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Arno is on the planet where Li Yuanming is located, in a mysterious mysterious space hidden.

A man in a strange mask let out a terrifying angry cry like a ghost crying wolf, "Fools, what real idiots, they have done everything that should be done, and besides, everyone in the village of Zhenjia who has the slightest ability to attack has been transferred by our people, and you idiots still haven't been able to successfully transport things back to me." “

In front of the strange masked man, kneeling were also people wearing the same black veil, terrified of their masters.

"Back to the Lord, we useless wastes have ruined the Lord's plan, and we have nothing to ask for but to die quickly, and pray that the Lord will give us a whole corpse. “

If the light had been brighter, it would have been seen that those who were kneeling on the ground were all covered in bruises and begging for a quick death, just to be freed from the torment that was more painful than death.

"Everything has success or failure, at first, I thought that I could get the full support of Brother Yu, with his familiarity with the entire mining area, if you want to win this mining area, it is just a gesture, but as a result, Brother Yu is still a fiasco. The master wearing a strange mask, sitting on the platform, facing the prisoner-like subordinates below, told Yu Yuanjie without any emotion.

"The Lord believes in an outsider, in the cunning and changeable natives, which is not what we Arno warriors would like to see, and we would rather use our own blood to create a holy empire of our own than pin our hopes on the useless people who are occupied. “

Hearing the man kneeling on the ground, talking about his mistakes in that strange tone, the lord with the air of a king suddenly laughed, "Mean, no, fools, you are indeed so cute that I like it, listen, you can't do it yourself, but you put the blame on Lao Tzu, I want to hear what other reasons you have, and what reasons do you have." “

Those minions, although they didn't dare to raise their heads and look at their masters, they were really not afraid of death, and said to the masked man, "Lord, after Yu Yuanjie's frontal fight, at night, under the leadership of the third prince, we went to the mining area to sneak attack again, plus now, we have eliminated all kinds of terrible opponents, but in the end, it is still unsuccessful, all of this, only for one reason, that is, there is a hidden ability in the village of Yujia that surpasses the reality of this planet." “

"What, you're like some bricks, who have reduced everything that you can't solve to some mysterious, unknowable power. You don't want to say that we Arnault people have encountered terrible aliens, for the people of this planet, we Arno people, that is, aliens with super powers. “

The man in the strange mask felt that his subordinates were all alarmist, and even, in his opinion, even if the subordinates did encounter alien beings, no one would be their opponent of the Arno.

"Lord, you've always been too confident and optimistic. Today, if we hadn't escaped too fast, and if we had used the most advanced anti-tracking methods, we would all have died on it, and none of us would have been able to recover. “

"What kind of bullshit anti-tracking means, to put it mildly, is that when you meet an opponent, you can slip faster than a rabbit. You can figure it out to me, your combat readiness is the most luxurious lineup in the entire Arno people. Didn't you see a ghost, and you were scared like this. “

"Yes, Lord, we still feel that we have met a ghost, and there is no shadow, and we can't see where our opponent is lurking. However, the scars on our bodies are real. Look, Lord, can the people on this planet develop such a powerful and lethal weapon?"

It was the leader of the group of minions who spoke, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of tearing his clothes, and the man had already torn the clothes from his chest, revealing the scars under the torn clothes.

"Ah, that's right, these people's weapons surpass ours for more than one era. Our so-called cutting-edge technology, in front of others, is simply more rubbish than toys used by three-year-old children. “

The one called the Lord came down from the throne and walked over to his group of subordinates, carefully examining the signs of his wounds, and then, the rage that had been before, combined with the utter distrust of his subordinates, had now turned into a cold sweat from the inside out.

"Fortunately, fortunately, after my inspection, I have seen that it is not your so-called escape technique that has played a role at all, if our opponents who are hiding in the shadows do not open up to you, you will not be able to come back even if you grow a few more legs. Yes, there is definitely no way to escape. “

"Come, stand on the space-time exchanger, I can't find out the opponents hiding in the shadows, but at least I can restore you from an unprepared situation and an instant defeat. “

The man wearing the strange mask said in a very calm voice, and as a result, those people all stood under a very cutting-edge instrument, quietly waiting for the picture of their fiasco, which was simulated by the machine that reversed time and space.

"See, your contact with your opponent is no more than 0.03 seconds at most, and in such a short period of time, it's no wonder that you are covered in bruises, you have already been attacked by the opponent hundreds to thousands of times without knowing your opponent. “

"From the analysis of the trajectory of the attack at that time, we can roughly estimate that the opponent's aircraft, in terms of size, is at least 100,000 times the size of our team. Come to think of it, you're embarrassed to say that you're using the most advanced escape techniques, and I blush for you. “

"Now, you can see clearly, the strength of the other party is completely possible to kill all of us in seconds, people don't kill, just warn, there is only one situation, they are the same as us, the target is a mysterious substance in that ore. “

The man who was called the Lord, who had always worn a mysterious mask on his face, said in a very helpless and frightened voice.

"Lord, you, you are growing the morale of others and destroying our own prestige, according to you, we Arnaults, in front of those shadowless opponents, do not have the slightest interstellar combat ability. This, how is this possible?"

The injured people seemed very unconvinced, especially when it came to the future, and they were not so desperate. I want to talk about "The Burning Soldier King of the Beautiful President" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~