Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1354 Ragnarok of the Gods (126)

Seeing the "Sun Flower Banner" Chosen Ones and Taiji Dragon Chosen Ones gathered together to regain the lost front in the southwest corner, Hu Luxi asked in puzzlement, "Are we really going to retreat? The Fifth God General We have already broken through Tai Chi Dragon's central defense line, and victory is imminent, how can we retreat?"

Akar Cavusoglu looked at the middle of the electromagnetic artillery array. In that sky, Alfred Irene Dupont and a man and a woman were fighting with two neon men holding long knives , "Didn't you see that the attack on the center line has also stagnated? Taijilong's reinforcements are not only the 'Sunflower Banner', but also other organizations." He turned around and said with a sneer, "Our positioning is dogs, not wolves. The task of a dog is to drive away the prey, not to go up and fight the prey."

Hu Luxi's face became less natural, "Understood."

"No, you don't understand, dear Hulusi." Akar Cavusoglu shook his head and said, "If your father were here, he would understand. It's not that we want to be a dog, but that Stargate thinks We are a dog. No matter how high-sounding it is, we are actually playing the role of a dog. Since we are a dog, we should understand where the value of a dog is reflected. Only when the prey is stronger, we are more valuable, and when When the prey does not exist, the dog is not important. Therefore, there is a saying in China called "the cunning rabbit dies, and the running dog cooks". If we want to live a more nourishing life, we must sincerely bless the star gate and Tai Chi dragon to fight harder, and It's not that one side wins the other side, and even the Stargate family is the only one left."

Hu Luxi hesitated for a while, then whispered: "I understand what you mean. But we retreated, how should we explain?"

Akar Cavusoglu smiled, "It's still too young! Even if the Sunflower banners were all out, it is impossible to win the alliance between Stargate and us. Taking a step back, if Stargate loses, we We should preserve our strength. As for how to explain it.” He patted Hu Luxi on the shoulder, “If you are a dog, you should have a correct attitude. Tell Alfred Irene Dupont now, sincerely say our strength We can't hold on to the enemy's counterattack, so we ask for support."

Hu Luxi hesitated to speak, "In this way, the first general will know."

Akar Cavusoglu showed a mysterious smile, "If you are a dog, be a dog, and don't think about being a wolf. Even the owner will love a soft, cute and coquettish dog, rather than a fierce and independent wolf."

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John Chris Morgan also saw the situation of the electromagnetic artillery array. Except that the southwest corner was given up, the center line was also a mess. The chosen ones of the alliance and the chosen ones of the Tai Chi dragon have been deeply entangled, like a mess .However, as a group of Chosen Ones wearing "Black Death Uniforms" continued to join, and the Chosen Ones of the Alliance were hit by the rear flanks, their manpower could not be replenished for a while, and the front had been stabilized by Tai Chi Dragon.

In the sky above the center line of the electromagnetic artillery array, it is not known whether Alfred Irene Dupont lost his absolute dominance due to the loss of the position of god general, or whether the two chosen ones who fought with him were too powerful. The fifth god will not gain the upper hand.

John Chris Morgan stared carefully, and saw a woman in a red kimono holding a long knife attacking like lightning, every time she slashed on Alfred Irene Dupont's silver spear.The woman wore her hair in a bun, her face was soft and gorgeous.She stepped on clogs and leaped forward lightly. Under the slit skirt, her long and slender white legs were exposed. The waist with a girdle was like a tight bow, which was both tense and full of flexibility.The long knife in his hand is like a willow that moves with the wind, the long sleeves are waving like waves of blood, the ornaments around his waist are shaking like wind chimes, and the skirt is fluttering, as if he will go away with the wind in the next second.

What is even more amazing is that she and another woman in black are twins.Another woman in black with a ponytail was jumping on the red dome-like Tai Chi dragon defensive position, and the dart in her hand was arcing at Alfred Irene Dupont at various weird angles.He carefully observed the face of the woman in black. There was a masculine heroism in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and her expression was cold, but there was a charm that ordinary women did not have.After carefully appreciating the figure, turning, twisting the waist, raising the legs, turning the sleeves, and turning, the clouds and water flow freely, with lightness and charm, flying vertically and horizontally on the red dome, like dancing a sacrificial dance on the altar.Even if you don't look at the charming face, it is so beautiful that you can't breathe.

Especially when the moves of the woman in red were broken and Alfred Irene Dupont found an opportunity to counterattack, the woman in black leaped forward with a tacit understanding, and exchanged positions with the woman in red seamlessly, using The long knife forced Alfred Irene Dupont into a defensive position again.

John Chris Morgan couldn't describe the enjoyment of that second, as if the two people were dancing a perfect pas de deux, every movement of them was a painting, a poem, a kind of sublimation, which made people feel happy, even I hope that the one who fights with it is myself.

"Why have I never seen such powerful twins?" John Chris Morgan sighed in his heart, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt wrong, "It seems that the one in black is a man?"

"Master Morgan! The enemy's support is coming, and it is expected to arrive within five to 10 minutes."

The adjutant's urgent voice rang in his ears, and John Chris Morgan frowned, as if he was displeased at being interrupted to watch the battle, but his gaze did not take away from the twins. He said casually, "It's okay! Keep attacking! It's just some miscellaneous fish that are about to be eliminated."

"Yes! Your lord."

