"Read!"

Fan Luntieen said coldly to him.

"Whoa!"

After the herald spoke, he opened the signal in his hand with a serious face, and said to him: "The Ninth Strategic Magic Tower of the Combat Readiness Mage Regiment of the Resident Army of Jialan Mountain Pass, the commander of the Herm and Stestreet Legions ordered:

The 3rd Sub-regiment of the 9th Mage Tower, Fan Lun Tieen, was ...... in the 23rd of the Western French calendar"

"Don't ink these with me, dry goods!"

Van Luntien angrily rebuked the herald in front of him, and it was obvious that this kind of order was no longer strange.

"Coordinates 1426, 7439, 4212, the coordinate range is five miles, six o'clock, five rounds of killing are fired!"

"Time keeper, what time is it?"

Van Luntien turned his head to a necromancer beside him with a loud voice, and the herald in front of him didn't even look at it.

"Boss, it's six o'clock!"

"Fuck it, just give such a shit time, the cubs prepare for war!

Damn the Imperial Army, this is advancing ...... so fast"

Fan Luntieen roared wildly, scolded and walked to the high platform of the hall, and began to study the map on it.

"Prepare for war! Remember to put your hand on the tentacles, be resistant, and do as I say......"

The night looked at the hall that suddenly became panicked, and knew that the war was coming!

It was sudden, completely unprepared.

And all he had to do was obey!

A tingling sensation in the meridians stimulated the dark night's body to tremble a little, and after the tentacles touched the left hand of the night, it seemed to be like a parasitic thing, spreading to the whole body in an instant along the meridians above the arm, and one of them even split out the thickest tentacle and pierced the sea of spiritual consciousness.

"The newcomer let go of his self-consciousness, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the tentacles won't cause any harm to your spiritual consciousness at this time, and ......"

If it weren't for the careful guidance of the centurion in front of him, the dark night would have almost completely cut off and pinched this thing that could penetrate into the sea of spiritual consciousness.

When the tentacles rushed into the sea of spiritual consciousness and wrapped around it like the roots of a tree, the night sensed the trembling of the succubus's smile in his body!

I don't know if it's the trembling of that thing, and the night is almost scared to death, I'm really afraid that this thing will pierce his spiritual consciousness.

I'm like a nutrient ball!

The whole body was wrapped in the tentacles that had just looked at the soft stepping, and looking at the night at this time was like closing his eyes and meditating, but only he knew what was going on in his body.

"Level 5 Energy Storage!"

Hearing Fan Luntieen's cold words in the ears of the night, he suddenly felt the tentacles wrapped around his body tighten for a while, and before he knew what was going on, his spiritual consciousness suddenly released a burst of dead air uncontrollably.

This dead qi was instantly pumped away along the tentacles in the body, and the dark night sensed the sea of spiritual consciousness, about one-tenth of the amount!

Magical!

If a mage wants to achieve the same fighting spirit as a sword master, he can't do it at the elementary level, at least he has to reach the intermediate level, and it is such an ordinary tentacle that can actually drain the dead qi in the sea of mysterious spiritual consciousness, and the night suddenly became interested in this inconspicuous tentacle.

Learn without limits!

There are so many unknowns in the wizarding world, and Night is particularly interested in this kind of thing.

"Remember! First, don't resist the tentacles, and think that it absorbs the dead energy in your spiritual consciousness.

Second, don't give me the energy, when the sea of spiritual consciousness is about to empty, cut off the tentacles in your hands in time.

Third, when you can't cut it, give me amethyst!

When you are constantly interrupted, hesitate for a moment, harmless things will squeeze all your vitality.

As long as you survive an hour, you scum will have two points of military merit, and a war of this scale usually starts in three hours.

Remember, don't be ashamed!"

In the darkness of the night, there was another warning roar from Van Lentien.

After listening carefully, he took out an amethyst from the space ring and silently tried it.

When the amethyst's attributeless energy rushed along the arm into the spiritual consciousness sea, the tentacles in the body suddenly split a part and rushed towards this energy frantically, and before it was time to breathe, it was sucked dry by the tentacles, and the amethyst flesh in the hand instantly dried up into flying ash visible to the naked eye.

It really saves lives!

But this kind of thing can't be used in the dark, and the price of something that has risen to the point of breaking the 1,000 gold coin mark has to be weighed by whoever uses it.

The hall was becoming dark and deep, and countless heavy breaths were sandwiched between the hurried orders.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the figure of Commander Fan Luntieen on the operating platform in front of him, and the night was also watching the operation of this huge strategic weapon with curiosity.

This kind of strategic weapon is different, there is no long barrel like a strategic goblin cannon, only eleven terrifying eyeballs hovering on the top of the tower.

Ten small and one big!

According to the book, the big one is the main eye, and the small one is the split eye, and this kind of strategic weapon is usually divided into two strategic spell strike methods.

