The drama between the Yandi Legion and the Abyss Legion is not over yet, anyway, no matter which side it is, I have watched enough of the drama.

The food that was snatched back was not necessarily safe, and it was later found that nearly half of it was poisonous, and the rest had to be processed before it could be eaten, and then, there were still 100 or dozens of people who vomited and diarrhea after eating it.

In fact, it is poisonous or something, it is all a misunderstanding, but all the grain products that come out of the 1024 God's Abandoned Land have something similar to [fire poison], and the people of the Yandi Legion are used to the water and soil of the Valley of the Tides, so they naturally can't stand it.

The first batch was specially made and purified by Wang Hao. This time, Rachel borrowed food (physics), and naturally there were many pits.

At least in the eyes of others, Rachel, who is still the head of the eldest sister, won a big victory.

There are also different voices in the Abyss Legion.

"My lord, are we really going to let that woman go like this?" Even if they knew that their boss was actually a redeemer and was bullied to the head, there were still many heroes who couldn't swallow this breath, and even Tucker, the paladin, couldn't look at it.

In this regard, Wang Hao smiled.

"Lannister...... Ahem, my Jason Momoa has a debt to pay!"

A certain shameless demon king stole a quote from Game of Thrones. It's okay to fool others, but you can't fool the demon queen and Ash who fall in love with watching American dramas!

It was really hard for them to resist the urge to complain.

But when he turned his head, all the heroes in the hall showed a knowing smile at the same time, except for a certain dragon girl.

Ao Xiaowu finally couldn't help it, and smacked fiercely: "Jason, you're a bastard!"

Well, everyone's anger is gone.

Anyone who has been in the abyss camp for a long time knows about the old dragon.

Ren Lao Long is like a ghost, counting the heavens and the earth to pit Wang Hao, and in the end, it is not the father's debt and the daughter's repayment!

Tiny Rachel...... Hehe!

Guys, suddenly I'm not annoyed again.

No one knows what Rachel thinks, but the two or five boys lurking in the Guardian camp have long reported everything.

In the darkness, communication continued.

"What do you think of the conflict between Josephine and Momoa?"

"It's still within the rules, dead people, but it doesn't hurt the vitality. The key is that Emperor Yan's people still got food. ”

Looking at the essence through the surface of the conflict, a real chess player will not care how many pawns die below, but will only look at the direction of the overall situation.

The boss of the three heads said angrily in a determined tone: "Jason Momoa is funding that woman in disguise!"

On the spot, an anti-king scolded angrily: "That bastard!"

But there was an anti-king who retorted: "If you can't talk about it, he will still be a 'loyal minister', and if you get to that position, the result will probably be the same." Looks like we're not showing a big fist enough!"

All the anti-kings turned their eyes to the skinny projection, which was an undead anti-king.

"Hmph!" a cold snort was the response of this one.

The [Dead Matter] snowball play method is originally quite inexplicable - kill the enemy, ignore the enemy's attributes, and directly extract a large amount of [Dead Matter] from its corpse, create stronger, larger undead monsters, and kill more enemies.

In fact, on several other fronts, the Deathbringers fought with great vigour, and they all forced the defenders back into the main cities, basically paralyzing the other side's food production.

I had no choice but to run into those strange fish, shrimp and crabs.

A combo that seems to be unsolvable, and it will be broken cleanly.

Presented in the magic mirror image are the fish, shrimp and crab people carrying bags of explosives.

These sick guys, the weak ones, rushed up directly and blew themselves up.

If you are strong, you will fight with Deathbringer for 300 rounds first, and then blow yourself up if you can't win.

really won the battle, immediately ignored any paste rules, and rushed up to break the corpse.

Chop the meat in the front, make soup on the fire in the back, and finally raise Nima's ashes, one-stop service to ensure that the assembly line is sent to the end.

What to feed the dogs, wash the face with sulfuric acid, brush the pot with water! Messy, how disgusting and how to come.

Soon, these guys experimented with the upper and lower limits of [dead matter].

The so-called "life" and "death" are only a relative boundary.

Just as human brain death is defined as death, the Abyss Legion can extract biomass from the carcasses of indigenous animals, which are biological cells that have not yet completely died.

Shaping fish, shrimp and crabs with [biomass] is a ridiculously fast cell proliferation in the concept of galactic biology.

Dead matter, on the other hand, is the extraction of dead cells from a corpse.

This is not a normal collection of carrion, but an extraction of negative energy-like biological energy and cellular tissue from dead cells. This has a premise, the dead body must be relatively intact, otherwise the death energy will be lost too much, and the mass of [dead matter] will plummet.

There is no need for a demon king to test it himself, and the vast number of players with magical powers have tried out a data that is infinitely close to the correct answer - the integrity of the corpse must be more than 70%.

"Oh, isn't it just a whip corpse? We are professional in this!" [Chu Jiayun] read out the [professional] line that made Wang Hao want to complain very much.

In these years, even Brother Hei carried the coffin, and the screen was full of the words "professional".

Many times, Wang Hao wanted to ask, "What is there that you are not professional?", but in the end he held back.

However, these elite players are really his [professional].

Conclusion 1: Regardless of friend or foe, the integrity of the corpse must be low!

Conclusion 2: If there is too much difference in strength, [Dead Matter] will be directly extracted by seconds and space. This involves racial hierarchies and one's own hierarchies.

To put it simply, low-level races such as crayfish and green turtles should not be sent over.

For melee combat, the Naga with race level 6 is the safest, although the self-destructor can reduce the requirement to a low-level coconut crab.

Supplemented by self-exploding soldiers and dominated by elite players, players were stunned to have achieved outstanding results in this [Nightmare-level Dungeon].

By the way, the reputation of the Abyss Legion on the side of the Guardians......

The wind stinks for ten miles!

It can't be helped, it's a cultural difference.

There are too many people in the Celestial Empire, and they all pay attention to scientific burials.

Who still uses coffins these days?

There is an urn that gives face.

He who planted trees scattered in the sea.

Everyone is used to it.

But the Yan Emperor and the paladins next door are still in the ground for peace, and there will be ghosts when they can see the players of the Celestial Empire.

This kind of visible estrangement is really Wang who ran to Rachel and shouted, 'I'm a good person', and most of them didn't believe it.

It was in this atmosphere of constant infighting among the guardians that the anti-kings finally made a big move.

On May 19th, Celestial Empire time, the land of redemption for all guardians welcomed a special villain at the same time.

It was wrapped in tattered black robes, and black weapons erupted from every hole in the robe that rolled in the wind.