Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

In the beginning, the 203rd Bronze Legion of the Dark Temple was only killed by the commander of the army, and it was still able to maintain a certain level of combat power. Now even the Bronze-level Inspector was obliterated, and the flagship was completely taken down. Naturally, there was no fighting spirit and began to retreat. Panic is like a dog in a family.

Defeated like a mountain, at this moment, the flying warships and flying warships are running at full power and directly rushing towards the distance.

Although Fang Fan's major legions tried their best to intercept them, their strength was limited, and it was estimated that only a part of them could be intercepted in the end.

The battle has come to an end!

"Inspector Fang Fan! Mozang led the Third Dark Iron Army to help!"

Just as Fang Fan was standing on the three-star Sanctuary-class flying battleship, a group of men and horses suddenly rushed over from a distance. There were about 100,000 people, and it was the configuration of a full-strength black iron-class army.

"The Third Dark Iron Legion of the 308 Bronze Legion?"

"There are actually reinforcements?"

Fang Fan squinted his eyes and looked at the armed forces of the Third Dark Iron Legion. Obviously, they had been prepared for battle long ago, and their station was some distance away from Fang Fan's place, plus it would take time to assemble the army...

So they should be ready to fight from the beginning.

According to Fang Fan's original estimate, it is impossible for the 308 Bronze Army to send a reinforcement.

"Captain of the Mozambican Black Iron Army?"

"Your assistance is welcome!"

"Hurry up and send your soldiers to intercept more flying warships and flying warships!"

Fang Fan ordered directly.

"Observe the order, your lord!"

Mozang nodded quickly, and then ordered the entire army to attack.

"I...I thought the battle was at a stalemate here, for fear...for fear that it would not be too late to assist the supervisor..."

"Who would have thought... it was actually this scene..."

"Supervisor, the enemy has really come to a manchurian bronze army?"

The commander of the 3rd Dark Iron Legion of the 308 Bronze Legion, Mossán, took a breath, with an incredible expression on his face.

"You can open your eyes and see how many dark camp soldiers are fleeing at this moment..."

"Also, you should know this flagship, right?"

Fang Fan smiled slightly and said calmly.

Mo Sang was stunned, then looked around in a circle, and then completely admired.

"This is the flagship of the 203rd Bronze Legion of the Ghost Legion under the Dark Temple. Our 308th Bronze Legion is their old opponent. I didn't expect to be supervised this time so that the adults would have it all!"

"Monitoring makes adults really sacred..."

"It seems that my rush to help this time... is meaningless... Let the supervisor make the adults laugh."

Mossang said with a sigh. He was quite discouraged at this moment. He was planning to come to the rescue and prepare for the **** battle to the end. But after he came, he knew that the battle had come to an end, and his Dark Iron Legion would be cleaned up. Just the battlefield.

This is like smashing the cotton with a clenched fist. This softness is too real.

"Who's your help is meaningless!"

"The existence of your Third Dark Iron Legion can at least make me more than 100,000 prisoners and dozens of flying warships and warships!"

"After I go back, I'll do it for you!"

Fang Fan smiled and looked at Mosang, at the same time a trace of doubt appeared on his face...

"But I have a question, I also ask the commander of the Black Iron Army of Mozambique to answer it truthfully!"

Fang Fan said solemnly.

"Sir, the supervisor said, Mosang must know everything!"

Mo Sang suddenly straightened his chest, his expression serious.