Call of Eschatology

"and……"

Speaking of which, the old black skin pointed to the empty needle tube in his hand.

"Every Earth Day can make one!"

At this moment, the old black skin was arrogant!

He does have pride in capital.

Yan Jing's cloning of Wen Yu and Tang Haofei has never stopped. However, due to technical barriers, Yan Jing was unable to clone a decent clone of the strong. Instead, a lot of cannon-folk guys did it.

But this barrier is not in the eyes of the old black skin!

On hearing that, Oga and Yan Kailuo looked at each other, and a series of numbers emerged from the hearts of the two.

The peak of the eighth level ... physical fitness is 50,000 points ...

Can refresh ten life and death battles!

This means that after ten times, the fighting ability of a single clone will directly reach the giant of 5120w points!

In the eyes of the two Oga, it really is nothing, but this power is put on the earth where there are eight levels of shackles ...

At this moment, Oga and Yan Kailuo knelt decisively ...

"Sir Prophet, you are so clever and unparalleled in wisdom ..."

A series of horse **** came out from Oga's mouth, and the boasted old black skin fluttered. It wasn't until the end of the horse **** was photographed that Oga revealed his true purpose.

"Well, Lord Prophet, can this number be more?"

At the beginning of the day, although the clones that have refreshed ten battles of life and death have destroyed the world, the human heart is always greedy, isn't it?

Hearing that Old Black was not angry, he just shook his head resolutely.

"It's not a question of technology. It's a question of blood. You see these."

After that, the old black leather pointed to the petri dish behind.

"Each container has a clone, but if you don't inject Tang Haofei's blood, you can't awaken the skills in them, so it's not me who can't, but the kid's blood is not enough to draw!"

On hearing that, Oga was suddenly anxious.

"You pump hard, as much as you want, as long as you don't die."

Old Heipi shook his head again.

"I don't draw ordinary blood. It's called Essence. Do you understand? Essence of this boy is still useful. How can I damage his foundation casually."

Despite Oga's persuasion, Old Black just refused, and Oga was speechless. At the end, under the old Black's kick, Oga took today's clone, reluctantly Out of the old black leather laboratory.

...

One-eyed Hexing left the ghost world, galloping all the way, and soon returned to the combat headquarters in the first area.

"Give me something."

As soon as the two entered the door, Fran had reached out and asked for samples of mechanical enemies. He threw the small bottle to Fran with one eye, and Fran didn't give another instruction. He ran out and looked like Want to hand in this precious thing to Wei Tian.

Watching Fran run out of the command room with one eye, he lie on Fran's position like a decent figure, he stared at the display screen, a series of barking in his mouth.

"Here! Send someone to kill them!"

"And there, there! What did Lin Que do to eat, why didn't he hit it just now!"

Papa Pala said a chase, a good commander.

Until the big screen suddenly turned black, the next second, Lin Haifeng's face occupied the entire display array.

"Stop playing. The two of you have other tasks."

"What task?"

Seeing Lin Haifeng personally came forward, he was afraid to make another one-eye, he squatted the board completely, like a model soldier.

"The eighth zone, the front line, I guess that after Victor is trapped, the demons will soon open the next hole card, and in terms of strength, this hole card will not be slightly lower than the mechanical predators. I need you both. One is sitting on the front line of the town, one is to relieve the pressure now, and the other is to guard against the next card of the Demons. "

Speaking of this, Lin Haifeng's face was slightly bitter.

"Why isn't it another form of dice?"

This sentence clearly expresses the war situation in the two worlds.

Just like playing cards, technology can't decide everything. What can really decide everything is just that there are more cards and fewer cards, and the big cards are smaller.

In the war, the comparison is hard power, conspiracy and tactics, warfare and tactics, and it is just a trail—if Wen Yu was not replaced by the demon, Tang Haofei did not go to the demon world, even when Tang Hao was still there. Difficult, it's not even difficult at all!

But the blame is that you don't have as many cards as you have-you are weak and you deserve to be beaten.

In the absence of Wen Yu, the one-eyed and the star naturally did not disobey Lin Haifeng.

The two primary school children didn't rest for a long time, and they were once again transferred to the front by Lin Haifeng.

...

But this time the wait seemed a little long.

Three days later, One-Eyed and Xing Fei not only did not wait for the next card of the Demons, but Wei Tian returned the news one step first.

"The difference in technology generation is too great. In fact, let alone technology. Even the material composition of this thing has never been seen before, unheard of, and I want to crack it. Yes, but on the premise that the entire scientific research department goes all out It will take at least ten years! "

Wei Tian relentlessly told a less optimistic fact, and Flan and Lin Haifeng heard that they were both bitter.

"In other words, is Victor gone?"

Fran seemed a little bit embarrassed about this result-Wen Yu's only three main battle spirit pets, each of which is equivalent to the powerful heritage of the earth today, so was awarded by a mechanical natural enemy, which is equivalent to his own advance. trump card.

But are mechanical predators an ace to the Demons?

Fran is not optimistic.

"Don't think about it, Wei Tian, ​​you should hurry to crack the natural enemy of the machine, but don't delay other work."

"Then I need more than thirty years ..."

"Let ’s do this first. Victor and the mechanical enemies are in the ghost world. There is nothing to think about. At most, it is a balance of power. And Fran, notify Cyclops and Stars to prepare them. At the same time, the reserved serial-level strongmen are headed to the front of the eight districts to prepare for the next offensive of the Mozu. "

A series of orders came from Lin Haifeng's mouth, Wei Tian immediately retired, and Fran was caught in a busy state of work, but unexpectedly, the demons were still calm on the front battlefield. In the next seven days, the entire frontline gradually stabilized the situation when the mechanical warfare corps and the cloned corps entered the battle again. The damage of professionals and mutant creatures gradually decreased, and the progress of the broken yoke became more and more serious. Slow, until it fell to an acceptable level in Yanjing. And among the coming monsters, there is no other thing that can hold hands.