Just as Napolioni vented his dream of becoming a legendary emperor, the sixth and fourth trial teams were surprisingly stable.

The highest combat power of the two teams was only the seventh order, although they knew that they would definitely not escape their doom this time, but for the sake of that trace of ethereal vitality, the captains of the two teams still determined the alliance relationship for the first time.

Gustav looked worriedly at the ruins of the city around him.

The place where they are located used to be a particularly prosperous city on Mars, but now this city has been shattered by the attack of the Zerg, and the entire city is now basically devoid of human life except for a few areas.

The faint sound of the Zerg all around made Gustav's heart even more uneasy.

Their strength is so weak that even a larger insect tide can crush their combined forces.

Their current situation, to put it mildly, is called not giving up hope, but it is not good, that is, sitting and waiting for death, and they must sit quietly and wait for death, because they don't want to be hit hard in advance under the attack of the Zerg.

The Sixth Trial Squad, which is allied with the Fourth Trial Squad, is slightly stronger because their captain is a Seventh Order Evolutionary.

"Captain Orm, you should know that our so-called alliance is nothing more than stubborn resistance, right?" Gustav looked at the cigarette that was about to burn out in his hand, and said lightly: "This situation is really very anxious~~~"

Orm is the captain of the sixth trial team, although he is now the strongest of the two trial teams, but he is not happy at all, they are surrounded by strong enemies, and now they are just a piece of fat, the reason why they have not been destroyed is only because they can't change the situation of the battle, in other words, they are just small dishes, and they can't get into the eyes of those strong enemies at all before they have eaten the main meal!

"Wait," said Orm, who was silent for a long time, "even if we were fish on the board, we would have to be pricked in the throat by the thorns in the meat when they ate us!" ”

Gustav sighed softly, Orm had never seen what a real top powerhouse looked like, but he had seen it, and the final outcome was already predictable.

On the other side, less than thirty miles away from the Huddle Alliance.

It's a desert, and the reddish-brown soil, sand and gravel, combined with the corpses of thousands of Federation troops and tens of thousands of Zerg, form an eerie still picture.

In the center of this picture, there are several male and female trialists with the faces of the South Asian continent sitting in the center of the battlefield, and within a radius of 100 meters, there is not the slightest corpse or blood stain.

"These creatures are really too weak, I really can't understand why the source doesn't give us the source space directly?" A fair-skinned young man said arrogantly: "How can those stupid Celestial Empires and reckless Westerners compare to us, we are the most powerful team in this world!" ”

"Please, Kubad, you're looking at our opponent too weakly!" Another wheat-colored young man looked at the young man named Kubad, and said dissatisfiedly, "Pride comes at a heavy price!" ”

Kubad retorted indifferently: "Don't forget your identity, my words are not something you can refute!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the wheat-colored young man was first angry, and then fell into helplessness.

He had nothing to say, in their society he had been a class below Kubad since he was born.

"I'm the captain and I think I need to reiterate that fact." Kubad said solemnly: "I am the noblest bloodline, and it is your glory to be my subordinate!" ”

Kubad was an eighth-order early evolutionary, not the most powerful evolutionary in the team, but he relied on his innate advantages to make the rest of the team willingly become his subordinates.

"The descendants of the great king will sweep across this new world!" Kubad sneered and said, "I believe that no team can have three eighth-order evolutionaries like us, and we will win this trip!" Now, let's take out the two closest trial teams! ”

Gustav sat on the rooftop, he had already smoked most of his cigarettes, and the only thing that made him feel sorry for him was that he had forgotten to bring a good bottle of whiskey with him before he left.

A strong sense of danger had already hit like a tide, and looking at the cursor on the mission interface, he knew that the so-called huddle alliance might not survive until the last moment.

A huge force struck, Gustav subconsciously rolled backwards, a strong vibration came, and when he looked up, a South Asian with a beautiful face and a proud expression was standing in the air looking at him.

"It's so weak......" Kubadd looked at the black man in front of him, and looked down on his complexion.

"Weakness is the original sin of everything, die!" Kubad's right hand grasped the void, like a mythical god and demon, and twisted Gustav's entire life into a twist, and the terrible screams attracted the members of both teams.

Aum looked at Gustav, who was soaked in blood and had lost his breath, and a sense of sadness and desolation burst out from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl, holding two giant axes, and suddenly rose into the air, as if to chop Kubad deeply.

But how can an eighth-order and a seventh-order be comparable?

A slaughter is underway under the control of Kubad, and despite the best efforts of the Trialists of the Huddle Alliance, and despite the half-collapse of the building where they are hiding, it is still unable to change the brutal reality of the death of all the people.

Hierarchical suppression, it is really cruel and bloody, and it is not up to anyone at all!

"Our third trial team is destined to be the victor in this war, which... It's the credentials! Kubade proudly looked at the sins he had committed, and his whole body was full of terrifying energy.

In the eyes of the other teams, the two trial teams were emptied in an instant, which undoubtedly meant that the last fig leaf had been completely removed, and the final Armageddon had entered the final countdown.

Xu Cheng looked at the map that was much empty, and did not speak, he was standing on the high parade platform at this time, and below him was the entire number of five thousand integrated federal motorized infantry regiments.

Every soldier waited for the order to be pulled.

Xu Cheng gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and then transmitted the order to the officers in the unit.

The sound of uniform steps, columns of battle armor poured into the transport boats, countless transport boats slowly rose into the air, and the unique blue tail flame combined with the violent roar of the engine staged a spectacular scene for Xu Cheng that is difficult to describe in a sci-fi blockbuster.

"Gentlemen, the purpose of our trip is to use all means to recapture Mars, which once belonged to humanity, back into the hands of the Federation, and under my leadership, you will become a Federation sword, stabbing into the nest of bed bugs and destroying their brains!" Xu Cheng cheered for all the soldiers on the public channel, and there was a faint hint of expectation in his heart, he slowly pulled out the Wind Thunder Sword, and the almost infinite flame energy in his body was poured into the sword, the slightest thunder began to flicker, and the unknown strong wind began to surge around him, at this moment, the killing intent in his heart was everywhere!