Vicious winds whistled out of the gaps left by the giants.

The silver-haired witch pressed her forehead against the hilt of her sword, her hands gripping the blade tightly, the blade slicing through her palm, blood flowing down the long sword, and a vast amount of psionic energy trying to pour into her skull.

Echolar took to heart the warnings of her sisters who could not rest in peace, and tried to keep them out.

Even on Ophelia Seven, when his sisters were stripped of their faces and wailed that they could not die, there had never been such a violent psionic impact.

Through the tears in her eyes, she saw the transcendents of the Retribution Warband scatter, those unconnected to the sea of psionic energy escaping the screaming blades that were rending her mind.

I also saw the assassin Fan Li, whose eyes were wide and his face was covered with cold sweat, as well as the powerful crossbow enchanted in his hand, as well as the hands that were bruised by force.

Ephilar gave the other party a smile of all reassurance as much as possible, and then closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind and block out the influence of psionic energy on him.

The black faceless giant took a slow step, its feet slamming into the streets, shaking the earth, and the ruined houses around it were trampled to pieces like toys.

The giant that eventually stood on the ground was fifteen meters tall, and his broad shoulders looked like he could carry two carriages, and even the paladins in the port area could easily see the giant's body.

But now they can't take care of it, and another trouble is sweeping in from the sea.

A giant octopus more than forty meters long was coming to the surface, its gray-white skin covered with evil eyeballs, and its powerful wrists and feet rolled up an expeditionary warship and threw it ashore.

As it did so, the other brachiopod gathered a large cloud of lightning, and with a swing it knocked down seven or eight gathered paladins.

They didn't even have time to disperse, and they turned to ashes.

St. Tzeentch gave the Demon Hunter a double surprise, everything here became a pawn on his chessboard, and Xu Yichen himself couldn't even be sure if the outcome of this war would be just another pawn on his larger chessboard.

This thought made Xu Yichen feel frustrated, and he began to wonder what the point of fighting for this was that the other party was an evil god who could see through the infinite future, and he was only a player with a little combat power.

In the state of [Mechanized Mind], Xu Yichen can analyze the known information extremely calmly and compare the strength of the two sides, but this kind of reason is even more desperate.

He knew very well that his ideas were correct and that his resistance was pointless.

Xu Yichen in the sky saw Brother Pip, the green skin that had appeared three times, was directing his boys to fire at the black giant, and hundreds of greenskins equipped with big guns fired passionately and loaded.

Xu Yichen even felt like laughing, what use could their weapons be against such an enemy?

But Pip and his men apparently don't see it that way, and in fact they're very happy with the new enemy!

The thick, big giant is so much in line with the greenskin's aesthetic that it would be perfect if you could paint this thing green!

Even the always sensible idea brother who doesn't look like a green-skinned guy is addicted to it, and he dragged out the cannon with the largest caliber on his hand, and personally loaded gunpowder and shells, intending to come to a powerful one!

The [War Calamity] in the hands of the demon hunter seemed to be dissatisfied with the silence of the master, and spontaneously started, and the roaring engine instantly woke Xu Yichen.

No, that's not what I thought! Xu Yichen recognized this temptation, which was like a vicious whisper that led the lost to the end of the world, and a ghost fire that lured people into getting lost in an ancient swamp.

The Demon Hunter descended from the sky and ran on the invisible staircase, his palm pressed towards the rapidly spinning teeth of the [War Scourge], and punished himself with severe pain.

Then he stretched out his blood-soaked palm towards Ephilal, and the large amount of blood almost dyed the other party's silver hair red: "Hold on, we won't let chaos rage for too long." ”

The silver-haired witch nodded silently, the blood of the demon hunter was like an anchor in a storm, pointing straight at the North Star, giving her a chance to regain her balance.

The assassin Fan Li withdrew his fingers in a cold sweat, he almost pulled the trigger just now, if he did that, it is estimated that the crossbow arrow could just shoot his head against the wall.

Of course, it is more likely that the crossbow arrow will be bounced off by the particularly perverted armor at the head, after all, this crossbow arrow is a crossbow arrow for spiritual energy that Yang Yuefan is looking for.

A guy from the relevant department will always keep a hand on his teammates and be ready to punish his teammates at any time.

One second they were allies, and the next second they became enemies, and they saw a lot.

Paladin Dale Seaworth stumbled along the ruins in the direction of the expeditionary force, having been knocked unconscious by a corpse on the battlefield, and when he was lucky enough to wake up instead of being chopped into dumpling stuffing by a passing green skin, the war in Wangxiang City had come to a crumbling path.

He didn't know who summoned the dark clouds and lightning in the sky, nor did he know when the little chaos monsters all over the ground came out, and he didn't know what was going on with the black giant behind him, but he knew that the giant octopus that was raging in front of him was definitely his trouble.

Just seconds earlier, a battleship belonging to the Expeditionary Force had flown over his head, destroying half a street of buildings, and Seaworth was sure that there could be no survivors in the collision.

He didn't know who was commanding the paladins right now, but he was sure that it was a mistake, as the paladin expeditionary force hadn't been withdrawn from the port area yet.

The two warships are fearlessly fighting the giant monster with their giant crossbows, which is definitely the way to die.

Dale Seaworth climbed a nearby tower and prayed to the Lord of the Dawn while unfolding his most precious scroll, a large morale-boosting scroll, but the only reason Seaworth used it now was because it produced a dazzling light and was conspicuous enough.

He needed to let the paladins know about his existence.

The half-elves hide in a cellar with a mixed team, which is made up of new Chinese players, EU players, and American Emperor players.

They were all silent at this point, because on the ground, the black giant was passing two blocks away.

"Did you expect to encounter such an enemy?" Lady, the half-elf, felt that every time she saw the demon hunter was a heartbeat, and the purpose of his existence was to make big news.

"Hehe, that's right, we not only expected it, but we prepared it." One of the EU players snorted in frustration and showed the others his gear.

This Assassin type brought four daggers and twelve throwing knives, which together were not enough for the giant outside to pick his teeth.