Boiling struggled to push away the pile of corpses that were pressing on him, and then, the sight of it being covered by the pile of corpses was completely frightened.

A seabed composed entirely of the flesh and blood of the gatherers, some tentacles can be seen in the pile of corpses, some tentacles are still swinging and twitching, and the owner of the tentacles may still be conscious, suffering from the pain of gradually entering death.

Boiling only felt that his brain was groggy, and it didn't even understand what he was doing now and why he was here.

It struggles to recall, and as the brain's thinking becomes clearer, so does the memory.

In my memory, a line of water with white foam rushed from the direction of the enemy to the Great Wall of flesh and blood formed by the gatherers.

At that time, Boiling immediately thought of the enemy information known in the intelligence, and their speed was very fast, so fast that it was difficult for us to capture, and they would recklessly break into the formation and complete the instant kill.

So Boiling immediately ordered all gatherers to stumble that enemy at all costs.

At that time, Boiling was so confident that they didn't feel that this white foam waterline rushing towards them would have any impact on them.

Because there is only one enemy, and they, there are hundreds of millions.

Boiling subjectively believes that the guy hidden in the white foam waterline may be a pawn on the Perpetual side as a follow-up battle, because it and other large settlements also test each other before each battle.

Perhaps, the counterattack of the chess pieces prepared by the perpetual before death may cause a lot of casualties, but that is only relative to the small settlement, in front of the concept of hundreds of millions, even if hundreds of individuals are killed or injured at a time, it is only a drop in the bucket, and it will not affect the whole at all.

What it needs to pay attention to is that the main force of Perpetual has not yet moved, and Boiling thinks so.

Then, it understands one thing - that nothing that is unknown can be subjectively judged based on previous experience, but that there must be enough reverence for the bad.

However, by the time it got it, it was too late.

A silvery-white luster was exposed in the foam, and I couldn't forget this luster, which was the 'legacy' left by the Supreme Will from the primeval times, and even behemoths as strong as Dasha and the like had to drink on it.

The tip of the titanium snail easily pierced the body of the gatherer in front of it, and then was torn through the entire penetration, followed by the next gatherer, repeating the same thing.

All the way straight forward, followed by a strong current, which is the water flow stirred by the titanium snail in the high-speed travel, and the collectors on both sides of the titanium snail's route just now were directly impacted, leaving a straight and spacious passage.

Then, there was another turn, and the titanium snail that ran through the entire formation of the betrayers turned forward, and the piercing operation was still not over, repeating the same thing just now.

Like an embroidery needle, interspersed back and forth, anyone who dares to stand in the way of the front will be ruthlessly torn apart, even if the stone pillar in front of him is extremely hard in the impression of boiling.

"Massacre?"

"No, that's not a massacre, a massacre can't be so neat......"

"It's a cleanup... That's right, clean up! ”

Coming back to his senses from the memory, he felt the divine reward that he had been holding tightly, a powerful weapon that belonged to it alone, and it was by relying on this that its life could survive until now.

Boiling still remembers the last picture he saw, when he was completely shocked by the indescribable power, he stood in place, unable to issue any military orders.

When Boiling came back to his senses, the crisis was imminent, and it was a completely instinctive swing of the weapon, and it was this action that saved its life.

The tooth-sore sound of the metal clash spread to every corner of the nearby seabed in an instant, followed by a powerful twisting force that spread throughout the body through the tentacles holding the weapon, like a person being used as a towel, twisting head and tail ninety degrees in two directions.

If it is a human being, it will definitely not escape death, even if it does not die immediately, it must be a comminuted fracture of the whole body, but boiling is a soft creature, and the special life structure saves it.

It was bounced off, and everything moved forward like a tide in a physical sense, which was the last picture in Boiling memory.

"The Ancient Warrior...... Will it, too, already angry? ”

The close contact made Boiling see the whole picture of the foam monster clearly, and naturally recognized that it was an existence that could be used as a combat force under the supreme will in the primeval period.

"Oh, there are still alive."

Boiling to follow the information to the source, it is not permanent, but an ordinary new type of gatherer.

"Don't worry, I'm moving fast and there won't be any pain."

"What a joke!"

Boiling picks up a weapon and collides with the opponent's swinging fangs to intercept the attack.

The supply team members looked at the weapon used by Boiling in a slightly surprised way, it was not a stone dagger that could be easily destroyed by a fang, but a stick with the same metallic sheen as the shell of a titanium snail.

Having made the mistake of empiricism, the supply team members stiffened for a second because of this startled action, which was very short, but it was enough for Boiling, and it would never ignore such a good opportunity with such a rich combat experience.

"Die!"

The metal club stabbed at the supply team, and Boiling felt that he had won the battle, because no gatherer's skin had been able to resist the puncture of the metal club so far.

However, the reality was far from what he had expected, and the metal sticks did hurt the supply team, but that was it, and the metal sticks couldn't go any further.

Now the stiff character is flipped, the boiling action is frozen, and the scythe of death is approaching.

Boiling hurriedly pulled back the metal rod to resist the fang's counterattack, but it was still slammed into the corpse at the bottom of the sea.

"You're not like those guys."

"I'm sorry to think of you as one of those scum just now, and now I'm going to start treating you as an opponent."

As the supply team members said this, their hearts tightened.

The attack of the fangs struck again, and Boiling urgently blocked the attack of one of the fangs with a metal rod, just like before.

However, the stinging sensation of being penetrated was still felt by Fei.

There is not only one fang, it was expected that it would be this kind of unfolding supply team, and at this moment of fighting, the other three fangs were used to complete the penetration.

"Looks like I won."

"Can... To give...... Will... With a phrase? ”

"What?"

"I... Very... Very... I'm sorry. ”

The supply team froze, and was about to tear Boiling to shreds like the other betrayers.

"Isn't it too late to regret it now?"

With that, the corpse pierced by the fangs was thrown into the pile of corpses.

"Words ......"

The supply team picked up the metal club, which was different from the stone dagger, and it was with this thing that Boiling had just hurt it.

If there were still a lot of them, it would undoubtedly pose a threat to the supply team.

It began to deliver messages from metal sticks.