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In front of the door of the 3rd Migration Regiment spaceship. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Faster than those warriors, I'll drink at night."

"Why are you so generous today?"

"Nonsense, gambling money."

The two gunners took up the bazookas, fired a volley, and blasted the hatch open.

Four gunners turned on the optical camouflage, took stealth, and rushed in. The invisibility cloak came from the space station to touch the corpse.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

A huge explosion drew in the guards. Dozens of archers walked in front, and before they could rush around the corner, bows and arrows flew like rain with auto-guided skills.

This tactic is often very safe and effective, killing the enemy out of sight before they even encounter it.

But nothing was heard, except for the sound of a large pile of arrows falling to the ground.

The guard waved his hand, and seven or eight archers rushed out of the corner, each with a number of arrows on their bows. This is to shoot several people together, and it is estimated that the other party may be stealth, and the guide arrow is ineffective, so you have to come out of the platoon.

When. The sound of a few metal objects rolling down.

"Grenade! Lie down! ”

It was too late to shout, and several high-explosive grenades exploded at the feet of the archers who were preparing to fire, instantly turning them into minced meat.

Dizziness and tinnitus.

A few gunshots rang out, and the guards around the captain were shot in the head.

"Vines!"

The captain pushed with both hands, and a large vine with trembling tentacles grew in front of him. There were four places where the vines were so dense that they seemed to be winding around something.

"Four stealthy enemies, shoot and shoot!"

According to the captain's instructions, dozens of archers drew their bows neatly and condensed their magic power at the tips of the arrows.

Suddenly, something seemed to be whistling.

"It's a rocket, spread out!"

Too late, a rocket drove from outside the door into the corner and exploded into the wall, engulfing most of the guards in the explosion.

Their formation was a little too dense, and the cannon bombarded the archers so that they couldn't get up for the time being.

Several gunmen rushed in with flamethrowers and burned the vines.

The captain of the guard saw that the situation was not good.

Today, the guards happened to be at the regular meeting, and they were basically here, and they all rushed over when they heard the bombing. Just such a hatch, dozens of archers are in charge, and they are guaranteed to come in and die one by one. But unexpectedly, it was the stealth soldiers who rushed in first, so they were let in so easily, and it turned into a state of firefight. Originally, the vines could not only locate the invisible, but also effectively hinder the enemy's advance, and the battle situation was favorable to the guards. But now they were stunned with a single shot, and they burned all the vines, and even the stealth soldiers were burned together.

"Where did these lunatics come from! Regroup now and shoot! The captain shouted.

The guards scrambled to their feet and fired at the gunners. A bow and arrow with magic power is higher than a rifle in terms of single damage, but it is far worse than a rifle in terms of flat shooting.

Seeing the four stealth soldiers being dragged away by their companions in smoke, the captain of the guard put a dozen arrows on his bow to gather magic power.

"A hundred flowers!"

More than a dozen guiding arrows immediately came out of the string and hit the gunners one after another, and the arrows did not miss. With wails and blood, the field burst with petals, scattered at an almost suspended speed, sharply cutting through the flesh of the gunmen.

The skill of controlling the field and damaging, if you move around, you will be cut into meat sauce by the petals, and if you don't move, you will die sooner or later.

The flamethrower fires again, sending the petals to dust in the blink of an eye.

The captain's cheeks twitched, and his ultimate move that had exhausted his mana was just abolished?

The seriously wounded gunman was dragged out of the door by his companions, and a new batch poured in.

"Fire Clan warriors, kill that Pyro first!"

Three or four melee guards wielding flat-pointed short knives pounced, and before they could get far, they were swept to death by indiscriminate gunfire.

Three or four more melee guards of the Jin clan rushed forward. They have super high physical resistance, and almost all bullets that hit their bodies are bounced. He didn't get far before he was shot by several lasers.

A concussion grenade kicked off the final wave of attacks.

While the guards were dizzy, five gunners with a pair of pistols jumped into the pile of guards and began to spin and shoot, instantly harvesting all the remnants of the guards.

