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Chapter six hundred and thirty-eight: blood night-General? Take your army!
I Chapter six hundred and thirty-eight: blood night-General? Take your army!
Because of a talent that is not outstanding, the 500-heavy rider instantly changed from a killer weapon to a target, and fell into a situation where the spike soldiers did not even bother to bully.
The siren’s cry is actually a rather lame avatar.
In essence, it, like the coercion of monks, is caused by mental stress due to the equal-order gap, which in turn leads to panic and confusion, and the absence and confusion of different lengths of mind appear.
The difference is also obvious. coercion is not an avatar, but a natural fear of the enlightened creature. That is to say, it is just an emotion, which will be overcome by a strong mind.
Because the rank gap means the strength gap, and the strength gap means that the other party can control their own life and death. This is actually an instinct, but it can be forcibly suppressed through will, which will affect things that are infinitely weakened.
For example, although Lao Qiang often lambastes Japanese President, he can’t wait to be born soon, but if one day he really stands in front of me and reaches out his hand, I will definitely be flustered, cramped and sweaty. For others, this may not be the case. For example, the poet Lao Li and Bai Ding dared to get drunk before the emperor’s driving and let the imperial concubine grind ink for it. The reason is also very simple. People are born heroes.
The siren’s cry is completely different. It is an avatar, and it is Gollum’s unique direct impact on the soul. No matter how powerful the mind is, as long as the rank is not comparable to it, there will be a moment of trance and absence. The personal effect is different, however, for the low-order monster beast, rhinoceros with iron head, it is an impact that cannot be exempted, and it is useless to close the five senses.
It is somewhat similar to Jing Shen thorn, but its scope of application is different. In addition, from the effect point of view, the siren’s cry can’t cause substantial damage, and it should belong to the auxiliary avatar who makes fighters. The stunner is more powerful and can directly cause mental damage to the opponent. It’s like a cold and shaking make people feel cold, but the pathology is completely different.
It is called chicken ribs because of this auxiliary feature that has no real harm. In other words, it doesn’t matter whether the siren fights with the iron-headed rhinoceros or not, and it will eventually take a claw to scratch it. With the horrible size and outrageous defense ability of the steel-toed rhinoceros, it takes no three to five minutes to get a head, let alone an army.
This siren’s cry, which covers far beyond the magical power of any Yuan-infant monk, also exhausted all Gollum’s energy. Just after the impact, its shape can no longer remain hidden and emerge from the void.
After advanced, Gollum’s height may be said to be nearly six meters long. Even if he is used to bending his body, he still has extremely strong visual impact. Huge size, exploding muscles, ugly and ferocious face to the extreme, plus the shock of just opening a big mouth, this pair of old faces falls in the eyes of surviving knights, no less than wild beasts.
In their view, this monster that looks like a demon is even more terrible than the legendary ogre. That mouth can be swallowed without chewing at all. Rolling down the knights gawking at guru, look dull eyes vacant, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
Gollum’s spirit is very depressed, and his eyes are extremely innocent and he looks at the mess in front of him. It seems that he has not recovered from the shock. In front of this scene, even he couldn’t believe it. At a specific time and on a specific occasion, a magical power that is not outstanding can achieve such brilliant results, and it is not easy for Gollum to be proud, only endless shock remains.
The iron-headed rhinoceros, which is running at high speed, with its huge impact and invincible one-horned horn, can also be knocked down by them. This monster beast can’t measure its combat power with common sense. In essence, it is not even the second order, but if it is rushed up, even the fourth-order monster beast will never be able to compete head-on. Skin like a thousand-year-old bark is covered with armor again, even if you stand there and let the spike warrior cut it, I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it for a long time.
Of course, this is not to say that it is very powerful. The steel-toed rhinoceros is slow to move, and it takes a long time to accelerate the weighing. There is no talent except skin fossilization. Its head is extremely hard to attack, and its body, especially its abdomen, is actually very general. A slightly sensitive monster or human can use it as a target for practicing skills and trample it at will.
When a blunt knife cuts meat, it can always be cut to death as long as it is long enough. There is no threat at all.
Now, it took a long time to increase the speed to the extreme, and the steel-headed rhinoceros suddenly went blank in his mind, and his four legs didn’t know which one to take first. For a behemoth weighing several tons, the consequences could be imagined.
Clouds of hills rolled, collided and shattered on the ground, making a bang and shooting into pieces of blood springs. The first two rows end up the worst, and they can hardly tell the shape. Some steel-toed rhinoceros woke up earlier, trying to stabilize their bodies. As a result, they bumped into the belly of their overturned front-row companions, and their sharp one-horned horns easily tore off the tattered skin and flesh, and their heads were directly buried in each other’s stomachs. The struggle brought more intense struggles to each other, and they could not get away for half a day.
