I Have a City in a Different World

Under Tang Zhen's control, the task force encountered was defeated without a single soldier.

In this battle, a total of 15 Tropo battleships were destroyed, 35 captured battleships, and tens of thousands of transformed battleships controlled by artificial intelligence.

The Trobo people can be described as cocooning themselves. Tang Zhen absorbed the soul memory of the Trobo people, and naturally knew all the secrets of the battleship.

With its own ability to invade the enemy ship, just control the main battleship, which is equivalent to controlling all the slave battleships controlled by artificial intelligence.

In fact, in this case, it seems that there is no need to destroy the fifteen warships including the command ship, and they can be used to be incorporated into the camp of the war tower.

But Tang Zhen still did it, because he insisted that blood must be seen in the war, and destroying these main battleships of Trobo also showed his determination.

Even if he has an absolute advantage, even if the Trobo people do not have the strength to fight back, he will not be soft-hearted.

There are too many Tropo people, and their technological strength is not weak. If there is a comeback, Bao Buqi will take revenge on the world of Loucheng.

What's more, the Trobo people once destroyed a war zone, which is definitely a shame for the monks in Loucheng.

Now that he finally found an opportunity for revenge, even if Tang Zhen wanted to let them go, other Loucheng cultivators could not let them go.

Tang Zhen dared to bet that if he stopped at this time, on the theater platform of Loucheng World, the task for the Trobo people would be released immediately.

Sharing the same hatred, no cornerstone platform will stand idly by in the face of this kind of thing.

If he does, it is estimated that after he returns to Loucheng World, he will go to other war zones, and the cornerstone platforms to which each war zone belongs will not give him a good face.

After the fifteen main battleships of the Trobo people were destroyed, in the building city behind Tang Zhen, groups of building city monks swarmed out and went straight to the paralyzed battleships.

The battleship can't move, but there are still enemies inside, which need to be cleaned up.

Naturally it was another fight later, but for Tang Zhen, none of these matters had anything to do with him.

The soul memory of the Trobo people still needs to be sorted out, and his injuries have not yet healed. Before arriving at the star, the capital of the Trobo people, Tang Zhen is still busy.

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In heavily fortified military bases,

A Trobo military transport ship slowly landed.

The hatch of the transport ship opened, and a group of heavily armed Tropo soldiers ran out, guarding near the exit.

"You are all down for me, speed up!"

With a roar, a group of people slowly walked out of the transport ship. They had different shapes and were all wearing electromagnetic shackles.

This kind of sinister thing can not only imprison the action, but once it is forcibly cracked, or the power is turned off, it will immediately detonate, killing the imprisoned person directly.

This is a group of prisoners who were brought here decades ago by the Trobo people, finally freed, and are now recaptured.

Although they were all the same, the mood at this time was completely different.

When they were defeated and captured, they were treated as badly as pigs and dogs. I don't know how many people died on this land.

At that time, their mood was extremely sad, they didn't know where their hope was, and they lived like walking dead.

Now arrested again, they are no longer afraid, because this time it should be the Trobe people who are afraid.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the Troopers were cowardly, and only then would they arrest the devastated cultivators and prepare to use them as bargaining chips.

Therefore, even in the face of the muzzle of the Trobo people, these distressed monks still held their heads high, with contemptuous smiles on their faces.

But this kind of smile fell in the eyes of the Trobo people, but it was the biggest irony, which made them feel embarrassed and angry.

"Damn low race, can't you walk?"

The first roar sounded again, and then saw a Trobe man with a steel whip, raising his hand and slamming a cultivator in distress.

This kind of steel whip is extremely flexible, and it is a bloody wound when it is drawn on the body.

The stricken monk who was beaten did not change his face, he just sneered at the Trobo man, and cursed at the same time, "Bitch!".

Seeing this, the other monks in distress quickly surrounded them to help their companions, but the electromagnetic shackles exploded with a strong electric current, knocking them down to the ground.

As for the distressed monk behind, he was stopped by the Trobo soldiers, unable to come forward at all, and could only keep cursing and roaring.

