National Juggernaut

Chapter 423 One blow

The Shoal of the Lost is a restricted area of ​​life, and it is also the least favorite hunting area for human sword masters.

That is not an island suitable for setting up a camp, but an aggregation of a group of "small islands".

Those "soil clods" that are only enough to accommodate one or two houses are a bit exaggerated to say that the island is more like a pile of garbage piled up.

One after another, such small islands formed an arc-shaped island chain. Within the range visible to the naked eye, there were more than two thousand small islands, and there were thousands of residents on them.

Yes, residents, those lost ghosts.

On each small island, there are several evil spirits, the small island has only one or two, and there are more than a dozen.

The evil spirits are of different shapes and dresses. Some are naked and covered with animal skins, some are wearing ancient military uniforms, and most of them are only wearing some cloth strips.

This is obviously unreasonable.

Even ghosts are still creatures, and they still need living space and food.

There is nothing here except stones and rubbish. These lost ghosts can't get out of their own island, die inexplicably, and resurrect inexplicably.

They are the masters here, but they seem to be the prisoners here, the lost who can never rest.
"The army of evil spirits in Ice Cube Town. What a stupid name."

If it was an ordinary human sword master, he would only sigh a few words about the ancient human name on the name tag, and then find that although these evil spirits are not strong, they are extremely difficult to deal with.

They don't care about life and death, and they attack in groups, attacking any non-own units in front of them, even ghosts in other areas.

The most frustrating thing is that after they were killed, there was no spiritual energy material in their bodies, as if all the spiritual energy disappeared in the instant they died, as if they had already died.

And what this means, I am afraid that only the people in the dream know.

Here is the old ice town, the only way for human beings to escape, and it is also a checkpoint for intercepting pursuers.

When the victims broke through the obstacles and the pursuers arrived as scheduled, the defenders calmly weighed the gains and losses, and sniped the pursuers fiercely before the ammunition completely failed. Although it was equivalent to giving up their own escape possibility, countless victims of the disaster also Escape from birth.

But the final victors of that war are not human beings. They and their city walls are here, turning into a "landmark" where the two worlds swallow each other.

It's not that humans have tried to destroy this shoal island, but no matter how many times it is destroyed, it will still be completely restored on the afternoon of the No. 19 day.

As for the evil spirits on it?Heh, they probably have long forgotten who they are and why they are still here.

In fact, except for a very small number of "landmarks", most of the ancients are completely crazy, without a shred of reason, and completely unable to communicate.

Someone has dissected their souls, and the long years have destroyed everything that can be called reason. They are just a kind of inertia, a phenomenon, and a phantom of the past.

The winner's victory souvenir is the loser's pillar of shame. When the cruel scene is really shown in front of young people, many people still can't bear it.

The one who chose to clear the "Ice Town's Evil Ghost Legion" was not only a member of the Peace Corps, because these thousands of islands plus evil spirits were not a mission that a war troupe could accomplish.

Several of the battle groups also came because of the guidance of "Fate".

In that dream, they were a group that chose to flee by land. Many of them were once members of the Ice Cube Guarding Army, and they also ushered in the final fate together.

Some of the Chapters and the Defense Line have died together, and if the dream comes true, they may also be a member of the Oni.

Some battle groups chose to lead the victims to flee to them, and perhaps owed more to their comrades.

The seven battle groups came here. Not only did they complete the task, but they also chose to personally send their "comrades" for the last time. According to news from some sources, this will be the last clean-up, and the mandatory resurrection will be invalid.

Among the crowd, Zheng Li even saw Wang Siqi, and their battle group was also a member of the land escape route.

Now that everyone is focusing on the same goal, according to the rules, the regiment leaders negotiate with each other to build a temporary leadership, form a temporary legion and legion network, set a grand strategy, and then start division of labor and cooperation.

But when the carts had just set foot on the land, before they had time to wipe out the evil spirits around them, the man stood up.

Standing on the roof of the cart, he pointed to the islands amidst everyone's puzzled eyes.

"I'll do it first, you can do whatever you want."

And at the moment when he issued the declaration, both the wind and the sea were still, countless waves gathered together, and some power to destroy everything was being conceived.
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The person-high light blue crystal bottle has a classic streamlined shape with a narrow bottom and a wide top. There are streamers flickering around it, and faint spiritual energy flows in it.

The light shines on it, reflecting the color of glass, which looks like a ritual bottle in mythology.

Simple, classic, and rich historical cultural relics are all fake.

Only the sword master holds her handle, and after the streamer flashes, her true face will be revealed.

"It's really a mouth-watering spiritual blade."

Shown in Zheng Li's hand was a giant cannon even bigger than Zheng Li.

Yes, there is nothing wrong with being artillery.

It was a light blue mechanical cannon with a full sense of technology. The narrow bottom of the bottle that was opened was actually the muzzle, and the mouth of the bottle was actually the rear of the barrel. The handle of the bottle turned into a gunstock. Gather your firepower.

Or, to be precise, hydraulics.

The psychic powers of Zheng Li, Xiao Meng, Xiao Ling, Ah Qiong, Lin Yuying, and Yinghuo (the part not used for the car) were all extracted, and a huge amount of psychic power was poured into this vessel. But there was still a sense of emptiness and insufficiency.

The loss of a large amount of spiritual energy made Zheng Li's soles feel numb and sweaty all over. He could no longer afford to use the super spiritual blade of this temporary contract.

"I'll do it first, you can do whatever you want."

One shot, of course there is only one shot, and even the water channel that represents charging has not reached the lowest level, Zheng Li is powerless.

And in the psionic network, other spirit races complained more and more, and they couldn't take it anymore.

Finally, amidst the inexplicably calm surroundings, he could only raise his right arm and point to the target, the core area of ​​the Lost Shoal.

And when the fingers spread out, the illusory blue cannon turned into reality, and only then did outsiders see the machine-made heavy cannon from the future.

"Om."

There was a soft beep, and then nothing.

That drop of water, excited from the gun barrel, rushed towards the target, the shoal full of ghosts.

It seemed weak and weak, and fell directly into the sea before reaching the target.

Some people have already laughed out loud, but the next moment, the whole world is singing with joy.

With the place where the water fell as the core, the water boiled and the sea became manic.

The sea began to sway crazily, and the waves finally started their own dance time, but only then did the behemoth emerge from the water.

The drop of water surfaced again, but it was countless times bigger, wider and taller.

Along with it, the sea level is also rising, and then rising again, finally, when the sea and sky become one color and become one, all the waves also gather into a tsunami!

as an individual?When a tsunami with a height of more than ten meters hits, all resisters and acts of resistance will become ridiculous and meaningless.

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)