This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The commanding style is difficult to imitate.

Many famous generals will have a special paranoia about their own command style, especially after they have a battle of fame, the subsequent battles are just imitations of the battle of fame.

They will only continue to improve their combat methods, but the overall thinking is the same and it is difficult to change.

If you pull out the historical record of a famous general, you will find that their overall thinking is basically the same before and after, and there are very few who can jump out of the framework of their own famous battle.

At this time, Arturia felt that what she was facing was a mirror.

The other party reproduced herself perfectly, making her feel like she was fighting against another self.

It was a weird feeling, a little novel, but not very comfortable.

After deploying defenses in advance and repelling the beheading operation against the command headquarters launched from the ground, Artoria stopped.

On the other side of the trench, the walking corpses also stopped.

Through these walking corpses, Arturia could feel a cold gaze looking at herself through these walking corpses.

"Who are you?" Arturia asked.

"Arthur." A walking corpse said hoarsely.

"Arthur... so it was you, I remembered."

Artoria still has a lot of questions to ask, such as why you became the commander of the walking dead, and why your style is so close to mine.

But Luo Lin, who was holding a sledgehammer, rushed over and shouted to Artoria: "Retreat, the troops have already crossed the boat!"

"Understood. Let's go."

The last rebels have crossed the stone ship, and the last group of rebels are the players, so it doesn't matter if they die.

Under the tenacious resistance of this group of players, the walking corpses were finally contained here, completely unable to pass through.

Looking at the rebels resting on the other side of the river, Artoria knew it wasn't over yet.

"If it was me, an ambush should be arranged here. Our side is now the most exhausted, and it is most suitable to attack. If it was Arthur, it should be arranged like this."

As if to confirm her thoughts, an inexplicable rain began to fall on this side of the river bank.

The scarlet rain had a strong stench, and the falling raindrops did not penetrate into the ground, but directly condensed on the ground, turning into expressionless walking corpses.

Compared with ordinary walking corpses, these walking corpses born from the rain look very thin, and their thin bodies seem to have no lethality at all.

But Artoria understands that they are the trump cards of the walking dead.

Looking at these walking corpses, Luo Lin, who was covered in scars, said with emotion: "It's actually a scarlet rotting corpse, why did the false devil even get this thing?"

"very dangerous?"

"The gods generally have their own paladins. They are all fanatics of the gods and have incomparable loyalty to the gods. The scarlet rotting corpses are the paladins of the death demon god, and there are only 20,000 of them for thousands of years. Wherever they walked, Life withered, water turned into poison, and land rotted. Each of them is the spokesperson of the Death Demon God. Each has terrible combat power."

"And what about those guys?"

The nearby plains began to shake, and the white keel skeletons got up from the ground, shaking off the mud from their bodies, and the red soul fire burned in their bodies, and they walked towards the rebels with weapons in their hands.

Facing this boundless sea of ​​white skeletons, even the most steadfast warrior showed a look of despair.

At this time, two hundred scarlet rotting corpses had gathered, and then slowly walked towards the rebels.

Where they walked, the green grass withered instantly, the land decayed, and everything inevitably died.

As they walked in slowly, the rebels who were a thousand meters away from them fell like fallen leaves in winter.

Stop breathing completely.

They are death.

Just when they were about to completely harvest the rebels, a loud horn sounded.

On the nearby mountain peaks, red military chess pieces fluttered in the wind. An Jieer was wearing heavy armor and riding a horse transformed into a black dragon standing in the sun, looking down at the scarlet carrion below.

"Sorry we're late."

"It's not too late, it's just right." Artoria said with a smile

Smiling back at Artoria, Angel stretched out her hand and shouted: "Golding!"

Accompanied by a sharp piercing sound, an epee flew from afar and landed directly in An Jie'er's hand.

"All knights, activate psionic power!"

Youlan's psionic energy instantly spread among the troops behind her and connected with each other.

"Priest of the Nameless God, please pray. King Luo Lin, please pray together!"

The white holy light instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, and the divine power of the nameless god arrived here, lent the power of the god to the soldiers here.

In mid-air, there were gods who wanted to block the divine power of the nameless god, but what responded to them was a ruthless sword light.

In the air, Lu Fan's avatar perfectly abided by the iron rules, and all the gods who wanted to end in person were mercilessly beheaded.

An Jie'er looked up at the demon king's avatar in the sky, with a refreshing smile on her face.

Turning her gaze away, she held up Golding in her hand and shouted loudly: "The Knights of the Devil King, charge with me!"

An Jie'er, who rushed out first, was like a sharp blade, rushing directly to the sea of ​​skeletons in front of her, directly to the scarlet rotting corpse.

Behind her, thousands of knights joined each other, and the psionic energy turned into a community at this moment, turning into a roaring huge wave, rushing towards the skeleton in front.

"Let's go, warriors!"

Under the radiance of the holy light, Luo Lin felt that his wounds began to itch. It was obvious that the wounds on the bones began to heal at this time, and his tired body instantly gained infinite strength.

Holding up the heavy hammer in his hand, he inspired all the soldiers to launch the final charge towards the sea of ​​skeletons ahead.

This is a battle of life and death.

It is a battleground between the living and the dead.

Treasure Hunter Gold is also among them.

He had seen such a scene many times when he was in the Kingdom of Dreams. Although the memory was not very clear each time, it was enough for him to deal with possible situations.

Every time, he will be afraid, excited, and afraid, but he has learned how not to escape.

Holding the arquebus produced in the city of hot springs, he knew that the weapon in his hand had a very short range and was not very accurate, so he had to shoot within a certain distance to be effective.

Aiming at the approaching skeletons in front of him, he suddenly had a heart move, turned his head, and saw Luna among them.

Smiling slightly, he turned his head and put his trembling index finger on the trigger.

After the skeleton sea reached a certain distance, he shot directly, and then threw away his heartless sword.

Amidst the flying artillery fire, he directly drew out his long sword, completely demonized himself, and then rushed forward first.

Come on, let's fight!

For my goddess!