Dimensional Invasion Of Doomsday

Compared with the professionals from various countries who were preparing to attack, the world forum was even more lively at this time. Regarding the task of attacking the Old Summer Palace, professionals from many other countries announced the details of it, which caused an uproar.

Among them, the most responsive ones are the professionals of the Celestial Dynasty.

Because of this kind of dungeon war against their own country, the system did not issue tasks to them. No one can accept this kind of thing.

So the World Forum is fried.

"The system is biased, it is unreasonable for all the countries to attack the Old Summer Palace and not issue a siege mission.

"The wrath of the professionals of the Celestial Dynasty, which began to march into the borders today, was favored by those countries that felt the attack on the Old Summer Palace.

"System Nimabi, even if I die, I still have to greet your mother, and I'm sorry for your father!"

However, compared to the professionals in other places, the professionals around the dungeon Qin Han made in the imperial capital are looking at each other in blank dismay.

Nima, it's obvious that Qin Han was responsible for all these things. The name of this dungeon is Li Yuanmingyuan. You can guess with your heels that the so-called mission of the Eight-Power Allied Forces to attack the Old Summer Palace was created by this guy.

But he alone has to deal with professionals from almost all powerful countries in the world, as well as enemies from the imperial dimension, is he really capable?

Even if he is the number one in the world, he is just one person anyway, even if the attacking person releases a skill and forcibly deducts a drop of blood at once, "that won't stop the attacks of countless enemies.

Thinking of this, the professionals who were still waiting around stretched out their hands to the magic circle of the archway again. Now they don't think about anything else, the only thought is to do their part for the country, this power is not for Anyone who only represents the glory of the motherland itself.

It's a pity that the information fed back from the magic circle is still the same as before, and the countdown is also beating from one second to the next, without any change.

"hateful"[!"

With a bang, Liu Zhan slammed his fist on the archway viciously, but such a powerful punch couldn't even make the archway tremble, and the thunder and rain disappeared without a sound.

Liu Zhan's face was very ugly, he felt that even this archway was laughing at him silently.

"Commander Liu, I can't blame you for this matter."

Yan Fei patted Liu Zhan on the shoulder. At this time, he also looked depressed and arrogant. After hearing the news, he was also hit hard. This kind of powerlessness makes this self who has always boasted that he is not weaker than anyone else, There is an indescribable sense of frustration.

"That Qin Han has fallen too far behind us at this time, I feel that it is so difficult for us to see his back now."

Shaking his head and showing a wry smile, Yan Fei raised his head and looked at the hands of the people who showed similarities and differences, and sighed helplessly.

If we say that in normal times, everyone would still be jealous because of Qin Han's acquisition of all kinds of abnormal equipment, secretly thinking about how to get rid of the No.

Then at this moment, everyone's minds were unanimously unified.

That is to hope that Qin Han must win, at least not let other countries turn China into the sick man of East Asia.

During this day, the whole world was boiling because of a task, and all the professionals were busy, preparing supplies, preparing supplies, and adjusting states.

They are all waiting for the final countdown to the last second.

[Time is up! Teleportation begins!]

The flashes of teleportation light from all over the world almost illuminated the night sky at that time, and at the next moment, a group of professionals from all over the world came to a huge camp.

The camp was clearly divided into eight parts, and the national flags erected on the eight camps let them know that their respective locations corresponded to their own countries.

"Oh! Is this our Great American Army? Why are there Indian monkeys in it?"

Remington looked displeasedly at the bearded Indian soldier with a red turban wrapped around his head with a cigar in his mouth and complained.

In his opinion, the guys in India are all curry-scented guys, and they are completely useless except for the special grades they use when riding motorcycles.

Going to attack the imperial capital with such a thing, isn't it the same as sending to death?

"Because the soldiers of Great America are not meant to be wasted on a battlefield like this."

At this time, a voice came over, and a big golden-haired man wearing a general's uniform came over. He patted Remington's strong shoulder and nodded.

"That's right, although you are not the American soldiers in the establishment, you are just as good as the American men, and you will fight well this time. To deal with the weak army of the sick man in East Asia, we don't need to make too much effort at all, using the Indian monkeys and the Fusang gang The yellow-skinned monkey is enough, all we have to do is grab and grab, and grab all the good things into our hands."

The same thing happened in other directions of the camp, the general of Great Britain and Dracula hit it off [at this time half of the command of the army has been given to this man.

Of course, most of their men are Philippine monkeys.

Similar to them, there is also the French Empire, and they also use Indian monkeys.

Well, for these guys, as long as they are not white-skinned, they are all monkeys for evolution.

In the camp, the largest army is the Fuso Army from Japan.

Because of his blood, Oda Nobunaga obtained the status of the deputy commander of the army when he teleported over. He looked at the professionals and military personnel from other countries in the camp (Nobunaga's) and narrowed his eyes slightly. Eye.

Although all countries have sent manpower, Japan's army accounts for almost one-third of the total.

But if all follow the mission, the benefits of living may not necessarily be calculated according to the strength of the troops.

If this is the case, then why not take away the professionals from other countries along with the army at the time of breaking the Old Summer Palace?

Oda Nobunaga licked his lips, a cruel smile appeared on his face Ming.

This idea seems to be good, but now I will collect information on the strength of professionals and armies in various countries in the next battle.

Know yourself and the enemy and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.

I believe that at that time, the world will know that our Great Japanese Empire is the real samurai, and that we will always have a place at the pinnacle of this world. .