Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

The battlefield is thrilling...

He really wanted to... really wanted to go back!

"Seventh shot..."

"The eighth shot..."

"ninth……"

"tenth……"

"Foot...Ten cannonballs..."

"Dead...dead, all dead, dead clean!"

The third-class **** of the Protoss Absolute Top Saint Realm Brewer opened his mouth and closed it again.

When they switched to the battle, the warriors of tens of thousands of gods came over in a hurry. He hadn't reached the predetermined location yet, and he hadn't fought the enemy with real swords and guns. It was now like this.

Tens of thousands of gods are elite, losing 90%...

Now there are more than a thousand remnants left...

The sense of despair can't help but swept...

"Master Brewer, we... shall we continue to charge?"

Beside, the protoss soldier looked at the figure of the giant cannon, and couldn't help being a little bit shy. While talking, his lips also followed, his mentality fluttered to the extreme.

As for the others, which are not, naturally, I can't say it.

Numbness invades the whole body.

It's special, it's nothing.

"Continue to charge?"

"Heh...hehe..."

"The order we received is to destroy the cannon, to kill these people in front of us..."

"Even if there is only one soldier left, we have to execute the order!"

"This is the meaning of our existence!"

"No refund! Absolutely no refund!"

"War! Keep fighting! Bloody fight to the end! Bloody fight to the end!"

"It's not too terrible..."

"Although the cannon is powerful, it basically does not have much lethal power on the warriors above the Intermediate Holy Realm..."

"We have survived more than a thousand people, almost one or two hundred people are the existence of the Lord."

"Seize the opportunity..."

"Even if we rely on our two hundred saints, things will definitely be possible!"

"After all, there are not many people on the other side..."

"There are only a hundred people on the other side..."

"rush!"

"Continue to rush..."

"After paying such a heavy price, can you just return it like this? No! This is definitely not good!"

"Our Protoss has damaged too much in this battle..."

"But even if there is more damage, we have to persist...persist! Fight!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roar followed, and the third-class **** of the Protoss Supreme Sovereign Realm took the lead, and the endless arrogance of the whole body followed the rush, thinking to himself, the brilliance in the eyes increased.

Thinking to the extreme, eager heart, excited hand...

"Follow Brewer General! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Come on..."

...

The shouts gradually increased, and the remaining thousand soldiers of the Protoss marched forward bravely, doing their best to attack in an all-round way...

The sound of killings gathered together, giving people a sense of mental crushing.

Feel it for a while, the facial expression changes to the extreme!

There is no room for negotiation in this battle!

This is a death battle!

The casualties have reached the extreme, but I don't know how to be afraid.

Fang Fan stood in front of the Destroyer Giant Cannon, looked at the indomitable protoss soldiers, and silently nodded.

No matter when and where, warriors are worthy of respect.

"But since you want to kill my people and destroy my artillery, then I can only kill you in advance..."

"This is the path you chose yourself..."

"Everyone get ready!"

"bloody battle!"

Fang Fan gave an order, and his tone seemed unquestionable.

"Um?"

"bloody battle?"

"Boy Fang Fan, you... are you really drifting?"

"Opposite...Although the opposite side has been bombed for several rounds, but...but there are at least a thousand people..."

"Those who survived the aftermath of the bombing are all elites of the Protoss, and there are a lot of powerful saints in it..."

"This... Under this circumstance, you get me this kind of moth..."

"Good fellow...you are really drifting..."

"Boy Fang Fan, can't you stop making waves..."

"How dangerous is this, don't you know?"

"The leader of the Protoss army is the Supreme Lord, right? The same level as our master..."

"Among our group, the strongest is your pet keel whale..."

"That's only the Intermediate Saint Venerable Realm..."

"Run...Run..."

"Boy Fang Fan, really, don't worry..."

"It will really happen..."

"Good fellow, I've told you so much, do you hear clearly? Why don't you react at all..."

"My brain is about to split..."

"Boy Fang Fan..."

Bai Piao couldn't help but jumped up and down and began to discourage him.

When is this, still going to wave?

Can't hold it!

"Reassure..."

"It's fine……"

"What are you doing so nervously..."

Fang Fan glanced at Bai Piao, this guy couldn't sit still...

Fang Fan glanced briefly. In fact, the more difficult one among the crowd was the one hundred gods...

As for those ordinary Sanctuary Protoss cultivators, Fang Fan really didn't take it seriously.

To a certain extent, it would be fine to directly suppress it, and there was nothing to be nervous about. Nine out of the ten legions under Fang Fan were eight-star pinnacle sanctuary legions, naturally they were not afraid of this.

The key is how to fight against more than one hundred gods...

"Most of them are officers at the squadron captain level, and there are about a hundred low-level saints who survived in the end..."

"There are twenty or thirty middle-ranked sages..."

"Seven or eight high-ranking saints..."

"The Supreme Venerable... um... one..."

"Ah……"

"It's really harder to rely on the top ten legions right now..."

"But it's different if you choose another way."

Fang Fan's eyes rolled, thinking to himself, the brilliance in his eyes increased.

The fun of this one can't help but increase.

When they flew to a proper distance, Fang Fan's mind moved slightly...

"Golden Armored Puppet..."

"war!"

Fang Fan gave a secret cry, and then a man in a black robe flew over from the sky.

The golden puppets have always appeared in this image.

Generally speaking, Fang Fan rarely summons golden puppets.

Although this is a quasi-semi-divine puppet, it is very powerful, but it consumes a lot of money. One minute after it comes out, it consumes 10,000 high-grade star cores. Who can stand it?

When the golden-armored puppets appeared in black robes, everyone's eyes lit up.

"here we go again……"

"This... isn't this the mysterious powerhouse in the quasi-semi-god realm who appeared before the Guangming Academy?"

"this……"

"Who is this mysterious strong man and who called it out? Why does it appear every time it is critical..."

"It seems to be deliberately helping us..."

"Is this our patron saint?"

Gui Sha frowned, thinking to himself, feeling a little stranger, and a lot of doubts arose in his heart...

Zuo Qiuyao licked his lips and looked at Fang Fan from time to time, but he was not sure...