"Be honest with me, or I will kill you guys!"

Looking at the distressed cultivator who fell to the ground, the Trobo people holding the steel whip grinned and beat their bodies.

After the Soul Land was destroyed, many Tropo people fell into a state of collapse and madness, and this Tropo man in front of him was one of them.

At this time, he was venting his anger on the stricken monk, and the harder he pumped, the more happy he felt, and at the same time he kept cursing: "You damn bastards, you should kill all of you, so as not to pollute the Tropo people. air."

Seeing this, the other Tropo soldiers just watched from the sidelines, but there was no one to stop them.

But no matter how the Trobe man beat him, the fallen monk in distress just sneered and laughed loudly at the same time, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

After seeing this scene, the Trobo man became furious and pulled out a pistol from his waist.

He grabbed the collar of a devastated cultivator, pressed the muzzle of the gun against the opponent's forehead, and roared angrily: "Come on, kowtow to me and admit your mistake, or I'll shoot you in the head!"

The blood-covered monk in distress smiled "hehe", stared into the eyes of the Tropo people, and said in a mocking voice, "I feel guilty and timid, knowing that the Allied Forces of Loucheng are coming, you are all scared, right?

Hahaha, you Trobo people also have today, this is called retribution!

To tell you the truth, Lao Tzu has already lived enough, so why did you kill me! "

Hearing the taunting of the monk in distress, the Trobe man roared, raised his pistol and smashed it on the forehead of the monk in distress, and the blood flowed in an instant.

The fallen cultivator still sneered in a pool of blood, the killing intent in his eyes made the people of Tropo, who had been furious, feel cold all over.

When he turned to look at the other monks in distress, he found that their expressions were the same, as if he was like a clown, struggling to the death before the end.

"You...you lowly races..."

The Trobe man holding the steel whip trembled, and for some reason, uncontrollable fear rose in his heart.

He wanted to roar impatiently, in order to vent the steady stream of oppressive feelings that were about to drive him crazy.

"You wait, I will kill you all sooner or later, no matter what the price is, I will kill you all!"

After a few breaths of silence, the Trobo man suddenly smiled gloomily, with an indescribable madness in his eyes.

"Really, I'm afraid you can't wait for that day!"

The sudden sound made everyone stunned, and those Tropo soldiers were even more like a formidable enemy, raising their guns to look around.

"Crack!"

A series of voices sounded, and the electromagnetic shackles that imprisoned the difficult monks all automatically fell off for some reason.

At the same time, blood-stained war knives and long swords appeared out of thin air in front of these stricken monks, and the edge of the blade flickered with cold light.

"What are you doing, forgetting your identities? Why don't you quickly pick up your weapons and chop these bastards out for me!"

After hearing these words, the distressed monks roared at the same time, reached out and grabbed the weapon in front of them, and slashed at the nearby Trobe people.

The Tropo soldiers were caught off guard and fell to the ground in pieces, blood flying everywhere.

The monk in distress, who had been pointed at his head by a gun, jumped up abruptly, picked up the sword in front of him, and threw the Trobe man holding a steel whip to the ground.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Previously, they were extremely arrogant, thinking in their hearts how to kill these troubled cultivators. At this moment, their bodies were trembling non-stop, their faces were full of horror, and they kept begging for mercy.

"Hey, are you afraid, it's too late!"

As soon as Cultivator Luo Nan finished speaking, he pulled the sword in his hand fiercely, and the head that was still opening his mouth rolled to the side.

"Bah, trash!"

The monk in distress stood up with his sword in hand, and saw that the surrounding area had become an Asura field, and there were corpses of Tropo people everywhere.

Just above his head, nearly a hundred Loucheng monks wearing black armor and exuding a terrifying aura were killing those collapsed Trobo people everywhere.

There is also a figure standing with his hands behind his back, his body covered in white bone armor, and his body is full of murderous aura.

"Bone King, His Excellency the White Bone King, brothers, monks from the wild war zone have come to rescue us!"

These Loucheng monks from the wild war zone quickly recognized the origin of this figure, and they were so excited that they immediately shouted in unison.

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