Chapter 798: Far South, It's Ours! (Page 1/1)

Outside the harbor, three huge warships were cleaning the sea of alien creatures, and what looked like a highly toxic solution was dumped into the sea in barrels and barrels, staining the already filthy sea a bright orange.

The pungent smell could be smelled even on the walls of the inner city, and the soldiers and sailors on the other side of the harbor had already put on purification masks in the shape of crows' beaks.

In less than five minutes, countless corpses were attached to the surface of the sea, almost covering the sea in layers.

"A world without OPC (International Organization for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons) is convenient, huh?" Yang Yuefan leaned on the arrow and stomped in the direction of the port, half of the battle accelerant had been smoked: "Good news, bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" ”

"Bad news, I'm used to preparing for the worst first." Xu Yichen took a combat accelerant from Yang Yuefan, snapped his fingers and lit it: "Moreover, no matter how bad it is, what can it be?" ”

"That's right, it's just an endless battle, an endless enemy, human beings have never stopped since their birth, and they have to live the same life." Yang Yuefan smiled silently: "Anyway, we have registered with the Lord of Dawn this time, and when the Far South region is completely opened, it is estimated that there will be a god to punish it that day." ”

"My former teacher told me not to worry about tomorrow's troubles, especially in our business, which is superfluous." Xu Yichen spit out a particularly full smoke ring, feeling very accomplished: "Good news? ”

Yang Yuefan knocked on the side of the city wall, straightened his collar, and looked at the demon hunter very formally: "From today onwards, the Far South realm belongs to us!" If you want someone, you want guns, you want money, and if you don't accept it, you will fight until he obeys! ”

As if it was reflecting Yang Yuefan's words, the Dingyuan in the distance slowly moved its huge body, and roared at a certain location outside the city, and countless cannonballs were poured over!

"Spread out! Disperse! Pull out of formation and don't get together! Dale Seaworth screamed, but he couldn't stop the artillery fire from covering the heads of the Paladin.

No way, who made them the biggest militants in the vicinity, even the Holy Warrior Expeditionary Force itself could think of using hot air balloons for battlefield reconnaissance, not to mention the demons in the loess area.

A dozen knights in the sky soar through the air on flying mounts that resemble griffins, acting as artillery scouts for the guns on the battleships, all of whom are professionally trained to provide accurate coordinates.

Dale Seaworth's heart was broken, and in the end, there were less than eighty priests left who were safely evacuated with him, and most of them were paladins with good physical strength and experience.

The priests were basically wiped out, leaving only a few high-ranking priests who rushed out with the holy warriors with their stronger bodies than ordinary warriors, and none of the remaining priests who relied on connections and money to take office ran away.

War is like the indefinite history of evolution, the weak are weaker, and the strong are immortal.

As for the captains and sailors who were not even transcendents, they were all wiped out, and only the fleet commander made it out of Wangxiang City alive under the desperate protection of Dale.

Not all of them died at the hands of the Seris, and when the giant Chaos Kraken appeared, they had to execute a large number of mortals who were hallucinating or delirious.

Chaos is not to be looked at, especially the big ones, the bigger the more dangerous, if there is enough time, maybe the priests can save half the soul, but they don't have time.

The Seris helped them with the rest, and Dale Seaworth swore that even if they practiced for another hundred years, they would not be as good as the soldiers in red armor.

The three giant ships, a total of 800 soldiers, all wore the same red armor, and it is worth mentioning that these armors were all enchanted armor.

The shoulder armor is inscribed with a weight-loss circle to ensure that these soldiers do not drown in the sea because they are wearing metal armor, the cuirass is inscribed with a resistance circle, the leg armor provides twice-daily short-range acceleration, and most importantly, the helmet, which provides simple psychic protection.

This kind of posture of a big dog has blinded the eyes of many people, but in the eyes of those who have a heart, these shapes are exactly the same, and even the armor that is enchanted is meticulous represents more.

"I'm afraid our previous conclusion was right, the Seris have mastered better technology than us, and we are completely defeated in manufacturing." The Witch King's consciousness collided in the Sanctuary of the New World, exchanging ideas with each other: "Although these enchantments are still inferior, this is clearly a mass-produced model. ”

"Maybe we should consider working with the Seris, why not find the best if we want to cooperate?" Another voice spoke: "I don't see commendable qualities in those who call themselves American imperialists. ”

"They're easier to control and these Seris are too dangerous for us." A golden-masked witch-king vibrated the air, causing voices to emerge from all directions: "We don't know anything about their world, it's not worth the risk." ”

"They don't know anything about our world, but they're still here, shouldn't we go and see it too?" The Witch King, who was the first to speak, said, "A simple soul projection technique is not difficult for us, and they can't really hurt us in that world, just as we can't really hurt them in this world. ”

"Agree, I'm inclined towards peaceful contact, we have enough enemies, and it's an absolute miracle of probability to find a world where we can communicate peacefully." Another Witch King spoke, and soon more voices were heard.

"Against, they have gained a foothold in our world, I think they should be eliminated first, and then we will talk about cooperation, otherwise we will be in a weak position."

"Agree, the victory or defeat in the mortal world should not affect our judgment, you are too extreme, and too young, don't bring your personal position into the communication of the Witch King."

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On one side, the Witch Kings are arguing with each other, and on the other side, local reinforcements have taken over the clean-up of Wangxiang City.

At the same time, Yang Yuefan also took over the command from the commander of the landing force and generously gave all players a holiday.

Xu Yichen directly gave Yang Yuefan the transaction list of the half-elves, and at this time, Yang Yuefan was discussing the details of the transaction with Radia in the secret room.

He couldn't read the technology and knowledge that could be transferred on the list, and he couldn't determine the value of it, but he knew that the price of the Ayn-El clan was definitely lower.

What kind of 'high price' can a civilization that can sell "On the Calculation and Construction of the Basic Magic Node of the Void Ship" for 300 tons of pure metal?

Buy, buy, buy!

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