The Game of Demon Hunter

Outside the port, three huge battleships were cleaning up all kinds of alien creatures in the sea. Buckets of extremely poisonous solutions were dumped into the sea, dyeing the already filthy sea bright orange.

That pungent smell could be smelled even on the walls of the inner city, and the soldiers and sailors at the port had already put on purification masks in the shape of a crow's mouth in advance.

In less than five minutes, countless corpses were attached to the surface of the sea, layer upon layer, almost covering the sea.

"A world without OPCW (International Organization for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons) is convenient, isn't it?" Yang Yuefan stomped on his arrow and looked in the direction of the port. He had already smoked half of a battle accelerant: "Which news do you want to hear first, good news or bad news?" one?"

"Bad news, I'm used to preparing for the worst first." Xu Yichen took a battle accelerant from Yang Yuefan, snapped his fingers and ignited it: "Besides, how bad can it be?"

"It's true, but there are endless battles and endless enemies. Human beings have never stopped from birth to now, and life is the same." Yang Yuefan smiled silently: "Anyway, We have registered with the Lord of Dawn this time, and when the Far South region is fully opened, it is estimated that God will punish us that day."

"My former teacher told me, don't worry about tomorrow's troubles, especially in our line of work, it's unnecessary." Xu Yichen spit out a particularly full smoke ring, feeling very fulfilled: "What's the good news?"

Yang Yuefan knocked the soot on the edge of the city wall, straightened his collar and looked at the witcher very formally: "From today onwards, the land of Far South belongs to us! We need people, guns and guns, and money and money." , whoever refuses to accept it will continue to beat him until he is convinced!"

As if reflecting Yang Yuefan's words, the Dingyuan in the distance slowly moved its huge body, roaring towards a certain position outside the city, and countless shells were poured over it!

"Scatter! Spread! Spread out, don't get together!" Dale Seaworth yelled, but he still couldn't stop the artillery fire from covering the heads of the Paladin Expeditionary Army.

No way, who made them the biggest militants in the vicinity? Even the Paladin Expeditionary Force could think of using hot air balloons for battlefield reconnaissance, not to mention the monsters in the loess area.

A dozen or so knights in the sky soared around in the air on griffin-like flying mounts, acting as artillery scouts for the artillery on the battleship. They were all professionally trained and could provide precise coordinates.

Dale Seaworth's heart was broken. In the end, there were less than eighty priests who evacuated safely with him, and they were basically all strong and experienced paladins.

The priests were basically wiped out. Only a few high-ranking priests rushed out with the paladins, relying on their stronger physique than ordinary soldiers, and none of the remaining priests who were hired by connections and money ran away.

War is like the uncertainty of evolutionary history, the weak get weaker, and the strong live forever.

As for those captains and sailors who were not even superhumans, the entire army was wiped out. Only the commander of the fleet walked out of Wangxiang City alive under the protection of Dale.

They didn't all die at the hands of the Siris, when the giant Chaos sea monster appeared, they had to execute a large number of mortals who were hallucinating or insane.

Chaos can't be looked at directly, especially the big ones, the bigger the more dangerous, if there is enough time, maybe the priests can save half of the souls, but they don't have time.

The Siris did the rest for them, and in this Dale Seaworth swore that even a hundred years more they would be no match for the soldiers in the red armor.

A total of 800 soldiers were dispatched from the three giant ships. They all wore the same red armor. It is worth mentioning that these armors were all enchanted armors.

The shoulder armor is engraved with a weight-reducing magic circle to ensure that these soldiers will not be drowned in the sea because of wearing metal armor, the breastplate is engraved with a magic circle that increases resistance, and the leg armor can provide short-distance acceleration twice a day , the most important thing is the helmet, their helmets provide simple psychic protection.

This attitude of a big dog has blinded the eyes of many people, but in the eyes of those who are interested, these armors with exactly the same shape, even the enchantment, represent more.

"I'm afraid our previous conclusion was correct. The Sires have mastered better technology than us, and we have completely failed in manufacturing." The consciousness of the Witch Kings collided in the sanctuary of the New World, exchanging ideas with each other: " Although these enchanting techniques are still very poor, this is obviously a mass-produced model."

"Maybe we should consider cooperating with the Serisians. Since we want to cooperate, why not find the best?" Another voice said, "I don't see any commendable qualities in those who call themselves American emperors."

"They are easier to control, and these Siris are too dangerous for us." A witch king with a golden mask vibrated the air, causing voices to appear from all directions: "We know nothing about their world, no It's worth the risk."

"They also don't know anything about our world, but they still come, shouldn't we also go and have a look?" The first witch king said: "A simple soul projection technology is not enough for us. Not difficult, they can't really hurt us in that world, just like we can't really hurt them in this world."

"I agree, I prefer peaceful contact. We have enough enemies. Finding a world where we can communicate peacefully is definitely a miracle in probability." Another Witch King spoke, and soon more voices were drawn.

"No, they have established a firm foothold in our world. I think they should be cleared first, and then we can talk about cooperation, otherwise we will be in a weak position."

"I agree. The victory or defeat in the mortal world should not affect our judgment. You are too extreme and too young. Don't bring your personal position into the Witch King's communication."

 …

On one side, the Witch Kings are arguing with each other, and on the other side, the local reinforcements have taken over the cleaning work of Wangxiangcheng.

At the same time, Yang Yuefan also took over the command from the commander of the landing force, and generously gave all the players a holiday.

Xu Yichen gave the half-elf's transaction list directly to Yang Yuefan. At this time, Yang Yuefan was discussing the details of the transaction with Radia in the secret room.

He couldn't understand 99% of the technologies and knowledge that could be transferred on the list, and he couldn't determine the value of them, but he knew that the price of the Ainair family was definitely lower.

What kind of 'high price' can a civilization that can sell "On the Calculation and Construction of Void Ship Basic Magic Nodes" for 300 tons of pure metal be able to offer?

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