Integrating the white beard template, I will create a prosperous world with one punch

The battle continues.

The aliens on the battlefield began to retreat, but they had nowhere to go.

The summoning array has been closed, that is to say, they only have two ways to go now.

One is to give up waiting to die.

The second is to kill all the humans on the scene.

There are always some dissatisfied aliens.

They shouted loudly.

"Only by killing all human beings can we survive!"

"We have no choice!"

After a brief defeat, the alien army was reorganized.

And this time they have the determination to fight to the death.

"Anyway, it's death. Before I die, I have to take away a human being, otherwise I will die unwillingly!"

Numerous aliens showed hideous expressions on their faces.

They don't hate the leader who closed the portal, all their hatred is transferred to humans.

"If they died obediently, we wouldn't be left here."

"It's all human error, they shouldn't exist."

"Destroy! Destroy them!"

For a while, the alien attack became more ferocious.

One by one is not afraid of death.

On the other hand, on the human side, although the high-end combat power is much stronger than that of the alien race.

But physical strength is always limited.

After the previous high-intensity battle, each foot was a little unsteady.

"This group of bastards are like taking medicine, they are too aggressive."

With a shield attack, Ma Bole shattered a head of the alien race, while gasping for breath and cursing.

He looked around, and the others were not much better.

Everyone was forced to retreat steadily.

It's really scary to die.

Even for the trio of Qin Fenghao, Su Linyun, and Mo Xi, their killing efficiency plummeted.

Qin Fenghao tried his best to save his strength and didn't use his abilities lightly. He held an iron sword in his hand, and his abilities would explode only when the sword touched a foreign race.

"I'm going to lose."

The bearded man who had been complacent before was a little desperate.

The number of alien races is constantly decreasing, but the problem is that they have too many bases, they have been killed for a long time, and now there are more than 9000 left.

On the other hand, looking at my own side, it seems that the loss of personnel is small, but the rest of them are about to lose their combat effectiveness.

He turned his head and yelled at the crowd behind him.

"Hurry up and run, we will stand in front and ask Su Zhanwang for help."

Those people behind, to put it bluntly, just came to make up the numbers.

Marble said loudly.

"do not give up."

The bearded man said.

"I give up my der, and I will take them with me when I die."

"But it's really a dead end."

"Hey, old horse, we can be regarded as dying together. After going to the underworld, we have to take care of each other."

Marble didn't say anything this time.

A figure suddenly appeared in his heart, it was Chu Yiming.

Chu Yiming seems to have become synonymous with miracles.

Every time he was in despair, Chu Yiming would always come out to crush the despair.

Unfortunately, miracles don't happen every time.

Marble sighed.

"Yiming shouldn't be having a good time right now."

Facing the diamond level alone, the pressure is so great that even if you win, it will be a miserable victory.

Now he only has one hope, and that is that Chu Yiming will not die with the conductor on the other side, and he dare not hope for anything else.

He suddenly laughed out loud.

He thought it through clearly, and he wanted to die happily and happily.

Ma Bole exhausted the last strength in his body, condensed two golden shields, and rushed towards the alien race.

"Everyone, don't give up. It's not impossible if all the aliens commit suicide in the next moment."

There were wry smiles on the faces of the others.

"This old horse, he was still so humorous before he died."

Chu Yiming, who was watching the battle from behind, felt the recovery of his body and stood up slowly.

The next moment, he sat down again.

"I don't seem to need me anymore."

I saw panic on the faces of all the aliens.

The body of each foreign race became glowing red, and the top of the head was still steaming.

Then, their eyes suddenly lost their brilliance, and they rushed towards humans at a speed beyond the limit of their bodies.

"Fuck..."

"They are going to..."

On the human side, all eyes were on Ma Bole.

"Old horse, are you a prophet?"

Marble:? ? ?

He was also dumbfounded, he was just joking, how could this group of aliens take it seriously.

Then he roared with the loudest voice of his life.

"Get down!"

All the humans present lay down on the ground in unison.

A roar that resounded through the sky broke out on the battlefield.

The human side was thrown into disarray by the wind generated by the explosion. Fortunately, they reacted quickly enough, and they used their awakening ability to protect their vitals.

It looks embarrassing, but it doesn't actually do much damage.

They have one more myth, why do alien races explode collectively?

Just because Marble made a joke?

This is too outrageous.

Obviously, their self-destruction was manipulated by people, and it was not voluntary, otherwise it would definitely bring greater casualties to the human side.

Looking down the hillside, there are potholes everywhere, big holes followed by small holes, densely packed like a beehive.

"we won?"

It took a long time before someone responded and asked tentatively.

"Probably it should be..."

It took a long time for them to prepare themselves psychologically.

"Anyway, we survived again."

On the other side, Chu Yiming looked at the sky thoughtfully.

There is a looming pillar reaching the sky.

At first glance, it looks unremarkable, but it is the black smoke from the explosion.

But Chu Yiming instinctively felt that there was something hidden under the black smoke.

The foreign race's aggression was endless, it came in a hurry, and it ended in a hurry.

It seems that aggression is not their purpose at all.

What would be their purpose?
Chu Yiming fell into deep thought.

The people in front began to count the casualties.

There are very few casualties on the human side, but wars always kill people.

Five gold-ranked, twenty silver-ranked, and one bronze-ranked were killed in this aggression.

The bronze that died was purely courting death on his own. He insisted on running to the front to watch the battle, and then he was clawed out by a foreign race.

Everyone was silent.

Even Ma Bole had a serious look on his face.

He solemnly walked up to a comrade-in-arms, stroked his eyes to close his eyes, and then retrieved his scattered limbs from around him, and pieced him together neatly into a human form.

There were two unlucky ghosts who were unable to lie down and defend in time when the aliens blew themselves up at the end, and then they were blown to nothing.

Ma Bole symbolically picked up the remaining pieces of their clothes and put them together with the rest of the corpses.

"rest in peace."

Others are doing the same job.

More than 20 corpses were stacked neatly.

"Salute to the martyrs!"

I don't know who shouted.

Everyone stood up, turned towards the corpse, closed their eyes and lowered their heads.

At this moment, Chu Yiming was a little touched.

But he also thought that if he could be stronger, he could kill all the aliens by himself.

That would be great.