destroyed by Li Lasi and fell not far from Li Cang.

Its head exploded, and the mountain-like spine extending from the cervical vertebrae to the position where the knight rode was directly pulled out. The missing spine made the ribs, wings and other metal bones attached to it have no place to support, and they were limp together. The half-mechanical and half-flesh internal organs were squeezed out from the sharp back, which was extremely miserable.

The knight on the saddle was not even seriously injured, but Li Leisi was too lazy to pay attention to him.

One of the knight's legs was broken, and half of his body was pressed under the sharp blade. He groaned, pushed the sharp blade away and pulled his leg out, took out a bottle of green medicine from his pocket and drank it, looking at the dead sharp blade with sad eyes and a dead heart.

Until this moment, he finally found where he was, and saw a person lazily leaning on an old recliner not far away: "Hiss you, you."

Mohado swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

He obviously has a clearer self-awareness and self-positioning, and he is also smart. At least he didn't try to take shortcuts like some idiot to steal the emperor and control the princes.

Bang~

What a big stainless steel square tray, it hit the ground with a huge noise, and the other party spit out two words indifferently: "Coin."

Mohado: "."

What do you mean by professional? He must have done this many times, right?

It just so happens that Monroe is a semi-feudal clan-style system, with abundant martial virtues and considerable practical experience. Redeeming prisoners of war is such a great and humane traditional virtue. It is recommended to promote it in all channels!

Ahem.

In short, Mohado knows how to smoothly materialize all the fate coins and pour them into the tray. The jingling sound is very pleasant.

Mohado is very honest and calmly accepts the fact that he was captured.

From his perspective, he can see more clearly to what extent his comrades on the six aerospace aircraft carriers are at a disadvantage. The fourth-generation product blade is even more fleeting than the third-generation dragon tooth in front of the locust-like zombie fate servants.

"This, this is impossible!"

It sounds ridiculous to fight a defensive battle in the air-to-ground, but it was suppressed into this ghostly state. How can you really face people when you go home?

Soon, Mohado understood why.

A few hundred meters above the battle group, a giant beast with a flaming head and wingspan that covered the sky was leisurely wandering. Every time it hummed or flapped its wings, a group of blade knights below suddenly lost their balance or simply fell to the sky island.

"Change the dragon's teeth! Damn it! Change the dragon's teeth quickly! The blade is suppressed!"