Watch your head!
What could be on your head?
dark clouds?
Or lightning?
The bewildered Eight Fingers looked up.
But then they saw thousands of monsters suddenly fly out from the thick black clouds!
These monsters dive at extremely high speeds.
In the blink of an eye, it rushed down from the sky and landed in front of them.
Pfft!
Whoosh!
bite!
Before the Eight Fingers Base Commander could even react, his men were attacked by the monsters' claws.
He was instantly killed on the spot!
If it weren't for the puppets around him blocking the attacks, he might have become a victim of this first wave of attacks.
Even so, Xiao still lost five of his own puppets.
Keep in mind, this happens in an instant!
Five were lost in an instant!
How much of my 50,000+ units could I possibly lose in an instant?
Is this the true strength of the top-ranked player on both lists?
Just thinking about it is terrifying!
Glug!
Looking at those guys who had been disemboweled or had their heads ripped off, the Eight-Finger Base Chief couldn't help but swallow hard.
"This is... a gargoyle! A gargoyle made by alchemy!"
One of the universal discernment tools was thrown out, and Eight Fingers immediately understood what it was.
But how could there be gargoyles!
There was even an alchemist, a mysterious figure I'd never seen before, in Ouyang Qianjin's army!
I also obtained a lot of alchemical materials.
It's been kept in the warehouse because there are no alchemists.
Damn it!
I never expected to find such talent!
"Miss Ouyang! Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?!"
Faced with a sudden threat of death, the petty thug Eight Fingers didn't care about anything else.
He immediately resorted to the 'verbal threats' that thugs are best at.
"Kill him? Do you have the power to do that?"
As Ouyang Qianjin sat inside the pumpkin carriage, she slowly read a novel about territory building and spoke.
She didn't even lift her head when she said that.
It was as if the war outside had nothing to do with them.
"Well……"
Ouyang Qianjin's words were quite hurtful.
The opponent was, after all, a level 49 professional, and the leader of an entire base with tens of thousands of people.
The young lady of the Ouyang family actually denied her own strength and existence so easily.
How could Bazhi, who was previously enjoying the feeling of being a 'superior person', possibly stand this!
So it's unclear whether it was because they were provoked, or if this is just human nature.
Knowing deep down that he might not be able to defeat them, Eight Fingers ordered his men to bring out the hostages.
However, just as he turned around to speak, he saw more gargoyles fly down from the sky and head straight for one place.
That direction is where he used to hold hostages...
"asshole!"
At that moment, Eight Fingers suddenly understood what those eyes in the sky were for.
If I had previously thought it was some kind of scary move...
Now Eight Fingers understands that this is a skill used for reconnaissance!
It's like playing a war game where you're fighting with the fog of war in the background, but your opponent has the entire map revealed!
How can we play like this!
Damn it! Doesn't having so many eyes prove anything?! How come I never thought of that before?!
Was he really so frightened that he didn't notice anything?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
As the base commander, I'm considered one of the elite in this apocalypse!
How could I possibly be scared by one or two of someone else's skills!
He looked at the place where he imprisoned prisoners, which was now occupied by gargoyles, and then turned to look at his numerous puppets, which seemed to have done nothing to stop Ouyang Qianjin's skeletal attack.
He suddenly realized that he might have blackmailed the wrong person this time!
Is there really such a big difference between level 49 and level 50?
His own puppet was completely powerless against the opponent's skeleton!
The swords and blades in the skeletons' hands slashed at their own steel puppets as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
And his own puppet couldn't even break through the standard armor worn by those skeletons!?
Tsk!
I don't know where they found so many standard-issue armors.
Did they raid a country's arms arsenal?
"Hey, why are you standing there like that! Show me what other moves you have! My time is very precious!"
Sitting in the pumpkin carriage, Ouyang Qianjin put down her book.
He closed his eyes and looked at the situation on the battlefield, only to find that the nouveau riche was still standing there by himself, not knowing what to do.
At this moment, Ouyang Qianjin suddenly felt that it was beneath her dignity to use such 'solemn' preparations to deal with such a person.
"Fine, let's end it here. I thought you had some secret weapon to deal with me. You're so disappointing, Greyhound."
Despite the noise on the battlefield, Ouyang Qianjin's words, which clearly sounded somewhat disappointed, still reached the ears of the Eight Fingers Base Commander.
Disappointment? Greyhound?
she?
For me?
Judging from her tone, she meant that I wasn't even qualified to exchange a few blows with her?
Humiliation. The Eight Fingers Base Chief felt a humiliation he had never felt since his release from prison.
"you……"
Bang!
Eight Fingers wanted to say something to refute the other party, but before he could even open his mouth, the corpses of his subordinates suddenly exploded.
Pfft!
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