Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, then ordered.

The full-scale battle has just begun.

Among them, the controllable scale is relatively large.

"Oh, Lord..."

The commander of the Law Heavy Aircraft Artillery Corps, Bayless nodded quickly, and then silently led his troops over, and the full-scale battle had just begun.

The **** fight starts from this moment!

The next thing becomes more and more interesting.

There is always a rhetoric about how the situation develops afterwards.

"Luo Hu, you bring the Blood Shura Corps cover rule, the heavy aircraft artillery Corps..."

"After they finish bombing, quickly cover them and evacuate back!"

"Remember! Don't love war!"

"The main reason is to weaken the enemy..."

Fang Fan groaned, then ordered directly.

At the moment, this is still more critical.

"Yes!"

Luo Hu nodded, and then silently hid in the surrounding darkness with the Shura knife in his hand...

...

"Boy Fang Fan, you...you can do it hard!"

"Hey... I won't die until the Yellow River..."

"I see what else you'd better evolve into."

"In the end, sooner or later, there will be a blood collapse..."

"How nice it is to be safe and stable..."

"If you have to toss, you have to toss!"

"What's the point of tossing and tossing?"

"How dangerous is this!"

"It's not that you can't see it..."

"What if something happens..."

"You kid, just can't be idle!"

Bai Piaoxu was babbling, and his words could not help but increase. At this moment, his desire to vomit could not help becoming stronger, and he kept yelling from the side as he spoke.

"Shh..."

"do not speak……"

"As much as possible to reduce the sense of presence..."

"Be prepared to evacuate at any time!"

Fang Fan squinted his eyes and glanced outside the military tent. At this moment, the Blood Shura Legion and the Law Heavy Artillery Legion had moved to another military tent not far from here...

Slowly, everything followed.

boom……

Rumbling...

The shelling sounded again!

The Protoss camp, which had been silent for a while, suddenly became lively again.

Even some cultivators of the Protoss race just set up the ruined military tent, and before they could lie down, they were slammed into several pieces...

The howling of ghosts and wolves gradually increased, and the surrounding spit sounds gradually gathered in all directions.

"Damn it! This **** star nuclear gun... why is it here again!" (Protoss language)

"Grass! How do I know it! I am also confused now! Rubbish! It's all rubbish!"

"Throw up, I... just threw up! How will this be done next!"

"Get out... Get out, it's too dangerous here..."

"Run! Now this place has become a place of curse, it has been cursed by the devil..."

"Curse? Is there such a thing?"

"Hehe... I would rather trust it if there is something untrustworthy than nothing..."

"Anyway, it's right to run away now!"

"At the critical moment, the generals don't know where they are going..."

"Hey... God will be incompetent, and the three armies will be exhausted! We don't even have a chance to rest well now."

"The star nuclear gun seems to be launched from there, it seems to be the same place before..."

"Could it be that those enemies stayed there and stayed there all the time?"

"Perhaps...perhaps, this matter, who knows, it's nothing..."

"Rush... rush over, speed up, speed up..."

"My little heart is beating..."

"Step over..."

"This time the culprit must be killed! Otherwise, it will be too annoying. I have been doing things later, and there is no end to it?"

"That's right! Anyway, I can't bear it this time anyway! Brothers! Directly!"

"Follow my instructions and rush over!"

"Speed... speed up..."

...

The bombarded Protoss soldiers started to come out with waves of verbal abuse, and began to yell all-out...

This mood is naturally depressed to the extreme.

The desire to vomit is also gathering in an all-round way, and the mentality is in a **** collapse.

One by one, they began to rush towards the position where the star nuclear gun was launched.

...

In the central military tent, the second-class **** general of the Protoss who just lay down suddenly opened his eyes...

His complexion is extremely sinister!

"Come again!"

"Bastard!"

"die!"

The second-class **** of the Protoss roared Alan, and the central military tent suddenly trembled. Then the keel that was connected inside began to separate on its own, and then gradually shattered into pieces.

At this moment, the picture feels particularly strong.

The cultivators of the Protoss guarding the periphery of the central military tent looked at each other. At this moment, they looked at each other and didn't know what to say. Their eyes kept flickering. At this moment, they shrank their necks, and their eyes looked a little drifting...

God will be angry and they will suffer.

Allen's sharp gaze scanned the surrounding area, and then instantly focused on the spot where the star nuclear shells had been bombarding...

"Still in that place..."

"Those people have never walked..."

"This is a provocation to us!"

"hateful!"

"Where are they hiding?"

"When I searched before, I never found them..."

"Why is this again?"

"Did you miss something at the time?"

"call……"

"Damn it!"

"Damn it all!"

"In any case, go and see..."

"You must control the current situation!"

"This group of **** enemies must be wiped out! Destroyed!"

The second-class **** of the Protoss clenched his fists, while talking, his eyes were murderous.

At this moment, there is a comprehensive decision in my heart!

Later, it will be a ‘kill’!

At the moment of death, complete silence!

What else is there to talk about.

Tens of thousands of cultivators from the Protoss race started moving in the same direction...

...

On the walls of the Seventh-Indian God City...

Even if it was already late at night, the city was still full of people at the moment, everyone gathered here, and none of them went back to sleep at all.

At such a night, there is no desire to sleep at all.

"this……"

"It's bombing again!"

"Protoss... Has it started to show again?"

"The point is that we haven't paid any attention to them until now. What's the point of them being so showy all the time?"

Xue Wanren, the deputy chief of the Guangming Academy, moved his lips and felt his brain hurt inexplicably while talking.

Now I don’t know how to speculate.

Could it be that these Protoss cultivators were crazy first? Or do they like to play with star nuclear guns by themselves? Just for fun?

Then began to self-mutilate, exploding himself to bruises?

Do you have this special hobby?

Puzzled...

"I still stick to my previous ideas."

"This must be the movement made by my apprentice Fang Fan!"

Uncle Tai Jie raised his head and said with a look of excitement.