In a corner of the city wall, Iaa and Ivan formed a king-to-king situation.

Ia is small, after all, he is too old to fully develop, and what he learns requires enough speed and flexibility. He wandered like a ghost in the narrow corridor, stumbling up the side wall, running sideways on it, Ivan's heavy fist swung like a battering cone, it was still normal size when it was punched, and it had swelled several times when it reached Ia.

Rumble! The solid wall of sand was pierced by a punch, but it didn't make sense, and Ia's was already floating on the top board, her feet on the top, her two daggers fixed to it, her ass pouting high, like a praying mantis that had completed its hunting action.

"Drink!" Ia'a attacked, but instead of attacking Ivan, he smashed into the middle of the four fighters who broke through from behind, spinning, and the fighters who seemed to disperse in time stiffened at the same time, and then began to break from the waist, and the four of them were divided into 8 pieces.

"Your opponent...... It's me! Ivan was so furious that he kicked his legs and pounced on him like cannonballs. Yi'a had almost completed the dodge with his lower waist, but the earl was behind him, but he was embarrassed to block five or six warriors, chasing after him with a knife, and he didn't care about the situation behind him at all.

Ay...... Ia'a bounced up like a fish, the dagger in his left hand plunged deep into the wall, and his right hand discarded the knife with five fingers wide open, pressing Ivan on the shoulder.

His bones instantly made a popping sound, and Yi'a's face turned pale, but he still pressed it tightly, retreated, twisted his body, and forcibly reversed the direction of the big man's impact.

Boom! The dagger pulled out of the wall, and Ivan only had time to put his left arm in front of him, and Ivan had already crashed into it. Rumble! Another wall was smashed, and both of them flew in, leaving the main battlefield in the middle of the corridor.

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Anaheim, as always, rushed to the forefront of the entire African Union, having pledged to cede the glory of the main gate to his allies, and he guided the scorpion scorpion into a big bend and into the northern gateway of the eastern suburbs. The entire African Union mechanized corps was split in two, half to the south and half beyond his direction further north.

In the short term, Warsaw will certainly not be worth rebuilding. Tens of thousands of tons of gunpowder poured onto the mid-level green island, and the vegetation was almost completely destroyed, filled with smoke, scorched earth and lodging buildings.

As Vladino sentimentalized not long ago, perhaps this was the most tragic war of the IC era, but because he did not see it with his own eyes, Anaheim's heart only had the excitement of destruction, but there was no self-condemnation of excitement, this kind of war, degrading people's humanity.

Playing with the little earphone, Anaheim put it on and pressed the speech button: "Sons, enter the gate as a unit and clear the entire Green Island, everything you see is yours, you don't have to hand it in." ”

"Uh-huh!" The signals in the headphones were mixed together to form a complete cheer, and Anaheim knew that the speed of the team must have increased by another step, and now it was harvest time.

Anaheim leaned down and pressed one palm on the Scorpion King's armor: "Let's go too, and tell your children that how much you can eat depends on your ability, there is not much food on this green island." ”

Hiss! With a shrill hiss, the sand scorpion swarms dispersed into a huge fan, and Anaheim laughed.

Ruins, dead people, the occasional two living people hiding among the rubble and being turned over by sand scorpions, crying and tearing up their mouthware, Anaheim felt more and more excited, an adrenaline rush that made it difficult for him to control himself.

He flew up, past the Scorpion King, and crashed like a meteor into the uncollapsed roots of a building. There were a dozen survivors there, perhaps protected by the building's sturdy structure, and there were even a few children in the group, shivering in the middle of the adults.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you." The mountain-like Anaheim tried his best to put on a pleasant appearance, but the way he appeared was destined to fool anyone.

"Leave us alone, we're rich, we're all here!" The middle-aged man at the head pushed a suitcase and moved it over, and there was indeed a lot of money in it, but Anaheim was not happy.

"I told you I was here to save you! Don't you believe it? The big fan-like hand crossed the suitcase and lifted the man, face to face, and the black and white eyes occupied almost the man's entire field of vision.

"I ...... I believe. He said he believed it, but the stench wafted out, and he was incontinent.

"It's dirty." Anaheim threw it casually, and the man flew out of the building screaming, and was clamped by the scorpion king's pincers, and it also found that the man was incontinent, and the scorpion eyes flashed with humanized disgust, and the pliers tightened, and the man was divided into two sections.

"What about you? Don't believe it either? With a kick open of the box, Anaheim scooped up two more men, a bright light flashed through the window opposite, and Anaheim frowned and looked over to see that a huge new tank pushing turret was already aimed here.

"Not our tank model?" Rumble! The smoke and dust cleared, and the cannonballs drilled directly into the floor where he was, "Damn! ”

Rumble! The remnants of the glass scattered in all directions, flames rolling, and Anaheim flew upside down with two men and landed on the back of the Scorpion King. The two men were completely dead, and the backs facing the explosion even had carbonized crystals, falling down in a slump.

"It turns out that Shangri-La's turtle has already arrived." Throwing away the body, Anaheim licked his lips and pressed down the walkie-talkie, a sharp murmur heralding the reality of the walkie-talkie strike, "What a mistake!" ”

Taking off the headphones and crushing them, Anaheim was completely out of fun, Warsaw was a huge trap, and because of his carelessness, the entire Entente was trapped.

