Before this, Fang Jin actually wanted to kill this evil god projection and try his luck to get the territory stone in advance. It's just that the projection is so powerful, and finally gives up. Instead, he intends to solve the water crisis by taking out the fish-man priest who summoned it and making the projection disappear on its own.

But now, the fish-man priest seems to have sacrificed his life in exchange for the projection that resets the location of the interdimensional descent, so that it is no longer limited by existence?

Come to think of it, it seems that this is the only possibility.

But in this way, Fang Jin's previous method will not work.

If you want to completely solve the water crisis and settle this fish-man village, there is only one way left - to kill the projection of Melrone!

In the end, I still have to face this god of the different plane!

After making up his mind, Fang Jin summoned two thieves and asked them to summon the four deputy alliance leaders on the other two fronts.

The fishmen huddled in the village cheered and cheered when they saw the human attack and seemed to be frightened by the projection of the gods. It's just that they were seriously injured, and they didn't dare to take the initiative to attack for a while, so they could only hide under the shelter of the projection and confront the human professionals from afar.

The noisy battlefield fell into silence for a short time.

A moment later, Fu Chengjian, who had received Fang Jin's summons, rushed over one after another.

Seeing that almost all the masters of the Rescuer Guild had retreated, standing next to Fang Jin, several deputy alliance leaders also probably realized the seriousness of the problem.

"In the fish-man tribe, what happened just now?"

Fu Chengjian had the highest status among the four, and he was the first to ask.

"That's the projection of the abyss tentacles I told you about before, originally under the magic array in the upper reaches of the Baishan River, but was forcibly summoned here by the fish-man priest to save the emergency."

Fang Jinyi briefly explained the matter to the four deputy alliance leaders.

Then, the faces of all four changed.

The gods of the Twilight plane are very difficult to provoke when they sound, let alone a level 60 existence. With only a little more than ten levels, they couldn't imagine how strong level 60 was.

If it weren't for the fact that the battle had been fought like this and a lot of sacrifices had been made, the human race and this fish-man tribe would already be mortal enemies, and Fu Chengjian might have the idea of withdrawing directly.

After weighing it for a moment with a gloomy face, Fu Chengjian spoke: "The matter has come to this point, obviously it can't be good." Since the leader of the Fang Alliance has summoned a few of us here, I think he already has a countermeasure, right? ”

Fang Jin nodded and said, "Set fire to this abandoned village and burn it to the ground!" ”

In the Twilight plane, there are many monsters that are immune to fire, but obviously not the fish-people. Their individual strength is not to the point where they can resist fire damage.

In the past, the thieves' personal arson operations were mainly aimed at creating chaos and did not pose much of a threat. The sorcerer among the fish people can easily invite a heavy rain to extinguish the fire.

But the arson that Fang Jin said was not so pediatric.

Since it was a fire attack targeting thousands of fishmen and an abyssal tentacle projection, the scale was naturally super grand, and it couldn't be easily extinguished by the rain.

In this regard, Fang Jin has long had a plan: to mobilize hundreds of tons of gasoline!

In this small village, which is not very large, hundreds of tons of gasoline can easily burn it to ashes a dozen times. Even if there is rain, the oil can float on the surface of the water and continue to burn.

It is impossible for ordinary fishmen crowded together to withstand this level of fire attack. Either burned, or forced to rush out.

The worst thing is that even if the abyss tentacle projection comes out with it, the professional can still occupy an initiative.

"This way...... Will it work? ”

Hu Shanhai and Zhu Zi had obvious suspicions on their faces, the fish people were monsters of more than ten levels, could they be burned to death so easily?

In the last days, a few hundred tons of gasoline is not a small amount. What if it takes a lot of effort to get it, but it doesn't achieve the desired effect?

In this regard, Fang Jin's response was exceptionally simple.

A few hundred tons is not enough, just a few hundred tons!

"Would you rather die a hundred more pros than give it a try?"

This sentence easily persuaded the four people.

Soon, the people of the major professional guilds took action.

For this expedition, they already brought a lot of fuel for consumption on the road, and some even drove several tank trucks. After loading and unloading the oil brought in the oil drums, the convoy began to escort the tanker trucks out in search of oil, or simply return to the several guild stations that were closer to the area.

A morning was spent in a long wait.

The professionals from all three directions collectively retreated twenty paces, making a gesture of trying to trap the fish people in the village. However, there must be stored food in the fish-man tribe, and there is no shortage of water sources here by Chaohu Lake, and the fish-people, who are a little confused for the time being, are not in a hurry to fight back, and still hide in the village and wait for the opportunity.

Until two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the tanker trucks that went out to get fuel returned one after another.

The staff of the Guild of the Rescuers also mobilized fifty tons of gasoline collected on a daily basis from the oil warehouse of the Logistics Division.

In the end, the total amount of oil gathered here by all parties was close to 200 tons. Some small forces almost pumped out all the fuel in the fuel tanks of their fleets.

All that remains is how to conduct this grand fire attack.

Soon, trucks that had already been modified were temporarily reinforced, greatly strengthening the frontal defenses. The back is loaded with tons of fuel, which becomes like a self-detonating truck.

All it takes is a large fireball, or an archer's scorching arrow, to easily set them on fire.

A total of 60 or 70 trucks of all kinds will be activated from three fronts at the same time, and under the feint attack and suppression of the professionals, they will rush into the village and finally complete their mission!

This series of actions of the alliance was basically carried out outside the vision of the fish people. Including the re-descending Abyss Projection Tentacles, they don't know what humans are up to.

But it won't be long before these evil otherworldly creatures will remember a scene they will never forget.

The time for another attack was set for five o'clock in the afternoon.

If all goes well, we can end the battle before it gets dark today!

The new order has already been issued, and all the professionals know what to do next. As the agreed time approached, trucks loaded with fuel were driven to the front line.

After promising 100 contribution points, the Rescuers' Guild easily recruited brave people who dared to drive in.

They will jam the gas pedal with the pre-prepared means after the truck enters the fishing village, and then jump out of the car and flee back!

For ordinary people, this move can be called a life and death, after all, there are still a large number of fish people on the other side, and it is impossible to let them do whatever they want. But for professionals, as long as they have some means to save their lives, the danger is not so great.

After all, now it's the human professions on the field who have the upper hand!

"The last fifteen seconds!"

As the countdown began, the professionals who were in full state after the rest began to suppress the attack with a buff state.

Then, the engines of the trucks rang out with a dull roar!