On the battlefield, the crazy fighting with no fear of death seemed to make the whole world mourn. The dark sky became darker and darker, blood flowed thousands of miles, the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and there was a depressing atmosphere everywhere.

After cleaning up the army of servants who were covering the retreat of the Wizard Legion, especially those who were at the third level of life, hundreds of millions of infected cannon fodder rushed from the north to replenish the death squads that had been lost again.

Continuously.

These low-level cannon fodder are almost inexhaustible for Skynet. Hundreds of millions are given away without blinking an eye. If it is really not enough, the human cities that have been reduced to ruins will be demolished.

A large amount of this cannon fodder can be produced in minutes.

Driven by Skynet, these infected armies that had gone crazy were rushing towards the wizard's stronghold. The whole thing looked like a strange sea of ​​black flesh and blood.

The Skynet Legion, which suffered equally heavy losses, was flying in mid-air, with crimson fanatical killing intent flashing in its eyes, hiding behind the cannon fodder army. Naturally, it was left to those humble ants to attract firepower. How could the output father do this?

Come forward first!

After running for a while, you could see from a distance a terrifying fortress that spread thousands of miles and had copper-like iron walls. Countless wizard towers stood in layers from the inside to the outside. A wizard fortress was parked quietly above the stronghold.

Higher up in the sky is the arc-moon-shaped fortress that blocks out the sky and the sun. Farther away, the shadows of several other wizard fortresses can be faintly seen from several other directions.

Before the cannon fodder army approached the wizard's stronghold, the dark sky was suddenly illuminated, and witchcraft attacks flew out from the wizard towers. It was overwhelming and perfectly restored the Skynet Legion's shooting range.

This is the true approach.

The ground in front of the stronghold was plowed over and over again, the sky collapsed, and millions of cannon fodder evaporated again and again at once. The infected army simply used corpses to pave a road gradually approaching the stronghold.

Attracted by the steady stream of cannon fodder, the firepower of the wizard's group gradually weakened. The wizards had to stop in batches, hold the magic stone tightly in their hands, and meditate to recover the magic power consumption. However, with the magic power increase of the wizard tower, this

The speed is much faster.

After the wizard's firepower weakened, knowing that there was no point in delaying it any longer, the Skynet Legion sounded the horn of attack. The whole army attacked, and the sound of guns and artillery was louder. With the more ferocious firepower counterattack, the pressure on the wizard's defense line increased.

increase.

The impact pressure of the mechanical frenzy is getting bigger and bigger. At this moment, the complete rune arrays engraved on the defense line light up. With the magic pool supplied by the wizard tower, countless torrents of powerful flames burst out instantly and penetrate the battlefield.

Leaving behind a sea of ​​fire.

Thousands of mechas were directly evaporated, and those who were slightly hit only left half of their bodies and fell to the ground. But even so, they still crawled tenaciously, with flesh and blood squirming at the fractures, and sparks flying everywhere.

He raised one arm and swept the cannon wildly, trying to break through the fire blockade.

Our great Lord is watching here, and it is the time to sacrifice everything.

Buzzing, buzzing, along with the impact of ground troops, aerial fighter units like swarms of mosquitoes also joined in to support, passing by at supersonic speeds one by one, but most of them were shot down, even if a few fighters broke through the blockade and dropped all kinds of

High-explosive missiles will also be defended by the raised shield.

The remaining few orbital weapons also joined the attack, but without exception, many powerful witchcraft flew out of the wizard's fortress, intercepting these devastating blows.

Several more flame patterns erupted, and the runes on it began to dim. However, the Skynet Legion also suffered heavy losses and had to stop charging. After all, they were not the kind of cannon fodder that didn't matter, so they had to use them sparingly.

"Let me do it!"

"Let these humble low-level creatures have a good look at the new favor bestowed upon me by our great Lord! Although I am stupid, I have always served my Lord, so I don't understand anything!"

A tall mecha slowly walked out from behind the army, and the surrounding mechas moved out of the way in awe. This man was one of the guards who had been serving the great master, and he was truly enviable and jealous.

"See what great power is!"

As he spoke, he took out a small transparent ball in his hand, with hundreds of millions of jet-black flesh-and-blood nanoworms squirming crazily inside. These were fed by the power of the great master, and were transformed with the rumored blood of the master.

The ultimate weapon.

He is one of the first believers to receive this gift. Every bite is filled with the Lord's love for him.

But what does it mean when Lord Edward lets him use it, remember to upload it to him simultaneously? Huh, are you envious of the favor bestowed by our Lord?

"The dark blood...surging in my body, this is what I'm after...power!"

After swallowing it in one gulp, he felt countless numb little things crawling inside his body. Then he groaned happily, and the fuselage squirmed and deformed inch by inch, and began to darken and corrupt, turning into something like

Nanogiant-like aggregates.

The next moment, he slowly raised his head, showed a weird smile, murmured, and small black tentacles sprang out from his body, wrapped around the infected bodies, and began to devour the dark nanoworms infinitely.

It multiplied and grew, and its size expanded to hundreds of meters in an instant.

With one step forward, this dark machine walked toward the battlefield, continuously devouring these infected bodies, and frantically plundering the tiny gifts scattered in the bodies of these ants. Its size became larger and larger, and it exuded an increasingly dark and depressing aura.

The wizard obviously noticed this scene, and turned a large amount of firepower to bombard the dark body. However, countless small mouths opened on the opponent's body, swallowing most of the attacks, and stared at the attacks as they progressed, even if nothing happened along the way.

A lot of flesh and blood was lost, but the body only recovered after a few squirms.

"Who the hell are you? There's no way you're just a machine!"

At this moment, another Morning Star wizard walked out of the stronghold, floating in the air, frowning and looking at the dark machine. Looking at it, he felt a tingling pain in his spiritual sea.

This power is very abnormal!

"Despicable low-level filth, how can you look up to the gift of our Lord? You are only worthy of kneeling down and accepting death!"

The dark machine paused for a moment, raised its head and glanced, then roared angrily, quickened its pace, and charged in to kill.

The other party squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about what these natives meant by our Lord. Is it just a simple exaggerated belief or what?
Chapter completed!