"You guys...!"

The captain of the guard stared at the gunmen fiercely, blood biting out of the corners of his mouth.

It was then beaten into a sieve.

Although no one was killed, many were wounded.

"Hell, it was such a terrible fight."

"Hurry up and call it a day, I'm blocking the money!"

After that, the clearance is very fast.

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Inside the door of the 4th Immigration Regiment Spaceship.

Several guards were drinking and gossiping.

I was startled when I heard a knock on the door.

One of the bold guards peeked out of the window, and it was pitch black and there was nothing.

He was just about to turn back, when suddenly a pair of blood-red eyes jumped out, and he screamed in fright.

"What's wrong!"

"Yes! Someone! ”

The other guards looked out of the window, and it was still night except for the night.

"Shenjing Bing, have you drunk too much?" The crowd burst into laughter and scolded him for being too cowardly.

The guard scratched his head. Could it be that you are really dazzled?

"Go out and see? Maybe there really is. ”

"If there are real people, it is not good. It's cold in the middle of the night, and when you knock on the door, you hide, so it can't be a pizza delivery. Open the door and look for death? ”

A consensus was quickly reached. Regardless of whether there is really someone outside or not, it is safest not to open the door.

They started drinking and talking nonsense again.

"Huh? I say... What's on your head? ”

Suddenly, someone noticed that the frightened guard just now had a clock suspended above his head, and the hands were still ticking. Translucent, and drunk, I didn't find it before.

Since when did it start?

"I don't know!" He reached out and waved it over his head, but it passed through the clock, "Hallucination? Stereoscopic projection? It's any of you kidding me, put this projection away. ”

The crowd shook their heads.

In the eerie atmosphere, they quietly stared at the clock, counting down and finishing.

Suddenly, the guard's back jerked.

"What! Convulsions? ”

He didn't respond, and fell to the ground slowly, straightly.

"Hey, hey!" Suddenly, everyone went to help the fainting guard, but found that he was dead.

The clock is gone, too.

Nervous, they raised their guns and went around on the lookout. Enemy attack? From where? It's a closed spaceship.

There was a brief silence.

"I think I'd better go call someone first."

One of the guards was just about to leave, when suddenly, he was grabbed by the ankle.

The dead guard tricked the corpse, grabbed him by the foot, and pulled him down with a hard pull.

"What the hell!" "Tricked corpses?" "It's necromancy! Enemy Attack, Enemy Attack! "Pull the alarm!"

While the guards were in confusion, the necromancer crawled up. The flesh was purple and black, rotting and dripping, his eyes were shining with faint flames, and the sound in his throat was like the wind from the depths of hell.

The necronomicon stomped on the downed guard, raising the gun to aim at the guard who was about to press the alarm.

"I—" the guard froze, "brother... It's me, don't you remember me..."

Bump, headshot.

"! Attack Attack! The guards immediately began to shoot with their guns, splattering necromantic rotting flesh everywhere.

But it didn't work.

The necromancer began to turn around and press the door on and off.

"Stop him! He's going to open the door! Stop him, quick! ”

Several of the guards threw down their guns, drew daggers and pounced on the necromancer, grabbed it and stabbed it indiscriminately. It's so much strength that I can't stop it at all!

The necronomicon shook his arms, shook off the guards on his body, and pressed the hatch switch.

"No more! Quick, go inform the captain! ”

Seeing the door open, I knew on my knees that there must be enemy troops outside, and the guards abandoned their guns and fled.

The door opened, and several black-robed priests rushed in immediately, and they raised their hands to cast spells.

"Roughly dead!"

One threw one roughly dead, killing the fleeing guard in the blink of an eye.

The priests were divided into two sides, and five priests of level 40 walked in. They nodded in satisfaction and counted, 6 corpses.

"High-level necromancy!"

With a flick of a few spells, the corpses of the guards crawled up one after another, turning into dead spirits with rotting bodies and burning eyes.