Those steel-headed rhinoceroses that follow straight without dislocation are even more unlucky. In the back row, they directly insert their one-horned horns into the anus in the front row, and then instinctively pick, rotate and twist. Before it breaks away from that kind of intimate contact, they fall to the same end. What followed was a series of tragic howls comparable to the rape of a white rabbit by a fierce lion. Its sound was earth-shattering, its potential was like the collapse of a peak, and its misery was like the tears of a cuckoo’s blood. It really made the hearers cry for it, and the watchers feel sad for it, which could not be described in words.
As for the knights, 500 people were almost squashed to 400, and dozens of them cried for their lives under the burial of piles of meat mountains. The luckiest thing is that those who were thrown out far away, although they were almost paralyzed with bruises and broken bones, at least they didn’t fall to the end of being buried alive with flesh and blood, which is lucky.
On the ground, a pool of blood condenses in a moment, and the thirsty earth can’t suck the blood in, let it flow freely and spread around.
Until the smoke rising several feet high slowly falls, the battlefield situation is clearly displayed in front of everyone, and the spike soldiers who screamed and charged stopped, and their mouths were almost wide to their ears, which was unbelievable.
Too bad, really too bad!
Look at that guy, his body is stuck between two piles of flesh and blood, his legs have become patches, and he is soft and swaying below. There are a few bone stubbles embedded in his chest, and his mouth keeps spitting out pieces of meat, including his lungs, his liver and his heart.
I cann’t believe he’s not dead yet Although he wants to die very much, and the horse is going to die, it is true that he is not dead yet. He also can’t do any unnecessary actions, only shoveled his guts out, and at the same time looked at the nearby spike warrior with praying eyes, hoping that someone would have a heart and make up for the "fatal" knife.
Look over there. Is that still a person? Why does the head grow at the waist? His waist and abdomen became a big hole, his head was strangely drilled from the front to the back, and his face was still hung with his own feces and cecum.
I cann’t believe he’s not dead either Still panting and breathing, I accidentally sucked a ball from my mouth into my mouth, which seemed to be his testicles.
These are exposed people, and some are worse than them. Who knows how many more bizarre combinations of man and beast there are in that pile of meat mountain?
Terrible! Terrible! It couldn’t be worse!
Compared with the fate of these knights, the soldiers who were hacked by the spike soldiers were as lucky as winning the lottery. If these knights were still mourning for their own kin before, they were trying to avenge them; Now, they have completely lost their fighting spirit and courage, and only expect themselves to be one of those dead people.
At least, it is always crushed first and then buried alive by a pile of shit!
"Idiot, still stare blankly why! Get them out of there! As long as there is breath, one end can’t be pulled down! "
Tang Qing looked at a bunch of stupid goods in a daze. He wanted a living steel-toed rhinoceros, not those half-dead people. Of course, those people are dead, and they can’t be saved if they want to.
Spike soldiers woke up and were ashamed of their sentimentality. They swarmed with a shout and began to separate the steel-headed rhinoceros with difficulty.
As for those struggling knights who are stupefied, no one cares.
"My mother!" Ou Yezi regrets the coldness of Yan Long Hou, suddenly thinking of his old mother, muttering to himself.
"You butcher!" Seeing that Tang Qinglian didn’t even leave time for people to remember, Long Susu couldn’t help it any longer and snapped at him.
"The butcher is a fart, and Tang Ye is ten times worse than him!" Tang Qing is not ashamed at all, and his expression is too tough to be tough.
"Brother Tang is amazing!" Shuang’er’s eyes were closed, and he didn’t dare to look at the battlefield, but he didn’t forget to cheer for his idol.
Long Susu was so angry that he could only look aside to find ants. Tang Qing side, the wind Xinger was micro, look at his eyes slightly complicated.
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Guan Yun is alive, but his heart is dead.
He wants to die, but he can’t, or he doesn’t want to die like this.
As an imperial general, Guan Yunfei’s strength is beyond doubt. He has been practicing for nearly a hundred years, and his family has provided him with the best materials and medicines. Guan Yunfei can resist the monster beast of level 4, and some even say that even if he faces the monster beast of level 5, he is not without the strength of World War I.
His mount was the first to die, but he was the first to return to normal. At the moment when the steel-toed rhinoceros overturned, Guan Yunfei slammed his feet and rose from the saddle, just like a Dapeng flying into the air.
It was only a short time from being in the air to landing that Guan Yunfei fully realized what it was like to fall into an ice cave, and also fully appreciated what it was like to be sad.