Players Please Respect Yourself

When Ah Guang arrived, he saw a skull that was still opening and closing its jaw flying towards him, and felt the strong evil aura above it, so he raised the war hammer high without hesitation, and smashed it down with one blow. .

"For the goodness of the worlds!"

"Crack!"

Chicken and egg fight!

Ah no, it's a big hammer 'grinding' bone meal.

If the sledge hammer is 80 and the small hammer is 40, Ah Guang can hit the person who gave the money to go bankrupt.

A snake can't do without a head. When the last Four Heavenly Kings fell, Beidao's offensive fell apart.

On the battlefield with a width of nearly ten kilometers, there are players chasing the undead army everywhere.

After the wolves and tigers of the US server catch up to the bones, they will be pounded. When they encounter the upper "tomb" nation, they are no less ferocious than the national server players.

Zhen Tamar excavated cultural relics and handed them over to the country?

Sorry, this is not popular in Laomei.

In order to chase and kill them, they quickly reincarnated, abandoning the clumsy tortoises, and all turned into agile snow leopards.

The phrase "chasing death and chasing north" is extremely appropriate at this time.

Seeing that the overall situation has been settled, Yaohou decisively ordered to the general from the Scorpion Dynasty: "Ahmed, I leave this place to you."

"Me?" The former Scorpion Prince was a little dazed: "Please forgive me, according to the information sent, Abyss City should have the absolute upper hand. Your Excellency, wouldn't it be better to take the opportunity to advance now?"

"Yes! So I leave it to you. You can use the troops directly under Atlantis, and it doesn't matter if they are all dead." The Demon Queen didn't even look back, and took Ai to the ghost crab's bunker, drifting far away. Let me say: "For me, the safety of Master Momoa is paramount."

Ahmed bowed deeply.

He sort of got it. Merit or something, for the two commanders Kerry and Ashe, all military achievements are inferior to Jason, who is the core of the Abyssal Legion.

Is this a decision mixed with personal factors?

Or is it the foresight of the enemy's backhand?

Since he joined for a short time, he didn't dare to have the slightest guess. He raised his hand and said to the quasi-heroes around him: "You all heard it. The human and orc auxiliary soldiers dispersed on the spot to clean up the battlefield. But I need to keep A 300-strong shield crab troop serves as the core force in case the enemy counterattacks. Since Your Excellency Keli is not free, let us lay down the Northeast Road for her as a congratulatory gift."

"Oh oh oh oh!" The reincarnated undead heroes, now reborn, raised their weapons high. After shouting with high morale, they dispersed to perform their duties.

At the same time, Glaaki here was yelling and cursing.

【#!%^】

But so what?

It sinks in and cannot be pulled out even if it is withdrawn.

For some reason, from the very beginning, the eyes of the fish, shrimp and crabs besieging it were wrong.

Full of [gluttony] breath!

Those red crab people have unimaginable agility and speed, and seem to be completely unaffected by the dry weather on land.

Rather than saying that they are the legendary Atlantean warriors from the underwater world, it is better to say that they seem to have lived on land all their lives.

All kinds of flickering and moving are relaxed and comfortable, full of chic charm.

But what they said was quite different.

[The name is so hard to come by]: "Gata Notoya, Lan*tigos, Basatan... Graaki, you are the fourth one!"

[Yu Ling Ling Ling]: "It doesn't matter if it's not tasty! Stir-fry it! Some soy sauce! Some chili! So it doesn't matter what it tastes like."

【Sanshui Qingxia】: "After chopping those spikes, chop them up and fry them as bamboo shoots?"

[mr Huanchen]: "No! I think that after adding holy water, its body can be used as a cold dish like jelly."

As a master of the restraint system who is very sensitive to mental power, Glaaki is very sure that the sick crab people in front of him are definitely discussing how to... eat it!

Graki's grand and tyrannical will descended from the sky, full of meanings of destruction and evil. For a normal guy, under this strong spiritual pollution, he probably couldn't even speak. He could only hold his head and desperately desperately Picking your own temples or something.

However, these guys didn't care much.

Whether it's whispers or strong oily mental pollution, it has some impact on them. It can be felt that after these guys are mentally corrupted, they talk less.

The effect feels small!

The only thing that remains the same is the red-hot eyes

eat! eat! eat! eat!

[What kind of lunatics are raised by the abyssalists! ? 】

Glaaki is angry! The spikes on his body stood up suddenly, turning into torrential rain, splashing in all directions.

Normally, the spikes are pierced into the victim's body and a special fluid is injected so that the victim becomes an immortal slave for him to command.

It finds itself terribly wrong.

The opponent's tyrannical individual can block its spikes with clangs, or dodge flexibly.

Even if the dodge is not enough, there is still a lot of probability to block it with the equipment on the body.

So what if he was actually stabbed?

The venom injected into the spikes is indeed not something crab people can resist, but the body made of [biomass] will melt in just a few breaths, turning into a ball of mud and a carapace that decomposes at a high speed.

But more crab people continued to rush up without fear of death.

Seeing that he couldn't expand his servants, Glaaki had to use his spines to split into clones to counter the rushing crimson monsters.

These human-like clones have impressive force. They can fight many coconut crabs on par with just their fists and feet.

Unexpectedly, the side of Abyss City took out some strange weapons, and with the monotonous explosion, Graki's clones were killed in large numbers.

It was a very thick iron pipe, installed on a frame made of two wheels, and the black nozzle spewed out tongues of fire periodically.

Sadly, these demonic prawns don't hesitate to blast their cannonballs into the crabmen battling Kraki's servants. Whenever a cannonball blasts their own people into the sky, they will be torn apart, and they will even make cheerful laughter.

[What neutral camp! This is clearly chaos evil! ] Glaaki growled indignantly.

Just now a mortar shot blasted [Junchen Tianya] into the sky [Heaven's Chosen Son and his father] complained: "Whenever I get a Maxim machine gun, it will be cool. I keep firing, and I get tired of firing too much."

The [Youth of the Sky] next to him smiled and twisted his mouth: "Praise Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, six large clean pipes, 3,600 turns per breath, great compassion and great compassion to save all living beings?"

"Yes! Exactly!"

"By the way, don't you think that the three bosses of the restraint system are delivering food now?"