Green blood spurted forward!
The blood and that Berserker beast turned directly into green light spots and dissipated!
As Yang Ming landed, he rolled forward, and the short spear in his hand suddenly spewed a burst of flas. He spun the short spear, burning back the surrounding Berserker beasts and leapt onto the next one.
Yang Ming sounded the horn of counterattack!
A dozen 'people' from the sa team began to launch a counter-siege against this group of Berserker beasts!
The weapons in their hands were of various kinds, already posing a great threat to these Berserkers, and the armor on them could also withstand the onslaught from these Berserkers!
Approximately half a Galaxy Ti later.
Yang Ming wore a sowhat ugly alloy armor, his chest slightly heaving, and the weapon in his hand was now a long sword wrapped in fire snakes.
The ground of the arena was pitted, and the bodies of those Berserker beasts had disappeared without a trace.
Twelve silhouettes gathered behind Yang Ming, each with an extrely solemn expression.
Kolev and 026, the two virtual Thought Bodies who had previously died in battle, returned to the team, their bodies constantly flashing lights, with weapons and armor rapidly upgrading.
"Wow, that was too brutal."
Kolev murmured, "Is it always going to be like this from now on? Do we really have enough people to fight?"
"Aren't there virtual Thought Bodies?" Yang Ming turned to look behind him, frowning, "Dabici, keep an eye on them, don't go all out. If you die here, even if the data are copied, it won't be you anymore but your iteration. We virtual Thought Bodies can't be killed, and Lyu can keep upgrading us."
Dabici, dressed in thorn armor, bowed his head: "Following your will, Father."
Woo——
It was as if the sound of so kind of horn.
The two blood-stained large doors that the Berserkers were guarding slowly opened, and Yang Ming made a gesture, and the fourteen silhouettes behind him dispersed simultaneously.
The door seed to be so kind of dinsional gate, with what appeared to be a plain ahead.
Yang Ming carefully stepped inside the door.
With a rumbling sound, a black line resembling a tsunami appeared ahead, and the black line rapidly enlarged.
The second level is the heavy cavalry of the cold weapon era?
Yang Ming focused his gaze, and soon his sight beca clear—it was a group of gigantic beasts, each over ten ters long, and on each giant beast sat eight or nine 'tribal warriors' dressed like primitives.
No way, is Lyu's taste and imagination so wild?
Yang Ming dared not be careless, tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand, and shouted:
"Let test their strength! You guys hide in the back first!"
With that, he carried the sword and sprinted across the field, the whole world seemingly rolling backward like a scroll of painting.
Looking at it now, Yang Ming realized that Lyu had already gained a foothold, and the most brutal should be the first battle. The rest shouldn't be...
Whoosh!
Two silver-white beams of light shot out from the giant beast's eyes.
Yang Ming's figure was instantly enveloped in the beam and then directly lted, leaving only a few pieces of armor and the Light Sword crashing to the ground.
Damn!
This thing shoots lasers?
Wasn't it supposed to be cold weapon combat!
Boss Yang opened his eyes, back in the arena again, with Kolev and others stayed near the door ahead.
The plain quieted down once more, still an endless prairie.
Yang Ming was enveloped in layers of golden light, quickly restoring his previous appearance, and that sense of added strength returned once more.
"We must go in!"
Yang Ming shouted: "Dabici, you guys wait first! Kolev! 026! We're charging in, the goal is to survive as long as possible, let Lyu upgrade us first!"
"Charge!"
Kolev raised a longbow, scread wildly, and charged into the second level.
026 dragged a three-ter-long machete, following right behind.
Yang Ming deliberately slowed his pace, waiting for Kolev's figure to appear at the 'Resurrection Point', before rushing into the second level, maintaining Lyu's sustained assault on it.
After dying seven or eight tis in a row, each of their team of fourteen sat on...a two-ter-tall little chick—to be precise, that's exactly what it was.
Yang Ming had several black lines on his forehead.
"This is the strategy! Dabici, you guys hold on! Keep charging!"
Cluck, cluck, cluck!
The Battle Chickens let out violent calls, carrying Yang Ming, Kolev, and 026 forward.
Death after death, invasion after invasion, upgrade after upgrade!
The mounts under Yang Ming and the others, finally evolved from little chicks into gigantic flying evil wolves, which could shoot light balls from their opened mouths.
Between ti and sacrifice, there must be a balance.
Yang Ming roared: "Get in there and skirmish!"
The fourteen figures of their team rode the giant wolves into the expanse, with howling cries, launching a counterattack against the beast horde at the edge of the field!
Battle, death.
Invasion, upgrade.
The special agent squad trudged forward, attacking Lyu's defensive programs on bizarre, counter-intuitive battlefields.
The confrontation between Lyu and Lyu beca increasingly fierce.
On the Empire's border, the intensity of the war had reached its peak.
Two Levi's destructor fleets had broken through the defense line, countless chanical Armies swept over more than a dozen Administrative Stars along the way, with more casualties on the New Federation's side, as chanical Armies that broke through the New Federation's border defense line began expanding along the starlit trade routes.
The insane Emperor Guard System intends to annihilate all of humanity, a fact everyone must recognize!
Human soldiers have always been worthy of praise, yet they are a group whose nas won't be recorded in history books.
The White Ghost symbol appeared in the projection of nurous ships.
This white fla beca a guide, an inspiration, leading all soldiers toward the Abyss of death while also guiding these soldiers to shine faintly.
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