The Record of Unusual Creatures

Although Caracius and the Pope did not know what the concept of space firepower was, but when they saw the terrible and huge-scale mechanical equipment and saw the horrified expression on Gordon’s face, they surely determined and determined these things. It can cause tons of damage to Lockerton. It is definitely more powerful than a group of big magisters.

"So the scale..." King of the Mountains, Gordon, was shocked for a whole minute before he spoke again. His eyes were thunderous and his voice was a little trembling. "When are you..."

"After I came to this world and learned about the threat of Lockerton, they have already begun to arrange outside," said Hao Ren. The slight adjustment between the words is the real timetable. In fact, the data terminal and Nolan are After he and Lily just fell into Colo, they started setting up the fort outside, but after pushing the matter to confirm the threat of Lockerton, the whole process would be more acceptable. "You should already know, I It's not the Kolo people, but the world from the 'outside'. I have seen many things like Lockerton in the process of many world adventures, so we are familiar with similar situations."

"You are really familiar with the planning of these things..." Gordon groaned, but the snoring of the giant sounded like a thunder. "These things are disturbing. To be honest, they can be used not only to deal with Locke Marton." ""

Hao Ren smiled and said: "I also tell the truth, if I want to deal with Colo, I can always put this thing together."

Gordon seems to have a smile: "Besides Locke Marton, everything else can be put back. Well, after seeing these things, I think your plan is really feasible. Ah, even I started to expect Rockyton to be these It’s time to cover things, but before that, I have to confirm... are they really as powerful as they seem? And I can only recognize some of them as weapons... they are the foundation of our original arrangement. Firepower is not the same, so you need to demonstrate it."

"Of course, no problem," Hao Ren said, he went to poke the data terminal. "You put the product description."

The data terminal flew up before Hao Ren’s finger poked on himself: “Don’t say it, don’t poke!”

Then it opens the holographic projection and demonstrates the scene in which a part of the artillery is tested in space.

After the video demonstration, Hao Ren opened his hands: "You see, stable and reliable, and all have high precision and power. Most small artillery can do thousands of hours of continuous fast shooting until it There is no performance degradation until the core meltdown. In addition to its amazing power, heavy artillery has a fast tracking and fast-stroke capability that exceeds its shape. It can track any moving target below the speed of light in real time, as well as non-encrypted super. Time and space escape target..."

Nangong poked Lily with a tail tip in May: "When did the landlord change to be an arms dealer?"

"The landlord is crazy, don't worry."

"Hey? I haven’t noticed before, what happened to your tail?"

"You shut up!! Can't I serve the people?"

Hao Ren is indeed inexplicably entering the arms dealer mode. After two minutes of high, he suddenly wakes up and hurry to stop: "Cough, in short, these things are still quite reliable, at least in terms of power, you can organize them here. Fighting is strong, and they are not afraid of the mental attack of Lockerton."

“I feel that your plan is more mature than ever and has unprecedented operability,” Gordon said with a serious look. “There is only one problem. Locke Marton will definitely not get into your trap honestly. Even if someone suddenly opens the prison gate, its first reaction is definitely not to go out happily, but to be more vigilant. How do you make it believe that the channel that suddenly appears in front of you is not a trap, but really an opportunity What?"

Hao Ren smiled: "It certainly won't jump in, so I have a matching plan for this, but first I need some help from you..."

In the eternal evening of the nightmare world, the melodious bell of the city of the gods sounded.

First, the city’s tallest and oldest clock tower, the “Morning Star Tower,” sounded the first bell. Then, the bells in the church area should be heard, followed by the civilian, commercial, and plaza... The clock towers of the entire city began. The sound rang, the ancient mechanical structure ran awkwardly, drove the heavy hammer, sprinkled a burst of roar to the whole city, and sprinkled it to the entire wilderness outside the city.

The chanting ceremony of the city of the gods, only in the beginning of the chaos battle of each century, this ritual will be held under the guidance of the Pope and the witness of the 12th Cardinal Mission, the holy city is announced in a bell and drum way. At the beginning of the chaotic year, when all the bells sounded, the most elite knights and combat priests of the troupe will board the magical warships and cross-continental portals and go to the front lines of various secular kingdoms to help the various kingdoms fight. The tide of chaos, until the end of the war, the surviving warriors carrying the roster's roster back to the city of the gods, the monks will blow the horn at the top of the bell tower to declare the end of the chaotic war, the beginning of the order year.

This should be the first time in history. At the moment when the chaotic war is not over, the city of the gods will ring again.

