I'm really not the Great Old Ones

Chapter 135 Central Network Battle Report
Bloodletters poured into the lower floors like a tide.

Their strength is not bad, at least they are all Sequence Fives, but the corporal who is in charge of five people has touched the threshold of a great Sequence!

As for the lower level, Sequence Seven is already quite strong.

However, it is different from the one-sided massacre that everyone imagined.

The sharp blade of the bloodletter cut in front of the lower class, but there was only a shallow white mark.

Naturally, no one would think that the intruder's blade was weak.

After all, the aftermath of the slash shattered the surrounding houses, leaving a big gap in the ground.

"Oh, is this the so-called central network integrated system? What a luxury, it's actually given to you weak garbage."

The bloodletter licks the blade.

This is the glory of their theft!If this glory is used by them, more powerful believers will surely be born.

And putting it here is just to make these guys who are not as good as livestock live a few more days.

Everyone fled crazily, but how could their speed compare to the bloodletter?
This barrier can only protect them from death, but they will experience all the pain and fear except death.

Until, the upper door opened.

In the White Fang territory, the Ten Thousand Swords Family and the remaining Thunder Giants led many families to the battlefield.

"Oh, finally some decent opponents have come, I hope you don't have that kind of turtle shell on your body, otherwise it will be unpleasant to kill!"

The bloodletter grinned.

They are different from the lower classes, they do not have the barrier of the central network.

For one thing, their consumption of barriers far exceeds that of ordinary people. If they install all of them, they can burn up the titanium research marrow saved by the Protoss Alliance in less than half a day.

All the Titanium Essence of the Protoss can be consumed in one day.

Second, they came down not to defeat the bloodletters, but to show an attitude—the attitude of a protector.They are members of the Protoss Alliance of all who have come to protect this place, and the Protoss Alliance is one with them.

And only by bleeding, bleeding for everyone to see, can this protection become more precious.

"Of course I won't let you down! Generals against generals, soldiers against soldiers, the two sides are fighting, and civilians are not beheaded, okay?"

The leader of the Wanjian family signaled to everyone to save people, but he chose to face the leader of the bloodletter alone.

The other party just smiled contemptuously.

"Civilian? There is no such thing as a commoner when looking for the race of the family members. Did you make a mistake?"

Maybe this is why they don't respect the Domain of Berserk War and the God of War Tower?

ridiculous.

The race that occupies the vicinity of the God of War Tower actually only has this kind of consciousness?
"Of course you can save those domestic animals, but before that, I have to borrow your heads."

The leader teased that he would be happy to see the other party put the shackles on himself.

In a one-sided situation, they only accelerated their own demise by doing so.

Cannon fire, light spots, and the power from the sequence are constantly emerging.

The huge sound waves and various flying debris constantly shocked the minds of everyone at the lower level.

They don't know why they are still alive, but there is a group of people who are pulling them hard.

Even after being blown into blood mist, there was no sign of stopping.When they die, the next one will take their place.

Until, send them to the upper level.

Then, send them to an air-raid shelter, which is connected to the boundary gate. Once this place is completely captured, the boundary gate will open and send them to a safe place.

All lower classes are housed here.The light here is weak, and in their personal terminals, all non-war links are disconnected, leaving only military channels reserved for wartime.

They are not combatants, and the only channel they can watch is 'Central Network Battle Report'.

This is a live broadcast record from the battlefield. From here, they can clearly see that the entire Protoss territory is in flames of war.

Less than an hour after the battle started, the lower level was reduced to ruins.

Through this channel, they also learned the source of power to protect themselves.The secret technique of the central network during wartime - the wall of radiance, the wall of protection.

What is consumed is titanium research essence, something most of them have never heard of in their entire lives, a precious resource that can make people stably break through the great sequence.

And the people who escorted them up may be the high-ranking grandparents at ordinary times, those who are the children of the family do not have this layer covered by themselves, because the consumption is too huge.

Until this time, they suddenly discovered that the people in this group of people who are usually superior are also the ones who can shed blood and sacrifice for ordinary people like themselves.

However, all they can do is sluggish and dull.

It is impossible for them to affect the situation of the battle, nor can they guarantee their own safety. They can only drift with the crowd, hide in a narrow air-raid shelter, and pay attention to the central network battle reports.

"Warning, White Fang's territory is completely lost. Warning, White Fang's territory is completely lost.

No need to worry, the gate will open in 10 minutes, and our next stop is to press the territory.

Reminder, the pressure in the heavy pressure territory is much higher than this place, please put on the external life support devices in an orderly manner before entering the boundary gate. "

Following the news from the central network battle report, the dull crowd finally reacted.

They ran away and snatched the external life support device, for fear that they would lose it when it was their turn.

They fear that assistance from above is only lip service.

Or, someone along the way took bribes and pocketed most of the installation's profits.

They fear being treated like wild dogs, as they have never before.

But seeing that after wearing all the devices, there are still enough remaining devices, many people couldn't help but burst into tears.

Central network battle reports keep bringing bad news from the front line.

"Heavy pressure on the territory, the third floor is lost."

"Under heavy pressure on the territory, the No.12 floor is lost."

"The Territory of the Third Era, Floor No. 12 is lost."

"..."

This is the only message they have been seeing for half a day.

Keep falling, falling.

Fire, blood of victims, residue.

magnified in their eyes.

In the past, they also received unfair treatment from the upper class.

In my opinion, if someone can overthrow here, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, they didn't enjoy anything here, they were just treated as dwarfs.

However, they didn't know until the invaders actually arrived.

The Protoss Alliance, after all, is his own race, even though it has many flaws, it is still his only backing.

They can only be Protoss, not these cruel bloodletters!
They are now longing, longing for a turnaround in this unchanging battle report, longing for a sound of victory amidst endless losses!

They hope to see a trace of green representing victory from the countless red representing defeat!

(End of this chapter)