The mother planet secretly transformed without telling us

Chapter 949 The Era of Deterrence (+1, please vote for me!)

No matter how much you shout, it's useless. The opportunity has been given. Teacher Cang, who is good at setting industry standards, has no interest in working for others. Although there are slight flaws in the etiquette aspect, it does not affect the practical application.

The Magic Mountain and the Magic Mountain Heavy Cavalry have enough runway to charge and speed up before jumping. The first time they appear, they are best at encircling and annihilating them. The heavy cavalry in the inner circle charges back and forth in a plowing style, and the Magic Mountain in the outer circle is trapped with a shield.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for a creature of the same size to refuse the polite greetings and serious communication from the Heavy Cavalry of the Magic Mountain, let alone only thirty or so subordinates.

Among the Servants of Destiny, the most vivid display of combat power is the Sword Girl. The specific form is almost invisible, only a group of sharp sword lights and shadows shuttle across the "battlefield", and limbs are frequently separated and blood pours down like rain.

But the one who puts the greatest pressure on everyone is Bone Girl. The Bone Girl in her hateful form bites her fingers cutely, and her third arm shakes the chain and sickle hook. Her eyes scan back and forth on the battlefield, like a fishing game in front of a pond. The little girl on the hook is just as innocent and innocent.

There was no empty hook, and the two orbital slaves were caught back with a metal behemoth-like servant of fate.

You know, Bone Girl is more than ten meters tall, and the chain and sickle hook are all made according to her body shape. It is acceptable to use things with the same body shape to "fish", but if it is used to catch people.

Emmm, have you ever seen a giant ship’s anchor hit someone?

Hundreds of people stared with big eyes and small eyes, their shocked and frightened gazes wandering back and forth between Li Cang and others and their former companions who were beaten.

"I personally don't like people following me to take advantage. Such people are more likely to cause me physical discomfort than the enemy itself." Li Cang turned a blind eye to the howls, curses, and cries of the guys in the circle begging for mercy. Everyone in the group released a simple and comforting smile: "In addition to the directional gain and debuff buffs, I can provide you with this kind of servant of fate and the bloodline second son that acts as a living human shield to facilitate everyone's performance. I will definitely To a certain extent, I am free from worries, and I am willing to share the subsequent benefits with you, but they are not worthy.”

This impeccable smile makes 90% of people tighten their crotches involuntarily.

"Well, now that the opinions have been unified, I suggest that you group into groups according to the previous teams, so that you know each other better and have a certain tacit understanding of cooperation. I will send some servants of fate to assist you. Everyone splits up and cleans up the pieces one by one. Let’s focus on the ones you haven’t cleaned up first. Well, if you have any opinions, you can raise them now.”

Who the hell dares to have an opinion?

"Damn it, I've long been disgusted by those stupid birds. Good luck. If you guys hadn't stopped me, I would have attacked them a long time ago!"

"What a relief!"

"If we could reach consensus earlier, we wouldn't have to stay in this hellish place until now!"

"Oh, but the dirty scab corpse is not easy to mess with."

"My combat prowess is so great that one person can equal an army of thousands. He is willing to lead us, maybe because he has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Hey, what else do you have to be unhappy about? You get a bargain and you act like a good boy!"

"Farke, that's not what I meant."

In less than three minutes, the last living creature with objections had entered Miss Qiu's stomach. During the entire process, no one asked for mercy or denounced Teacher Cang's cruelty.

With the backbone, hundreds of people quickly and happily came up with a grouping plan. They took out various food reserves and discussed simple tactics while stabilizing their mentality, replenishing their physical strength and restoring their state.

Oh, and they even have simple maps.

"Teacher Cang, look, this is a simplified diagram of this space. It was marked one by one by the strippers during these times. The blue ones are the ones we have been to but have not captured. The green ones represent safety, and the red ones are not. Exploration or complete failure.”

"There are about two thousand red fragments, some of which are an astonishing number of filthy scab corpses, and some of which are alien beasts that are even more difficult to deal with. I wonder how many servants of fate like this you can provide to assist us?"

"This is a tough battle. Don't just clear out the zombies. If you encounter something special, notify the surrounding teams in time. Maybe there will be clues to get out of here."

"Yes, supervise each other. It's a matter of life and death. If anyone tries to commit suicide again, don't blame everyone for being ruthless!"

The eight teams can be divided into nearly 50 teams with tacit understanding. The progress in less than an hour has made Lao Wang deeply aware of his previous sloppiness.

"Damn it," Lao Wang said with a blushing face, "It's different if we have a leading party. Just by ourselves, how many second sons of blood would we need to push it so fast?"

The most disgusting thing about the dirty scab corpse is the blood contamination. Now that everyone's empty island is not here, and there is a powerful living human shield tank provided by Li Cang, what's the point of fear? Just kill him!

As for the second form of the dirty scab corpse, there is no need to worry. The speed at which Dog Leg No. 1 can dismantle these trivial fragments is earth-shattering. He casually leads the dirty scab corpse to a fixed place before it turns into an egg, and then completely dismantles the edges of the fragments. Drop it, kick it/drag it to the periphery of the central area, and fend for itself and eat myself - no matter how powerful the walking zombies are, they can't live by their thoughts, they have to absorb nutrients to change their forms!

In one hour, a full 170 pieces of debris were chewed up, and the progress was astonishing.

The fragments that were dragged to the periphery and piled up gradually formed a strange land full of "pustules". The pale white soil and stones that were drained of nutrients flowed down one after another, forming a long and slowly floating ribbon in the surrounding airspace. The scab corpse eggs on it began to desperately compete for nutritious entities, and even devoured each other.

If ordinary zombies repeatedly raised Gu at such a high density, it would not be difficult to understand even if a series of super-high-level alienations were born, but the scab corpses were different. There was a very conspicuous prompt in the scab corpse panel: stage solidification.

Their bloodlines have been twisted, and their potential has been completely drained. They can't be promoted through normal alienation logic. The scab corpse eggs will also suck the fragments they are in smaller and smaller. Even if they are lucky enough to hatch from the eggs, they will still only become a pile of space junk floating in a zero-gravity environment.

Teacher Cang was chewing on a super spicy cured pheasant leg. This thing was stuffed into the dog's stomach after being bandaged and brought over through the homologous link. Even Lao Wang, who was not in a hungry state, could hardly eat it, but Teacher Cang had no burden.

"Over there."

Daomei said, and slid across a distance of dozens of meters like a sharp lightning. At the landing point, more than a dozen scab corpses were hatched on the spot, and half of the broken room made of glass curtain walls and alloys collapsed completely.

Li Cang was very satisfied with Daomei's performance. His face was almost wrinkled with laughter. He rubbed out a whole row of [burning] to clean up the relatively tense situation of the fate servants and bloodline second sons.

"Fuck, you idiot!" Lao Wang crawled out of the collapsed room covered in dust and dirt: "Teacher Cang, that's not right. Don't those who do research need research materials? This is the 9th room, and they didn't even leave us a piece of paper. There are so many dead bodies of members of his country in this damn place. It's obvious that it was made like this by an emergency. How can they evacuate so cleanly? It's so damn watertight!"