This is the bell that announces the upcoming decisive battle.

Compared with the bell ritual at the beginning of the war of chaos, this time the bell ritual appears to be thin and simple, because six bishops in the 12 Cardinal Bishops have sacrificed their lives in order to transfer the city of the gods to the forgotten abyss. All the remaining bishops, even the Pope himself, will personally participate in the next big battle. The only people who presided over the ceremony on the clock tower and the city walls and high platforms were young monks and widows who were not elected to the death squad.

But in contrast, leaving the city in Zhongming Qiming, it is an unprecedented force to go to the battlefield.

Hao Ren and Wei Wei'an, Lily and others stood on a still intact wall, watching the huge team below as if they were on a plain forest. All the knights are fully armed, all the soldiers are fighting high spirits, all the monks are determined, they are dressed with neat weapons and protective gear, the sacred magic light is floating on the rifle and the staff, and the golden flag is in battle. Hunting and flying on various nodes, the jumping of the order sparks puts a shimmer on the faces of the warriors.

But apart from this, the team did not have any extra sound.

There are no accompanying military bands, and there are no encouraging slogans and preachings. This is a team that has carved the battlefield in the bones and has no intention of surviving. They have a goal, the goal is at the end of the plain, they are silent. On the journey, I am ready to fall anywhere on this journey. In the silence, I can only hear the sound of a step into the ground, as if the thunder rolled over the earth.

Several huge figures also crossed the wall and appeared in the field of vision.

King of the mountains, Gordon, King of Fire, Gulas, King of Thunder, Keno, King of the Wind, Affinna...

Ten classical prisoners walked in the queue. Today, a thousand years later, they finally returned to this battlefield and once again fought side by side with their mortal brothers.

After the main queue was separated from the city wall, the last very special force finally appeared.

It was a group of swaying armor, empty robes, and a glimpse of shimmering glimmers. They followed the first echelon and walked silently like a group of strange undeaded forces.

In fact, it is indeed the army of the undead. They are the collection of the pope. The power of the dead, as mentioned in the mouth of the body, is condensed by the ancestors buried in the city of the gods.

For 10,000 years, countless devout and tough saints have been buried deep in the underground palaces of the city of the gods. These great souls fought for the order of the world before their death. Even after death, their souls did not choose to rest in peace. About one-third of these souls are taken to the eternal battlefield of the Forgotten Abyss, fighting alongside the Warden Corps, and two-thirds remain in the City of the Gods, continuing to shelter the land in the world of the dead. In this "Sacred City Transmission" plan, almost 60% of the dead who stayed in the city of the gods sacrificed themselves, and gathered enough energy to complete the big sky under the eyes of Lockerton. Transmission, and now in front of Hao Ren, is the rest of the soul.

In this world of ignorance and nightmare, they can play the power of life and complete the last battle.

When a branch crossed the gate and gradually drifted away on the plain, Hao Ren gently lifted his shoulder and said to the data terminal in the spiritual connection: "Is everything arranged?"

The "right" data terminal responded briskly. Although it was so close to Hao Ren, the two still chose to talk through the spiritual connection. "With such a strong thing, the machine will not be delayed."

"Well," Hao Ren's expression is unchanged, still standing on the wall to review the appearance of the troops. "Now, I will open up my access to the portable space, and inform Nolan, you can go to the 'plan point' and connect The main reaction furnace."

"This machine understands."

"Is it necessary to do such a big battle?" The voice connection suddenly inserted Vivian's voice. "If you estimate the mistake, the aftermath is big. Trouble."

"I won't go wrong. I used to touch the 'scientific slate' left by the goddess of creation. Although I didn't fully understand the information recorded in it, I probably know some insider about Lockerton. It is not an ordinary demigod. The background is far more profound than the ordinary eldest son and the guardian giant..." Hao Ren replied, "And even if it is a mistake, it is a good thing. The danger of the whole plan is much less. After the aftermath, you can say it later, you can't go back and write the check... ..."

"Well, it makes sense."

Quiet in the spiritual connection, Hao Ren looked up and looked at the end of the Scorched Plain.

In the distance, the pioneers of the Legion have arrived near the horizon.

Behind the dusk clouds, a storm is brewing.

Locke Marton undoubtedly noticed this legion, and the ubiquitous chaotic forces are gathering.

The nightmare's minions will not sit by and watch such a legion to challenge the throne of the Spiral Hill. From the vision of the horizon, it can be judged that the first confrontation will begin.

Next will be the journey of thorns and war. (~^~)