With a wave of their hands, the necromancers immediately rushed into the depths of the spaceship.

All the priests followed in a leisurely manner.

These high-level necromancers can tear civilians apart with their bare hands, and they can also shoot flat with rifles, and the killing speed is very fast. Relying on their necromantic aura, killed civilians have a high chance of turning into low-level skeletons. Those who did not automatically turn into skeletons were turned into mid-level necromancers by the priests who paced later.

The more you kill, the stronger the team.

"There's not even a decent resistance?" One of the level 40 priests muttered to himself.

As they slowly followed behind with their hands behind their backs, they occasionally swept the tail and mended the corpse. How did the strongest guard captain get killed, didn't see.

The killing rate is getting faster and faster.

For 300 immigrants, it took only 12 minutes from entering the door to completing the bloodbath.

One of the priests frowned and said to his companions, "I'm sorry, I seem to have made a mistake..."

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Outside the door of the 5th Migration Regiment spaceship.

The priests of life had black lines on their faces. They have been lying to each other at the doorbell for ten minutes to open the door. There was an emergency room in the middle of the night, we were pilgrims, Solomon sent us, we were on a mission, we were midwives, my mother was here, and even my twin brother, whom I had never met, was in it, but the other party insisted on talking about it tomorrow morning.

They were careless, and they thought that the other party would easily let them go when they saw that they were therapists.

Exchanged glances.

I can't delay any longer, smash it!

Use hammers, fists, slaps, and shoulder strikes.

At first, the guards were very nervous when they saw that the other party was starting to slam on the door, and sure enough, it was an enemy attack. But I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the act of slamming the door with my fist.

"Let those healers toss slowly, haha!"

Some of the guards leaned against the window and watched the joke, others simply sat down and continued to play cards.

But the laughter faded away.

The door began to deform.

The outer hatch was smashed off.

The inboard hatches were also badly deformed.

"What the hell! This is the hatch of a large spaceship! Aren't they therapists? ”

The guards felt fear like never before. Is this smashing of the door with bare hands a reality?

Several priests held a priest as a battering ram and threw it at the hatch. Boom! The head broke and the hatch slammed into the air.

Frightened, the guards began to shoot indiscriminately.

In the face of a hail of bullets, the priests of life were beaten into a sieve, but they continued to rush forward.

Engagement.

Punch after punch and kick exploded with the force of an explosion, sending the guards flying like scarecrows, bouncing back and forth between the ceiling and floor.

No matter how many priests were shot, the offensive did not abate in the slightest. Straight punches, flying kicks, shoulder hits, back falls, a group of martial artists.

In the midst of the level 30 guards, a level 40 gunslinger suddenly jumped out. He held a pair of pistols, and he was imposing. It seems to be the captain of the guard.

He unleashed an impressive close-range shot in the middle of the priestly pile, dodging attacks from all sides, raining bullets frantically.

Spinning, the twin guns almost breathed fire.

Fierce battle.

Gradually, the situation became more and more wrong. How do you kill more priests?

Only then did he realize that he had patronized 1vN, and his companions had been almost killed. And the priests around him, covered in blood and full of holes, are almost out of human form, and they still don't fall.

A circle of priests pounced on him, trying to hug him.

The captain of the guard rolled over, stuck his dagger on the ceiling, and hung upside down to continue firing with one hand.

Another circle of priests pounced on him to pull him down.

Caught up and down, there was no way to escape, he was grabbed by several priests, dragged down from the ceiling, and was instantly pressed by dozens of priests.

He was captured and struggled desperately.

"You want to kill the orthodox priest of life with such a small-caliber gun?" The senior priest waved his hand and said, "Take it back and see if you can find out something." Can't be fooled outside the door for so long. ”

"Let go of me!" He couldn't help but shout out the lines that the character had to say before he died, "I won't say anything." You monsters! ”

"Monsters?" The priest was stunned for a moment, "Come back with me, you will soon see the real monster..."

It took half an hour, leaving only one prisoner, and zero priestly casualties.