The "Pale Commando" is the military force of the little green people, and they are all composed of old little green men who have turned white all over. Because all the team members are aging and pale, "Pale Commando" is their glorious name.

Unlike humans, these little green men are more like fungi in some ways, and their strength does not diminish until they die, but rather rises steadily. After growing from mycelium into magnificent stems and caps, they will also usher in a magnificent destruction at their peak.

The dying are the most powerful, and they are gathering the last of their strength, ready to blow themselves up into a brilliant firework at any moment, so that the spores that give birth to new life will float to the unknown virgin land.

In times of peace, they can poetically choose a picturesque place with fertile soil to meet death, blow out their heads and have children at the same time.

And in the face of war, the little pale green man will act as a warrior, and breed the next generation by dying on the battlefield. For these little green men who are about to die and reproduce, the battlefield full of corpses is the most fertile soil for the growth of spores; Relying on the rich nutrients of humus, the spores can grow faster and make due contributions to the expansion and continuation of the race.

At critical moments, some of the little green men who are still green will also be stimulated to turn white in advance, increase their strength by burning their potential, and then die on the battlefield to pass on the new life as much as possible.

It is precisely this strange life form that death is equal to reproduction, which causes the little green people to not be afraid of death at all. Death is reproduction for them, the beginning of a new reincarnation, what is there to be afraid of? When the little green man with high status blows his head off, his friends will even beat gongs and drums and set off firecrackers......

Therefore, the Pale Commando is in a sense equal to the Pale "death squad", none of the commandos can survive to the end of the war, and they are greeted only with death and new life.

Now, the little green men commandos with their magical thrusters on their backs are rushing to the battlefield with the joy of dying peacefully and giving birth to a new life, not for their own survival, but for a magnificent death and rebirth!

The little green man in the center is Mr. Tom, who is the oldest of these commandos and the most powerful. Age brings the little greens not only an increase in strength, but also more and more agile reflexes and more and more experience. In a small team, the commander of the elder is the most expected.

"Tataro, Hehp, you two lead the squad and spread out from the flanks; Follow me to lure the enemy head-on, Ayero; You take the squad around the back! Hit the momentum! ”

"Understood!"

The shrill voices of Thom and the team echoed through the communication channel, which sounded comical to Huss. But now, he couldn't laugh at all, and all that was left was to pay homage to these commandos.

He watched as the little green men slashed through the air in a few wonderful arcs with their thrusters, instantly enveloping the invincible god, and the assault magic guns in their hands began to let out a roar of destruction, firing strings of magic bullets.

However, the gap in strength is not something that can be made up by courage, the god nimbly avoided those bullets, and took advantage of the time difference between the movements of each squad, and when the flanks and backs were not yet encircled, he quickly used the magic guide to arm the little green man in front of him into a ball of sparks, and then, found the stubble of several other people.

Seeing that the first plan didn't work, the Pale Commandos also changed their plan, and instead of playing long-range shooting, they slammed it up with mobility superior to that of their opponents.

It turns out that taking advantage of speed to quickly get close and then stalking with numerical superiority is really a good solution.

"You ...... You lunatic! ”

Bacchus shuddered as he looked at these races he had never seen before, a way of fighting without fear of destruction that the gods could not comprehend.

For the gods, there is nothing more important than the "private", and the most important thing that belongs to the private is naturally life. It was precisely in order to cope with the fear of losing the treasure of "life" that they continued to delve into magic, and finally developed the "godhead", an almost immortal inheritance. The long life span and the pleasure of poverty and luxury have deprived them of the motivation to reproduce and renew themselves; When they feel that they are tired of being alive, many gods will choose to format their memories and play the "game" of regrowth.

And these pale strange creatures are not only not afraid of death, but also have a fanatical yearning and fearlessness, which makes the gods very puzzled......

However, Bacchus knew that his skin was probably going to be explained here. He is now like a praying mantis besieged by a swarm of crazy ants; Although the praying mantis is powerful, it is no match for a group of pale ants.

However, what frightened it even more was still to come, and when it saw that these pale "ants" were biting it tightly, it pulled open a mechanism on its body, and then the sound of burning ropes began.

This is going to blow up with human flesh!

"Damn! Let it go! Let go! ”

Even if it was a skin, Bacchus didn't want to give it up; It takes a lot of time to cultivate such a body, which also means that he will probably be in a state of "lonely soul and wild ghost" for a long time. He spun at high speed, trying to wipe out the white ants clinging to him. But these small-armed, short-legged guys were unexpectedly persevering, and they clung to Bacchus' body until they ......

"Boom...... Rumble...... Rumble! ”

Explosions rang out continuously, and the fierce flames mercilessly blasted the proud god to pieces, and along with its skin were the pale commandos of the squadron.

Hus looked at the fierce firelight, silently saluted, and blessed those scattered white points of light from the bottom of his heart, listening to Admiral Lindenvan say that it was the young little green man. They will take root in the beautiful and dirty land of the United Kingdom, the knowledge and some basic memories of the parents have been engraved into the genes, and a new generation of little green men will sprout and take root in the land of the United God, igniting the flame of species invasion. They will continue to evolve and invade until the vast Upper and Middle Realms are completely their territory.

At about the same time, explosions and flames erupted in the air, and it seemed that the various little green men had found a way to deal with the gods, and they had adopted the human bomb method to tie their own death with reproduction and the destruction of the enemy, and new fireworks bloomed above this vast airspace.