My fort has a caliber of three thousand meters

The old man stood there, looking tired and deep in thought.

if

If this method mastered by Chen Jiang could be shared with the human race, wouldn't it be possible for the human race to go from decline to overlord in an instant?

At this time, Chen Jiang was standing on the spot, looking at the sinkhole not far away.

Holding the cane with both hands, feeling the night breeze and the slight heat, he quietly admired it with a smile on his lips.

A heavy truck.

In exchange, 270,000 kills.

The Zerg in that sinkhole were denser and more vocal than he imagined.

At the same time, it also brought him 2.70,000 human merit points.

Only players from other races who kill humans and declare war, or foreign players who declare war on humans, will be rewarded with 1 merit point.

Killing other alien races will reward you with 0.1 human merit points.

The race kill rankings are based on the number of kills, not the merit points of the human race.

In terms of merit, he suffered a loss this time.

After spending hundreds of thousands of human merit points, I got back 27,000 merit points.

But there are many more precious props.

A blood-stained white shirt with the ability to almost stop time.

An enlarged version of the space bracelet.

A ticket for a large-scale event, a feast of gluttony, and a piece of debris destroyed in the war.

Of course, these are not the most important.

the most important is.

Those damn Zerg in the sinkhole have been wiped out, which means that he can now go to another ruins field next to the original site of City 18 without any hindrance to collect a large number of semi-scrap props.

This means that his turret will be greatly strengthened.

People always say that firearms are external forces and are not reliable. Only by improving one's personal abilities is great power.

but--

At that moment, a cannon barrel with a caliber of three thousand meters or even thirty thousand meters slowly emerged from the illusory door above the head, and pointed the muzzle at the person who said this.

That person will shut up because of it.

When the caliber reaches a certain level, it falls out of the category of firearms.

That's called heavenly punishment!

Then, Chen Jiang's eyes flashed with anticipation, and with a smile on his lips, he sat straight into the driver's seat, ready to press the accelerator and head to the ruins site he had never been to.

18 Outside the city, there are two ruins.

One of them, he has basically finished searching.

As for the other one, he has never been there.

On this trip, he was going to another ruins site that he had never been to.

etc!

Just as he was about to hit the accelerator, he suddenly realized something with a frozen face. In the shocking explosion just now, could the ruins escape the disaster?

To be honest, it feels a little bad.

Chen Jiang sat in the driver's seat and was silent for a while, then got out of the car and activated the seven-eyed mechanical wings to fly in the air, looking at the sinkhole at the original site of City 18.

as expected.

The ruins field had not escaped, and it was burning with thick flames.

It's basically useless.

In this case, the only option is planb.

Fengfeng. Master Feng Jiutian.

The edge of a cliff in a valley.

Feng Jiutian, who had a calm face, put his hands behind his back and stood there, looking into the night in the distance, standing there quietly as if nothing had happened.

The subordinates standing at the table looked slightly frightened, racking their brains and thinking of how to comfort Lord Feng Jiutian.

But after stammering for a long time, I couldn't get a word out.

This is not to blame for his stupidity. The main reason is that Master Feng Jiutian was slapped so hard this time that he felt pain.

First, three global loudspeakers were sent in one day, and they began to clamor and declare war on the human player.

Moreover, he kept brushing up the racial kill rankings.

As for the human player, except for replying to a global speaker with no real meaning at noon, he never spoke again. Even the number of racial kills did not change, as if he had given up.

Then, as it was approaching 12 o'clock, the racial kill rankings were about to end.

That human player.

In one minute, more than 200,000 alien players were killed.

He overtook Master Feng Jiutian in an instant without saying a word, and the gap that opened up was simply despairing, and it was difficult to resist.

as well as

Keep calling.

Keep calling.

Where are the people, withered? You haven't barked all day, and now you don't talk anymore?

Tsk, trash.

The global loudspeakers that almost swiped the screen and contained strong insults broke through Lord Feng Jiutian's last psychological defense line.

If Master Feng Jiutian was furious at this moment, he would not be so frightened.

But Master Feng Jiutian was looking into the distance extremely calmly at this time. He had been standing here quietly for nearly half an hour without moving a step.

Not to mention furious, there was not even a trace of emotion on his facial expression.

It's as if Xiang doesn't care about this matter at all.

But the more this happened, the more terrified he became.

My lord.

The subordinate standing aside stuttered and said timidly: That human player must have had some shitty luck, or simply cheated.

I

Just when he was about to say something.

Feng Jiutian, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, suddenly interrupted with a calm expression: In the last Ten Thousand Races Arena, did anyone kill 270,000 people in a single day on the third day of the race kill list?

No, no. The man standing aside said hurriedly: When the last racial kill ranking list started, it was not until the 17th day that there was an alien player who had more than 10,000 kills in a single day.

yes.

Feng Jiutian murmured with a slightly dazed expression: At the beginning of the last racial kill rankings, it was not until the 17th day that a foreign player exceeded 10,000 kills in a single day, but this time it was only the third day. The number of kills alone reached 270,000.”

grown ups.

No need to comfort.

Feng Jiutian came back to his senses, paused for a while, then looked at the galaxy in the distance and said calmly: What is the greatest advantage of the mechanical race?

Having experienced the Ten Thousand Races Arena once, I know the secret information of all subsequent activities.

It is to start the war on the mainland, know the news about Ten Thousand Races Arena several years in advance, and prepare for it in advance.

What the mechanical race should do is to fully utilize its own advantages.

Dominating the race kill rankings is just an insignificant plan in the machine race's plan.

If you lose, you lose.

It has no impact on the overall situation.

Next, I will no longer pay attention to that human player. When the overall situation of the machine clan is determined and the general trend is overwhelming, that human player Chen Jiang will pay the price he deserves for his words today.

Just a clown.

I wouldn't care at all.

yes!

The subordinate standing aside breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care whether Master Feng Jiutian really thought this way, but as long as he didn't vent his anger on him, it was fine.

Having said that, Master Feng Jiutian relied on the meat grains that he had prepared long ago to kill so many aliens in one day. What did the human player Chen Jiang rely on?