Battle (III) "The Paw Patrol has accomplished great things."...
Apart from us, everyone else also found their opponents and started the fight.
To be honest, at first I was still worried about the coordination of our reinforcements, but when the fight really started, I found that there was no need to worry at all.
The opponent's multi-world coalition has even worse coordination than ours - they can't even trust their "fellow countrymen" from the same world, let alone trust their "comrades" from other worlds. There is no question of tactics, let alone coordination.
The practice of the higher world devouring luck has completely destroyed the mutual trust among the higher forces. They cannot trust their backs to others and dare not use all their strength in this battle. They need to divide their energy to pay attention to the "friendly forces" around them. Even if they have ten points of strength, they can only exert eight points.
They even deliberately looked for empty places with no one around to fight.
Compared to being alone and helpless, they are more afraid of their comrades.
It's really interesting.
It seems that the so-called Higher World Alliance is nothing more than this.
The so-called high-level people in the higher world have abandoned human emotions and moral concepts and only want to become gods, but they never realize that they are still human beings.
Unity is the only chance for man to win the struggle against God.
They were already lost.
"I'm just a passerby, I know you."
"In the original novel, he has little sense of existence. In the real world, because he escaped from the fate line, he was also deprived of his sense of existence by the world consciousness. He can only follow the president and attract other people's attention, and be a poor person with low sense of existence."
"Can such a person actually awaken multiple superpowers?"
Although Qianmian was smiling, all he said were hurtful words.
The assistant was unmoved, with a formal smile on his face, and gently pushed up the frame of his glasses, "I am a passerby and I am enough to deal with you. You are not qualified to fight against the president."
A rapidly rotating ball of air rose from the palm of his left hand, like a mini tornado born in his palm.
Qianmian's expression changed. His hazy face was frozen into a young man with elegant eyebrows and eyes, "Ten thousand trees become a forest!"
Rootless trees sprang up out of nowhere, hundreds and thousands of them formed fences and forests, surrounding him in the center.
The tornado had already slipped out of the assistant's palm, and the howling wind seemed to suck away all the air around. Even a few weaker invaders were completely sucked into the wind, leaving only a series of cries for help.
"Fuck..."
"Who the hell said he was just a passerby! Why wasn't he mentioned in the original book?"
I don't know which intruder let out a roar in the midst of his busy schedule.
Unfortunately, his voice was also swept away by the wind.
The assistant subconsciously looked back at me.
Here, there is no wind, no sound, and it is quiet and stable.
It was a windless place that he specially created for me.
I tapped on the invaders in the sandbox and moved a psychic who released fire-based attacks into the forest. In an instant, the wind blew and a fire started.
The fire tornado roared into the forest. The forest was its fuel, and the trees that blocked the wind and sand became a cage of flames that trapped thousands of faces.
"The river is roaring!"
The thousand-faced face changed again, and this time, it froze on a soft and beautiful female face.
He raised his hand and let it fall, and a huge stream of water fell from the sky and collided with the fire tornado.
The huge energy collision affected the surrounding battlefield, and the invaders who had been on guard fled. I dragged the reinforcements on the sand table to the front of their necessary path, launched an attack in the safe zone, and forced the invaders into a dilemma.
The assistant's eyes curved slightly, but there was no smile in them.
Unlike before, he is now like a sword unsheathed, the blade is sharp, and a glance at him can hurt people.
He has become accustomed to keeping a low profile and being invisible to others. This has happened too many times.
But in the beginning, the sixteen-year-old Lu Xingzhi should have been as outstanding as he is now.
He needs a good fight to show his brilliance to the world.
"Go on."
As the assistant spoke, another tornado appeared in his palm. The difference was that this time, it was mixed with fine pieces of ice.
The assistant knows more than one energy system.
…
The sand table is like a miniature model, enclosing everything and reflecting everyone's movements to me.
K's ability saved me a lot of effort.
Originally, I needed to keep my eyes and ears open to judge everyone's status and combat power and "assign" suitable opponents to them.
K intuitively displayed everyone's health bar in front of me, which made my reaction speed faster and made it easier for me to coordinate my reinforcements and opponents.
This sense of ease was reflected not only in me, but also in my reinforcements.
The most specific manifestation is that some reinforcements began to "order dishes".
"President, we want to fight that team. Their combination skills look interesting!" The third princess waved to me.
"good."
I threw my opponent, who was beaten to the point of losing his breath, in front of Siren, and Siren fired a shot at him, sending him away painlessly.
I then threw the team that they had specifically chosen to practice with in front of the third princess.
The team was feeling proud of their combination skills when they saw these three gods of death and their faces turned pale instantly.
"President, please change my opponent. This thing is too disgusting. I want to vomit." Jiang Qingshu called for help with a dark face.
She was fighting against a technological monster called the "Shit Monster". The physical damage it inflicted was unknown, but the mental damage was already maximum. This thing dropped feces while hitting, and when hit, the feces would splatter everywhere, causing serious mental trauma to everyone around it.
Even though Jiang Qingshu had seen a lot of ups and downs, he couldn't withstand such a monster.
She was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, holding a talisman paper, and circled the shit monster several times, but she couldn't find a place to stick the talisman paper. Instead, she was forced to retreat step by step by the strong stench.
"good."
I moved Jiang Qingshu in front of a magician invader, and placed a demon cultivator reinforcement from the cultivation world opposite the shit monster.
When the demon cultivator saw the shit monster, his eyes lit up and he rushed forward excitedly.
——His prototype is the dung beetle.
Jiang Qingshu looked at the magician in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the talisman paper, and vented all his anger on the opposite side.
"I'd rather see clearly, which one is faster, you chant the spell faster, or I draw the talisman faster!"
Looking further down, the same thing happens with the army fighting against the army below.
My assistant's abilities work in perfect harmony with mine, and through teleportation and deployment of large armies, we caught the enemy off guard.
Compared with the confrontation between these top combat forces above, the confrontation between the large armies below is more like a war in the traditional sense.
At first, it was necessary to deploy positions, but later, it was no longer necessary because many different types of troops were mixed together.
The swordsman helped the warrior block the water dragon, and the psychic helped the mechanic avoid the long sword. In our world, comrades-in-arms are worthy of absolute trust.
Skills become more and more proficient between battles.
Even Laicai and Bizai joined the war with a team of spirit animals.
Lai Cai and Bi Zai were like the black and white evil spirits, acting as the vanguard, followed closely by the wolfhound guards of my manor, and then the spirit beagles sponsored by the Beagle Victims Alliance. They rushed into the battlefield while making shrill donkey calls, and everyone covered their ears wherever they passed. You could also hear someone breaking into a defensive curse, "Which beast tamer keeps a beagle as a spirit pet?! Come on, come on, let me ask you something!"
Next came a group of Huskies. Looking at their amazing destructive power, one could tell how pure their bloodlines were and how much suffering their owners had endured.
The Paw Patrol rushed into the battlefield and bravely disrupted the enemy's layout.
Although I suspect they do more damage with mental attacks than physical ones.
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