Boom Boom! Everywhere was the familiar sound of shelling, Anaheim looked around, dozens of tanks appeared in the field of vision alone, the factory markings of the Ark Quintel Weapons Research Institute were clearly visible, and more smoke and dust were tumbling in the distance, apparently enemy reinforcements.

The Quintel Weapons Research Institute is the Ark's most sophisticated conventional weapons production and R&D base, expensive and powerful, and their Quintel III tanks are as accurate and dense as Maori Seiko's firepower towers.

To add insult to injury, these tanks happen to be the Quinter III. Conventional firepower at this level, one-on-one may not be the opponent of the sand scorpion, but what about two-on-one, three-on-one?

"Extermination!" Anaheim shouted, and the whole person was already flying into the sky.

The sand scorpions burrow into the ground, each of them chooses a target to launch a sabotage attack, and it is the life of the Scorpion King to command those little scorpions, Anaheim's power comes from these ferocious sand beasts, but he never interferes with the command of the beasts, as a third-order ability standing at the top of the evolution of the new human, he has his own way of fighting.

With the giant axe in hand, Anaheim fell like a black iron ball, silver light flashed, a giant tank was cut through the middle, the incision shone like hot oil, and the five soldiers in the cockpit were shattered into flesh in the high-frequency shock, pasted on the bulkhead and became a bloody decoration.

Pangea, the general-purpose armament that Anaheim ordered from Maori Seiko 2 years ago does not require the user's body data, and is equipped with a high-temperature axe blade and a high-frequency concussion generator, which is perfectly suited to the secrecy and sophistication that Anaheim needs.

However, Maori Seiko does not provide a warranty, only a maintenance guide, and the price of the armament is as high as 3.5 billion, so that the wealth is so rich that Anaheim does not dare to activate the armed ability at will, and after hearing that Maori has developed a warrior armament, he has no spare energy to buy a set for Yia.

But now it doesn't matter what, if you can't break this trap, the complete Pangu is just an expensive trophy, 3.5 billion, in exchange for the victory of this decisive battle is worth it.

Anaheim flew up again, skimming the three tanks not far away, without even slowing down significantly, leaving behind only six pieces of scrap metal, as well as dead men embedded in the inner wall of the scrap metal.

Pangu's performance far exceeded Anaheim's expectations, and he even had the feeling that he would be at the top of his game, feeling that his own strength was enough to destroy the entire Allied army, and break through the holes.

Anaheim roared through the air, and 70 tanks were the result of his battle with the Scorpions, who had lost only 7 of them.

"Charge!" He casually aimed at a battlefield and rushed over with a scorpion swarm.

"This way...... Be obstructed! The roar like a lion's roar erupted at the scorpion swarm, with a low square as the fulcrum, spreading in a fan-shape, the buildings fell in pieces, and even the scorpion king staggered away from the direction and crashed into the ruins, and several young sand scorpions burst their eyes in the scream, their brains scattered, and they were actually killed by a roar.

Anaheim was no exception in the air, but instead of a lion's roar, it was a foot so large that it was larger than his entire size, appearing out of thin air, kicking his face.

The invincible Pangu failed to chop the big foot to pieces, and only embedded it in more than half a meter, and the sole of his foot kicked on Anaheim, kicking the sturdy black mountain out of the way.

The smoke and dust slowly cleared, and an unfamiliar ability from Anaheim stood in the way of the sand scorpion, and behind him stood a familiar ability from Anaheim, Medeland. Ilnophile and the legendary long-dead King of Ontario, Kolo. Duncan.

Maddie betrays Suzhi on the night the Light is extinguished and joins Fanor's side.

At first, he lived like a fish in water as the only person in Fanor's camp who could control the Knights of Light, but as the Knights of Light merged into Les Misérables, the warriors loyal to Su Zhi were eliminated, and he gradually lost his effectiveness.

What's even more tragic is that in front of Fanor, he and Sean, who later joined. Gru didn't even have the value of being a combat force, Li Dajiang was there, working hard, taking on all the field work, and he didn't need helpers.

Maddie is different from Sean, the shark is bent on honing his skills, only hoping to find Andy one day to take revenge, but he wants more, betraying Su Zhi, he feels that he can get more.

Fanol finally gave him this chance. Kolo. Duncan's transformation is over, and the old Duncan is processed into a vial of plasma, cultivating a new Duncan, stronger but without thought, Arley. Spin linked him to the neurons of the new Duncan, and although there were the side effects of horrible intermittent neuralgia, he became the king of Ontario's mind, more precisely, Koloe. Duncan's clone of abilities becomes his doppelganger.

This war is the first appearance of him Maddie as the top powerhouse in the world.

"Kolo. Duncan? I didn't expect you to die. Anaheim staggered back, holding Pangu in both hands, his face gloomy.

"Kolo. Duncan is dead. Maddie looked up at the black mountain in the sky, looking pious and crazy, "Great science has brought him back from the dead, and you will be our first battle." ”