Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

After using the Saint-level Blood Sea Card, a sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. In the sea of ​​blood, the cultivators of the Protoss were suddenly stunned on the spot.

"Why are our bodies suddenly soft..." (Protoss language)

"Damn... My combat power, Azi, is rapidly decreasing..."

"It's the same with me, how can I be like this..."

"Damn... **** it!"

"What kind of magic is this..."

"I'm obviously in the Saint Realm Realm, now...how come I have fallen into the Sanctuary Realm power..."

"This... the previous one is very different!"

"Change... changed, really changed, not like this..."

"Huh... these people are too weird, and now they don't understand it more and more..."

"Kill! Kill them!"

"Everyone shot together, don't go for it anymore!"

"charge!"

The shouting gradually increased, and these protoss soldiers looked at each other, and at this moment had already given up any idea of ​​escape.

If you want to escape, you have already escaped before. At this time, you can only grit your teeth and continue rushing forward...

At the moment when the mentality bursts, nothing can be said clearly...

"The high-ranking sages, the top sages, and some intermediate sacred-level cultivators of the Protoss have been intercepted by the golden armored puppets..."

"He helped us solve the biggest problem..."

"At the moment, there are only a dozen middle-ranked sages and hundreds of low-ranked sages left..."

"In the sea of ​​blood, their cultivation bases have all been lowered by one level, and they have each become a low-level saintly-level combat power and an eight-star peak sanctuary-level combat power..."

"Eight-Star Peak Sanctuary Realm... Then it's not a concern..."

"As for a dozen or so low-ranking sages, haha... it's not impossible to deal with..."

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, thought to himself in his heart, and then began to deploy calmly.

"Dragon Bone Whale..."

"charge!"

"The God of Artillery Corps! All the Artillery of the God of Death follow the order! Give up the artillery battle temporarily and draw out your saber and star-core pistol from your waist! Battle at close range!"!

"Your goal is to fight against those Protoss cultivators with low-level Saint Venerable realm combat power!"

"The rest of the major legions, based on the legions, will radiate and punish the surrounding areas!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Army attack!"

Fang Fan’s voice resounded throughout the surrounding area, and for this place, a brand new battle has already begun!

As for how the next situation will develop, it depends on the overall change of the situation!

However, judging from the current situation, it is basically a direct horizontal push...

The scene looks particularly surging and exciting!

The killing has never stopped!

In a sea of ​​blood, the cultivators of the Protoss who had been reduced in combat power sadly discovered that they were being fully attacked...

I want to resist, but I can't find a chance...

As a result, it has been completely suppressed...

Suppression came and suppressed, and the whole person began to be totally depressed...

Mentality, collapsed!

Everything is completely split...

This... also play a hammer!

Can't play...

Just... nothing...

On the ground, a piece of floating corpse...

Collapsed...

It's all collapsed...

Death is the only theme at the moment.

The third-class **** of the Protoss Absolute Sovereign Realm held Brewer's chest and stood trembling to the side, with the long sword in his hand against the ground, so that his body could barely be supported.

At this moment, the lips are whistling, and there are large swaths of hot blood flowing on the chest, and the whole person looks muddled. I don't know the so-called...

"Ah……"

"Ha ha ha..."

"No...all gone..."

"Hey……"

"Since the beginning, this result should have been thought of..."

"It's in this heart, I'm still a little unwilling..."

"But what can I do even if I'm not reconciled? Everything will come to an end."

"It's over... It's nothing..."

"From the very beginning, I came here arrogantly, and now it looks like humble and nowhere to appeal..."

"Hey...It's really ironic..."

"But what can I do?"

"Since I have chosen, I can only go to the end with gritted teeth!"

"War! War! War!"

The third-class **** of the Protoss Absolute Top Sovereign Realm yelled Brewer a few times before launching a desperate charge...

With a yoke, he knows that there are thorn bushes in front of him, and he knows that there are all dangers in front of him, but he can no longer care about that much.

This time, it gradually became numb.

As for the others, they don’t have any. I don’t care anymore, and they don’t make any sense...

The blood drenched this area, and the breath of death suppressed the breath.

Invisibly, it makes the body and mind tremble...

In the words, there was a hint of coldness and silence.

Click...

boom……

The golden-armored puppet held a sharp blade and directly cut through Brewer's left shoulder, and the sound of bone fragmentation sounded, which was particularly crisp.

After a little bit of feeling, the body and mind couldn't help trembling.

The rest of the words followed directly silently...

Everything, nirvana is nothing on the spot...

"God Brewer is about to die!" (Protoss language)

"He...Sooner or later there will be such a moment, what is there to call?"

"Call? If you don't call, it will be too late. It will be our turn in a moment!"

"I don't know the meaning of launching this war. Up to now, I have only seen death. It is meaningless, meaningless..."

"Heh... it's all the same, one thought, in fact, the city of our Protoss is still so far away from this foreign race, so what? Why bother?"

"Hey... the high-ranking people all say these people are demons, let us follow the will of the true **** to punish them."

"True God? Heh! Thanks to what they said, everything can be related to the true God. How long have we been disconnected from the true God, don't they have any points in their hearts?"

"Hey...that's what I think, what can I do?"

"Anyway...just sand sculpture, I can see it thoroughly..."

"Heh... Waiting until the moment of death..."

"Die..."

...

The discussion is getting smaller and smaller.

Because there were fewer and fewer people left, they were basically killed.

When the troops were divided from under the Seventh Court God City, the Protoss still had an army of 10,000.

After being bombarded by Fang Fan with ten consecutive shots of the Destroying Giant Cannon, he killed 80 to 90%. In the end, more than a thousand elites of the gods rushed over...

Under the confrontation between the quasi-semi-god golden armored puppets and a group of legionnaires, they are gradually wiped out at this moment...

The few scattered, also tend to perish...

"Oh shit……"

"All storage rings..."

"Moreover, there are so many storage rings of the Holy Venerable Realm Protoss..."

"Hey! This kind of elite storage ring will basically be out of pieces of the **** stone!"

"Sent! Really developed!"

"Boy Fang Fan, we still have to participate in more battles like this in the future..."

"The thief is interesting!"

"I'll be a logistics officer for your kid!"

"Hehehe...yes, comfortable..."