How Am I Still Alive?

The hard battle on the second day that Lu Pingan expected did not come.

To be precise, it was already afternoon on the second day, and the opponent's high-level combat forces did not even go out.

Only the front line continued to fight, which gave Lu Pingan time to see the situation on the front line.

"Well, it's quite miserable."

I didn't have any feelings, but I saw too many deaths.

The war machines and middle and high-level forces on both sides could die in one attack, and those hiding in trenches and tunnels could be directly covered.

The cat took a look and hid back in the courtyard.

Her senses were too sharp, and the wailing of countless souls made her a little unbearable.

Too many resentful souls were generated at the same time, making too many dead voices wail and scream in her ears.

They told their misfortunes and sorrows to the "Spiritual Saint", and the last regrets echoed throughout the world, as if countless ghost faces were screaming at the same time.

"Meow! What the hell!"

This scene was obviously too unfriendly to the spiritual physique.

But the cat ran out again after more than ten minutes.

"You have to get used to it, meow. Tsk, it's really a terrible fight."

It's not that the cat has never experienced war, but she and Lu Ping'an are indeed experiencing such a tragic and "resultless" war for the first time.

Everyone can see that the fight between the two sides is fruitless, but no one dares to retreat. Whether it is the spiked poison whip of the Naga warlord or the spearman warlord team, they are quick and ruthless.

This is a war of all living beings, not just the lower ones. The upper ones are also restraining each other.

In yesterday's war, Lu Ping'an remained calm. Although he was under great pressure, he was still in a "conventional combat state", and the high-level combat power of the opponent was probably the same.

Use your ability to kill ordinary warriors and push the line? Unless you are really strong enough to be restrained, otherwise those consumptions, especially the "extraordinary loss of control" of professionals, may become the reason for your death when you encounter an equal strong.

Before the fight starts, your overload is more than half, which is equivalent to inviting the opponent to try to kill you.

"Don't use mass destruction to kill ordinary soldiers, don't push yourself to the limit, and always keep more than 50% of the margin."

Lu has almost figured out the rules of this game. He thought about it and realized that his delayed payment can actually bypass this rule to a certain extent.

He can get 70% overload, and when it seems that he can't fight anymore, he can give his "pollution overload" a delayed payment. If he didn't have this set, he wouldn't be able to outlast Barn.

"Forget it."

The hand he released was finally retracted. Looking at the vast sky and the alien world in front of him, Lu Pingan gave up.

He can use the first kill to seduce and kill one or two "kings". What's the point?

The power of the eight claws, the world after the alien world, can easily send two more, and Lu Pingan will also be guarded and given special attention because of the leaked information.

Perhaps, using this ability to protect oneself when necessary is more realistic and rational.

"It's really despairing"

Even though he is already above the rule level, even though he is already a nuclear warhead in front of the world, feeling the death of all life around him, Lu Ping'an still feels powerless.

It's not that he is weak, he can already be called a top combat force.

But facing this endless torrent, the fate of the whole world, he seems to be unable to change anything.

Is it meaningful to save the soldiers in front of him? There will still be people who will fill the line, just a group of unlucky people.

Is it meaningful to kill one or two rule levels? Maybe a few more mortal enemies are the only gain.

Go all in, kill the eighth level on the opposite side, directly push down this line of defense, and win the victory in the local battlefield. This should make sense, right? In fact, there is a high probability that it is still meaningless. Next month, the opponent will send new powerful warriors and push the front line back.

"It's really annoying"

At this moment, Lu Ping'an subconsciously looked up at the sky.

He seemed to see that in another distant universe, the firebird was slowly spreading its wings, and countless worlds, tribes, gods, and mortals were under its wings.

Perhaps, only such existence can be a god or a demon with one mind, good or evil, can act recklessly, and can truly protect its own people.

"Power?"

At this moment, the hand that was stretched out only grasped the void, and Lu Pingan yearned for power from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

". But not this kind."

On the battle line not far away, the young "octopus" appeared again, constantly tearing the defense line and killing mortals.

The giant monster, the irresistible war machine, seemed to be invincible violence. But what Lu Pingan longed for was not such power, such reckless and destructive power.

"Slightly, do some work"

Since the tacit understanding was broken, since it was felt that violence could solve everything, then it was natural to die because of violence.

——

". That monster."

Time went back a little, when Lu Pingan was tired of being corroded by the venom all over his body, his opponent was also very sad.

In the abyss of the deep sea, the huge three-headed dragon lay on the coral reef, and countless fishmen, nagas, and snakemen served it.

It looked like it had just returned from hell, with wounds of varying sizes all over its body.

The burning flames were still burning quietly in the water. The wounds torn by the slashes could not be healed. The huge penetration wounds came from a heavy artillery, and the most painful was actually pure physical boxing. Even the three-headed dragon "Fuyuan Dragon" Buda still couldn't understand why that small body had almost infinite strength, and why the recklessness brought by the soaring flames could penetrate the scales that should protect everything.

"It's very troublesome, too many abilities, and the foundation is very solid, not like the young man in the information"

"It's very dangerous. He has several weapons that can cause fatal injuries to us."

"Fortunately, he still has a bottom line."

The three heads were communicating with each other. Obviously, there were horrible wounds all over their bodies, but they seemed to have no feeling at all.

This was the result of it having completed several rounds of regeneration. The wounds left now were not easily dealt with by ordinary treatment methods.

It was very troublesome and dangerous, but not so difficult to deal with. When the three-headed dragon confirmed the situation of the other party's replacement, it was relieved.

This year, it is probably more than 300 years that it has served the Octopus Clan.

Endless wars and deaths consumed its energy and made it indifferent to victory and death. Even if it pushed the other side's front line flat, it would only face a more difficult opponent.

"Those eyes."

"Precognition? Perspective?"

"It seems that we are completely seen through. I suspect he is watching us now."

The three dragons communicated with each other, and they also realized, half-perceived and half-guessed, that Lu Ping'an was in the most dangerous place.

After a whole day of hard fighting, Lu Ping'an never put himself in a desperate situation. Every attack was his most vulnerable place. This was obviously not normal. He seemed to have a pair of eyes with predictive ability.

High perception, high recovery, strong melee, and the most outrageous thing was that he was a life system. At this moment, "Fuyuan Dragon" Buda also had the urge to change defense.

Originally, I heard that an eighth-level person was replaced and a seventh-level newcomer came. I thought it would be easier for me, but it turned out to be more dangerous.

"Let's wait for now."

"Let's see the other side's attitude and wait for two days."

"We will also change our defense next month, so there is no need to fight to the death."

The three-headed dragon lay down, and its wounds healed three times slower.

However, it wanted to lie down, but someone didn't want to

"Master! The Red Star King rushed out! She rushed out alone!"

"That stupid brainless mollusk!"