And if you guess correctly in the night in front of you, it should be one of the split-eye strikes, and the place where the ten eyes seek to shine is the point of the magic tower's strike.

A spell that can be called strategic, this kind of spell is usually not very high-ranked, but the range is definitely large enough and the lethality is strong enough.

Each of their new group of Gado Academy interns wanted to know what was going on with the shocking blow of this world-class strategic weapon!

But the interior of the magic tower is more like a conference hall, with no cannons in sight, only a long stream of operating tables, and nothing that can be seen intuitively, just a painted and broken four-legged table in front of Fan Luntieen, the commander of his own detachment.

And there was nothing on the table except for a broken tea jar and countless messy maps!

If you don't know why, you don't know that this is the top strategic weapon in the entire West France continent, and the commander of the manipulator only needs a loud voice to determine the blow of the imperial strategic weapon.

The three views of the night have been impacted, and he has let go of things like strategic goblin cannons in Gadot Academy so many times, and that kind of strategic weapon is more interested than the towering magic tower in front of him.

They are all strategic weapons, but I feel that this is a killing weapon with a difference of 108,000 miles between the two styles.

"Mark officer!coordinates: 1426, 7439, 4212!"

"Whoa!"

"Thirty-five upwards of the main eye!"

"Whoa!"

"Twenty-six scales to the left!"

"Whoa!"

"Level 4 Dark Fire Bomb Cluster Preparation!"

"Whoa!"

"Chronograph! ”

"Six hours, twelve minutes, two and seven seconds!"

"In the newspaper!"

"Six hours, twelve minutes, thirty-seven seconds!"

......

"Six-fourteen o'clock!"

......

"Nine!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

......

"Two!"

"One!"

"Six-hour and fifteen o'clock!"

"Put!"

With Fan Luntieen's hoarse roar, the night suddenly shook the mountains, and the ear bones were even more slammed and hissed.

Only this bang!

The darkness of the hall sounded with the sound that almost deafened the ears, and suddenly the light brightened for three minutes, and then there was nothing!

There was no violent backlash after the strategic goblin cannon in his head, nor the huge smoke of that kind of strategic weapon, nor the strong smell of demon core burning after the thing was fired, only an earth-shattering sound.

"Master Eye Manipulator, fix the Lord Eye position!"

"Whoa!"

"Coordinates: 1428, 7440, 4212!"

"Whoa!"

"Fixed coordinates, the main eye is slanted upwards by thirty-six and five!"

"Whoa!"

"What is the scale of the left leaning just now?"

Fan Luntieen lay on the broken table, without raising his head, and roared behind him.

"Twenty-six scales!"

"Half a scale to the right!"

"Whoa!"

"Inspector, report!"

"Eight-two-three energy storage!"

"Damn, you just shot was weak, how did you put it?

Lao Tzu is a full-fledged mage group! If you don't control the gate well, Lao Tzu will throw you into the front-line mage group, and there will be a lot of people who will be the supervisor for me!

Do you hear that?"

"Whoa!"

"Ready!"

Fan Luntieen let out a last roar with a cold face, and knew that the second shot of this strategic killing weapon was about to be released, and the interval between them was nearly two or three minutes.

(The battleship's main guns fired at this rate.) ）

There will always be drawbacks, maybe the speed of firing too slowly may be the disadvantage of this kind of strategic weapon, this is still the blow of the split-eye spell, if the main eye converges two blows, it is estimated that it will be even slower.

"Hellfire spell, prepare!"

"Report! The split eyes are filled, and the hellfire spell is ready. ”

Hellfire, a fifth-level necromancer, an advanced version of the Wheitful Fire Bullet, an intermediate rank that can be studied, and a signature in the night's private custom necromancer's robe contains spells.

"Timekeeper, count down tens of seconds!"

"Ten!"

"Nine!"

......

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Put!"

There was another deafening roar, this time the night was prepared, and the hand was dragged by the tentacles, so he could only open his mouth in advance, trying his best to slow down the damage to the ear bones caused by the sound of this impact.

Over-the-horizon strike!

I don't know why such a sentence pops into my head, but it's exact!

It is impossible to see where the enemy is, only a coordinate location given by the superior, and the commander of the main job can only determine the enemy's position at the top of the map with the only coordinate point.

He can't see the killing of the enemy by manipulating strategic weapons, so he can only try his best to sketch a magnificent picture of war in his heart, and shifting and fine-tuning the coordinates is the only thing he can do, with only one purpose, to spread a greater area of damage.

He finally knew why his military exploits were counted by the hour, and he knew how much Malediz cared for him!

The entire three-point regiment of the whole magic tower, after five rounds of shooting, the full number of thousands of people, no one died!

An army that has no battle damage, but has a lot of military merits, it is estimated that any necromancer in any empire will be red-eyed.