Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Rugas sighed, his tone softened.

"Are you... agreeing?"

"good, very good, excellent!"

"I knew it! I knew you weren't a fool!"

"We have 30,000 elites in our hands. There are four quasi-half-god powerhouses plus you and me..."

"You should have felt these semi-god realm powerhouses of foreign races and pull their hips again. They are such quasi-demigods. I can single out five of them!"

"Hehehe... the high-end combat power must be able to crush them directly!"

"As for the soldiers and soldiers, can the elites of our Protoss be persuaded?"

"There will only be a **** battle!"

"Go! Keep going!"

"If our will had been unified earlier, why would it have become what it is now?"

"Go straight!"

"Don't panic!"

"I won't talk about the merits of taking down this foreign city. Maybe I can save the lord Alan by forcing them."

"This is a thing that is profitable and harmless!"

"Rugas, our brothers are united, and the benefits are broken!"

Talha stepped forward excitedly, and immediately gave Rugas a bear hug, and while talking, he immediately dispatched the army with excitement.

Rugas opened his mouth, still a wave of struggle flashes on his face.

But in the end, I will hold back...

Hey……

In all respects, we can't wave, indeed we can't wave.

Otherwise, it will be cold.

At this moment, we still have to clarify some things.

"Perhaps after being impulsively disrupted by this guy, can he really break the game?"

"Who said..."

"Just sullen your head, let's do it!"

"I don't know what is going on with Lord Ellen now..."

"Hey……"

"Master Ellen, what a wise commander in chief, how can he turn his head over and over again in this matter..."

"How strong is this hidden enemy..."

Rugas glanced deeply at the location where Allen had disappeared, his eyes changing involuntarily.

...

The total offensive of the Protoss has begun.

Protoss second-class general Alan is absent, Protoss third-class general Talha temporarily took over the command.

Under his impetus, the 30,000 elites of the Protoss began to aggressively attack the Seventh Court God City!

Flags are fluttering, dark clouds are pressing down on the city...

The night... gradually became clear.

Looking around, dawn is coming.

But before dawn is the darkest hour!

...

Above the Seventh Courtyard God City, everyone in the Bright Camp who had been guarding for the whole night suddenly regained their spirits at this moment.

Good guys.

It's in place!

One wave, take off!

This...It feels very unique...

"Quick... look, the Protoss... The Protoss has attacked in a big way!"

The silent night was broken!

Tai Shujie sent out a signal suddenly.

Everyone's eyes swept across.

"this……"

"The whole army is dispatched?"

"It seems... a lot less..."

"I remember when the Protoss army first came over, there were almost forty to fifty thousand people, and now only 30,000 people died..."

"In that case, where are the more than 10,000 protoss soldiers who have disappeared?"

"Do they have any plots and tricks in secret?"

Xue Wanren, the deputy chief of the Guangming Academy, groaned. At this moment, his eyes turned sharply, and his current observation ability was still very good. While speaking, his expression became more and more real.

At this moment, his eyes flickered and his expression changed abruptly to a great extent.

While speaking, swallowing frantically, the whole person looked a little haggard.

Worried and anxious all night, Xue Wanren was under great psychological pressure at the moment.

There are always many things in my mind.

"Didn't they have been bombed by star nuclear artillery several times before?"

"It should be my apprentice Fang Fan who killed them all!"

Tai Uncle Jie shrugged, and said seriously.

From the perspective of Tai Shujie, his apprentice is the strongest!

"Forehead……"

"Uncle Jie, although I also think that Fang Fan, this little guy is very unusual, but if you want to say that more than 10,000 elite protoss soldiers have been destroyed by his power, is this idea a bit too bold..."

Wu Meiling, deputy chief of Guangming Academy, groaned, and then reminded from the side.

"The reason why you still have doubts can only show that you still don't know my apprentice very well."

"Tsk..."

"Some things are unclear, but they are so strong..."

"You will know later..."

"My disciple is good at surprise..."

"It's normal for you to feel shocked..."

"My disciple, I know myself..."

Tai Uncle Jie now looks a little erratic. With such a coaxing apprentice, he naturally wants to show off every minute and every second.

"cut……"

"Nonsense..."

"A hundred people killed more than ten thousand Protoss?"

"Such words can be said, this is really crazy."

Cao Ji, the Supervisor of the City Guard of the God of Light, hid behind Xiahou Xiaotian, the commander of the City Guard, and followed Tucao Dao secretly.

He didn't dare to speak loudly, so he forced him to the side in a low voice. By the way, he also relied on Xiahou Xiaotian as a security fortress.

"That weak semi-god protoss...not here..."

"I felt close before, there should be five demigods in the Protoss army."

"Four of them are quasi demigods, and one weak demigod..."

"Now that the strongest weak demigod has disappeared without a trace..."

"Where did he go?"

"Will there be something mysterious in this...?"

Xia Hou Xiaotian, the commander of the Guangming Shencheng City Guard, observed the details, and at this moment, he has subverted the previous rough image. While talking, his eyes have been flickering around, and all kinds of thinking expressions appear to be clearer.

"The strongest protoss and the weak demigod are not there."

"This is really a problem."

"This is our scouts deployed in the surrounding area and we have never noticed that the Protoss army has been mobilized on a large scale..."

"Their weak demigods and more than 10,000 troops disappeared out of thin air?"

"Damn..."

"What the **** happened!"

"very messy!"

Xue Wanren rubbed his painful head, and his facial expression looked particularly ugly while talking.

At this moment, the more I think about it, the more irritable...

The thinking in this brain was completely revealed.

Very complicated……

Don't know how to talk.

The sense of chaos is being strengthened in an all-round way.

"Forehead……"

"Everyone..."

"Let's... Let's defend the enemy first..."

"Thirty thousand elites from the Protoss have attacked."

"There are four quasi-demigods..."

"this……"

"The old man... the old man resisted with his fate, and he could only resist one of the quasi-demigods..."

Ji Lan, the dean of Tianwu Academy and the city lord of the Seventh Academy of Divine City, gave a wry smile, dragging the remnant body and resolutely said.

When it comes to the final **** battle, even if the serious injury is not healed, you must fight to the end!

After all, he is the lord of the Seven-Institute God City!