Eeya eeya!! ~
Crackling sound! ~
On the pristine white sand beach, countless primitive people excitedly strutted along with their hairy legs, shouting and running wildly.
As for the warrior brethren beneath the Iron Pants Cathedral, whether they were wielding hammers, shackles, or wearing iron pants...
Under the fierce onslaught of primitive people.
They couldn't even stop them, let alone fight back.
Just like a group of tigers charging at a group of fully armed mice, no matter how strong the mice's iron pants are, they are still nothing more than prey in the tigers' hands.
The top of the Iron Pants Church.
Number 88 stands side by side with seven-digit numbers.
However, next to number 88's feet was a lump of flesh that was indistinct but had sharp edges and had clearly been trimmed.
At the feet of the seven-figure sum of money lay a nun in a golden robe, her limbs gone, her hair disheveled, and her eyes lifeless.
Looking down, it was like a swarm of locusts passing by.
Scenes of countless nuns being bound and packaged, or being abused on the spot.
With his long, slender fingers, he twirled a simple, short spear, his expression calm.
"I never expected that the nun lord that the lord wanted was actually waiting for us to take her away at the border."
"So, should we go back and hand it over to the lord first, or clear out this nun's territory before going back?"
Facing a seven-figure problem.
Number 88 looked up at the sky.
Although the sun was not visible, it was clear that the sunlight was intense.
"Lord, you mean you'll see this woman before dark? It's still early, what's the rush?"
"Besides..."
"These nuns don't have magic cores in their brains. Are you sure you're not just going to complete the mission only to come back empty-handed?"
Number 88 licked his delicate, white fingers.
Looking at the blood and flesh at my feet, I felt somewhat unsatisfied.
"Moreover, this nun's territory isn't just home to two lords..."
"Of course we must capture them all and let the lord have his fill."
Upon hearing this, the seven-figure figure nodded.
"That's what I think too."
"However, you shouldn't go to such lengths next time. You've turned a perfectly good nun lord into this. Isn't that disgusting for the lord?"
"Hehehe..." Number 88 chuckled indifferently, "You think the lord would be disgusting, but I feel... the lord would be more appetizing?"
"Only someone who can make food taste good."
The seven-figure man scoffed.
With a casual flick of his short spear, he tossed the golden-robed nun at his feet off the rooftop like trash.
Then he called out a few words to the primitive people below.
Immediately, a primitive man carried the limbless nun in a golden robe and ran towards the direction of the Foolish God's Palace.
Number 88 saw this.
Somewhat reluctant, they summoned a primitive man and had the artistically beautiful flesh and blood taken back to the Palace of the Fool God.
Then, together with the seven-figure army of primitive people, they continued to advance into the depths of this white sea of sand.
It's obvious.
Behind them stood rows of churches.
This proves...
There are still plenty of prey!
.......................
Inside the prayer hall of the Chapel of Perfection, the closest church to the Tower of Babel.
The remaining thirty-eight lords of the nun civilization were praying in low, somewhat somber voices.
At a glance.
Black plus white, red plus black, purple plus orange, yellow plus yellow, green plus green plus green...
The uniforms of the nun lords are generally different in color and style.
no way....
Women, by nature, love beauty. Lower-ranking nuns must follow the rules, but higher-ranking nuns are no longer bound by them and must always strive to stand out from the crowd.
Like the Ska civilization.
The first thing that almost all participating civilizations did after the seven-day protection period was...
The goal is not to eliminate opponents, but to unite teammates as quickly as possible, merge and relocate all players' territories, and ultimately transform them into a super-giant territory.
Or rather...
A war zone, a nation.
This is also the consensus of most of the participating civilizations.
Only by combining the strength of all players can we maximize the overall combat power of the civilization and avoid any duplication or waste of resources.
However, this prayer did not last long.
Some of the nuns couldn't resist.
"Her Majesty the Queen has been captured. Shouldn't we quickly elect a new Queen?"
"Whether or not a new empress is chosen is not important. The key is that the War Cultivation Corps is clearly unable to stop the primitive human race's attack. Should we relocate?"
"Yes, yes, you didn't see it. Those primitive people were so barbaric. The first thing they did when they caught the nun from the War Cultivation Corps was to take a bite and taste her! If I hadn't been close to the teleportation array, she would probably have been skinned and boiled into soup by now."
"We shouldn't fight this barbaric civilization. Let's run. Anyway, the Tauros and Zanda civilizations are also fighting these primitive humans. Let them fight first."
"I second that, I second that. The lessons of the Scar civilization are there for us to learn; there's absolutely no need for us to fight head-on."
The topic was instantly opened up as the nuns spoke.
"Her Majesty the Queen has been captured, so naturally we must go to her rescue. The eyes of the entire civilization are on us now. Escape? Will we survive if we go back?"
"Although primitive humans are fierce, they also seem quite foolish. If tactics are used and a real fight breaks out, it's really hard to say who will win or lose!"
"If you ask me, the Tower of Babel is already fully charged. If you really want to escape, why not fire one shot before you run?"
"Okay, firing one shot is fine!"
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