After a while, Alfred Irene Dupont was still inseparable from the pair of beautiful siblings, John Chris Morgan licked his lips and said with a light smile, "It's really getting worse The funnier it is, the more serious it seems I'll have to.""

He turned his head and looked down at Fort No. [-]. All the Chosen Ones of the Alliance ignored the rushing Sunflower Banner Chosen Ones. While besieging Fort No. [-], they were concentrating on waiting for the next self-destructing general to appear. You can't be lucky. Before the opponent explodes, you win the lottery and kill the opponent.

Only John Chris Morgan knew that, theoretically, it was impossible to try his luck.The god general's defense is astonishingly high, and the self-destruction is instant, no matter what kind of attack he faces, he has time to self-detonate, so it is almost impossible to prevent the god general from self-detonation.

But it's not completely impossible, the god generals are human after all, especially the new god generals, who still only use self-exploding consumables.

"No one understands the weaknesses of the generals better than me!"

John Chris Morgan stared at Fort No. 4 with squinted eyes. According to the self-detonation frequency he recorded, there are still [-] minutes before a new god will appear on the deck.He hid in the crowd and landed silently, sneaking into the rolling sea where no one was paying attention.

There are dozens of unmanned enemy submarines cruising in the distance, probably because he ordered the Chosen One of the Alliance to attack only from the sky, and the Chosen One of Tai Chi Dragon is really stretched and there is not much defense underwater.Even so, it was impossible to approach Fort No. [-] quietly.

But John Chris Morgan had a killer move. He took out Chen Shaohua's Tai Chi Dragon badge from his pocket, pinned it on his chest, and then put on Chen Shaohua's Qinglong armor.According to Chen Shaohua, when the satellite network of the headquarters was interrupted, the system of the No. [-] Fortress could not accurately identify his identity.With the Tai Chi Dragon Badge and Armor Identification Code, you can deceive the world.

The sea water was turbid, like a lifeless mechanical fish, he dived towards the fourth fortress.When passing those unmanned submarines cruising like sharks, he also smiled and patted the underwater camera of an unmanned submarine.

Chen Shaohua was right. Neither the automatic identification system of the unmanned submarine nor the automatic identification system of Fort No. [-] could recognize him.

"Artificial intelligence? Artificial mental retardation."

While mocking in a low voice, he listened carefully to the voice from the Tai Chi Dragon communication channel.The signal shielding of high-intensity pulses is decreasing, and some unstable links can be established at close range. For John Chris Morgan, the information is limited, but enough.He comfortably and briskly swam to the side of the bridge of Fort No. [-], climbed on the hull, and through a few words of dialogue, plus the approximate time when the next consumable that should self-destruct should appear in his mind, he began to wait with bated breath.

"Brothers! I'm on deck!"

The tone-changed Chinese came from the earphones. The voice was sonorous and powerful, unyielding to the point of death. He didn't need to understand the meaning, but he could tell that this was the target person.

"As long as the speed is extremely fast, the self-destruction of the god general is not impossible to crack."

He listened to the footsteps in the corridor of the bridge, and counted down softly. When the sound of footsteps became empty, he rushed out of the sea like a dragon out of water.

The bomb chains and skills all over the sky are the best cover. In the chaotic battle, everyone will focus on the deck.

No one paid him any attention.

When his gaze crossed the side of the ship, everything was exactly as he had calculated, and a man in a Tai Chi Dragon uniform rushed out of the bridge within a second.

The two glanced at each other through the plexiglass of the helmet, John Chris Morgan looked down at the badge on the other's shoulder, level four Xuanping, enough to take on the heavy responsibility of self-destruct, it was him.

The other party also looked at the shoulder of John Chris Morgan, the second-level Taiming, Taijilong, few people are higher than Chen Shaohua.

"Sir."

A smile appeared on the corner of John Chris Morgan's mouth, he teleported immediately, and easily got close to the opponent's body, and the "blessing dagger" in his hand pierced the opponent's neck like lightning.On the golden tail cover of the dagger, Maria embracing the Creator emits a faint light. The sharp blade breaks through the gap between the armor at an incredible speed, like a knife piercing into tofu, and the subtle friction sound is pleasant. Music gives people another indescribable illusion, which feels full and joyful.

He was ecstatic in his heart, and shouted as if he had regained his life: "The speed is not fast enough, as long as you get close enough, killing a rookie general is as simple as that."

At this moment, the darkness with various halos flashing in front of John Chris Morgan's eyes cracked a gap, and it seemed that a wind and a gleam of light came out of the gap, and the wind and light fluttered on his helmet, Covered with a faint mist.

Red mist.

like blood.

Then he heard something vibrating, like the buzzing of wings flapping the air, or like some kind of thin metal trembling in his ears.

He felt himself floating up, and the flying head of the other party was reflected in his pupils, rising together with him in his eyes, like a balloon with a broken thread.

He lowered his eyes subconsciously, and saw his own body, as well as the opponent's torso standing firmly on the deck.

There is also a black long sword as thin as a cicada's wing, and a flash of light, that light is like a golden light slowly descending from the gap in the dark clouds.

In that soft golden color, a clear to icy beautiful voice resounded, like some kind of echo coming from the polar regions of the snow mountain and ice field.

"An artificial intelligence asked me to ask you, who is mentally retarded?"

When turning into a DNA helix, John, Chris, and Morgan grinned at the tall figure that gradually appeared in the scattered light source, "FXXK, this question is really unfriendly."

(End of this chapter)