Players Please Respect Yourself

   Chapter 488 Is this a food delivery? (1 more)

When Ah Guang arrived, he saw a skull that was still opening and closing its jaws flying over, and felt the evil aura that was so strong that it couldn't be dissolved. .

   "For the goodness of the worlds!"

   "Crack!"

   Chicken and eggs beat!

  No, it's a big hammer to 'grind' bone meal.

  If the sledgehammer is 80 and the small hammer is 40, Aguang can hit the person who gave the money to bankruptcy.

   A snake cannot do without a head. When the last Four Heavenly Kings fell, the North Road's offensive collapsed.

  The battlefield with a width of nearly ten kilometers is full of players chasing the undead army.

   After the wolf-like tiger players caught up with the bones, they were smashed. When they encountered the upper "Tomb" nation, their ferocity was no less than that of the national server players.

  The cultural relics excavated by Zhentama are handed over to the state?

  Sorry, this is not popular in old beauty.

   In order to hunt down, they quickly reincarnated, abandoned the cumbersome tortoise, and turned into agile snow leopards.

The word   chasing the dead and chasing the north was extremely appropriate at this time.

   Seeing that the overall situation has been settled, the demon king decided to give the subordinate general from the Scorpion Dynasty: "Ahmed, I'll leave it to you here."

  "Me?" The former scorpion prince was a little stunned: "Please forgive me, according to the information, Abyss City should have the absolute upper hand. Your Excellency, isn't it better to take the opportunity to advance?"

"Yes! That's why I leave it to you. You can use the troops directly under Atlantis as you wish, and it doesn't matter if they die." The Demon Empress didn't look back, she took Ayi to the ghost crab's bunker, drifting far away. To say: "For me, the safety of Master Momma is paramount."

   Ahmed bowed deeply.

   He kind of understood. Merit or something, for the two leaders, Kerry and Ashe, all military achievements are not comparable to Jason, who is the core of the Abyss Legion.

  Is this a personal decision?

   Or the foresight of the enemy's backhand?

Having joined for a short time, he did not dare to speculate at all. He raised his hand and said to the quasi-heroes around him: "You all heard it. Human and orc auxiliary soldiers are scattered on the spot to clean up the battlefield. But I need to keep it. A 300-strong shield crab troop is the core force, in case the enemy appears to counterattack. Since Mrs. Kelly is not free, let us lay down the Northeast Road for her as a gift."

   "Oh oh oh oh!" The reincarnated undead heroes, today's reincarnators, raised their weapons high. After the morale shouted like a rainbow, they dispersed to perform their respective duties.

  At the same time, Glaki was yelling and cursing.

  【#!$%^ (Cthulhu rude words, don’t learn little friends)】

   But so what?

   It sinks in and can’t even get out.

   For some reason, from the beginning, the eyes of those fish, shrimp and crabs that besieged it were wrong.

   is full of the breath of 【Gluttony】!

  Those red crab people have unimaginable agility and speed, and seem to be completely unaffected by the dry weather on land.

   Rather than saying that they are the legendary warriors of Atlantis from the underwater world, it is better to say that they feel as if they have lived on land all their lives.

   All kinds of flashing and moving are relaxed and comfortable, full of unrestrained charm.

   But what they were saying was completely different.

  [The name of the **** horse is so hard to get]: "Gatano Toya, Ran * Tigos, Basatan... Glaki, you are the fourth!"

  【Yu Linglingling】: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't taste good! Stir fry it! Some soy sauce! Some chili! It doesn't matter what the taste is."

  【Sanshui Qingxia】: "After those thorns are chopped, chop them up and stir-fry them as bamboo shoots?"

  【Mr Magic Morning】: "No! I think after adding holy water, its body can be used as a cold dish like jelly."

  As a gram-type boss who is very sensitive to spiritual power, Glaaki is very sure that these sick crab people are definitely discussing how to...eat it!

Glaki's tyrannical will fell from the sky, full of destruction and evil. If you change to a normal guy, under this strong spiritual pollution, he probably can't even speak. He can only hold his head and frantically work hard. Pick up your temples or something.

   However, these guys are nothing serious.

  Whether it's a whispering whisper or a strong oily mental pollution, it has some impact on them. It can be felt that after these guys have been eroded by their spirits, there will be less talk.

   The effect is not great!

   The only thing that doesn’t change is the fiery red fruit’s eyes—

eat! eat! eat! eat!

  【What kind of madmen are those raised by the abyss ah ah ah ah ah! ? 】

  Geraki is angry! The spikes on his body suddenly stood up, turning into a pouring rainstorm, splashing in all directions.

   Normally, the spikes pierce the victim's body and inject a special liquid to make the victim an undead slave for him to drive.

   It found itself terribly wrong.

   The opponent's tyrannical individual can block its spikes, or flexibly dodge.

   Even if you can't dodge, there is a lot of chance to block it with the equipment on your body.

   What if he was actually stabbed?

The venom injected into the    spikes is indeed not something that crab people can resist, but the body made of [biomass] will melt in just a few breaths, turning into a mass of mud and high-speed decomposition of carapace.

   But more crab people continue to rush up without fear of death.

   Seeing that he couldn't expand his servants, Glaki had to use his spines to split his clones to counter the crimson monsters that rushed up.

   These are very human-like clones, with decent force, and with just their fists and feet, they can fight on par with many coconut crabs.

   Who knew that the abyss city party actually took out some strange weapons, and with the monotonous explosion, Glaki's clone was killed in large areas.

   It was a very thick iron pipe, mounted on a shelf made of two wheels, and the dark mouth of the pipe periodically spewed flames.

  Sickly, these diabolical prawns don't shy away from blasting cannonballs into the crawlers who are grappling with the servants of Glaaki. Whenever a cannonball blasts their own people into the sky, they are torn apart, and they will even give out cheerful laughter.

  【What a neutral camp! This is clearly chaotic evil! ] Glaaki growled indignantly.

   The [Heavenly Chosen Son], who had just blasted [Junchen Tianya] to the sky with a mortar shot, complained: "Whenever a Macqin machine gun comes in, it will be cool. It's boring to fire too much."

Next to   , [Yuntian Zhiqing] smiled crookedly: "Praise the Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, with six pure pipes, three thousand six hundred rotations per breath, great mercy and compassion to save all sentient beings?"

   "Yes! Exactly!"

   "By the way, don't you think that the three gram-type bosses are serving food now?"

   The sand sculpture family is still clamoring to go back to their hometown to worship their ancestors, alas, the power of tradition is too scary. A bit annoying these days.

   (end of this chapter)