Now back to the question of the horns in the previous chapter: What cells dare to attack a colony of hundreds of cells?

The answer, of course, is another cell population. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the midst of the chaos of the waters, the horns were completely unaware of what was happening, and only instinctively sought out their companions to gather together - the power of the group could protect them, as had been the conclusion of thousands of years.

The Trident didn't move with the Onehorns (again for that reason), and the Rangers' command cells were all attacking the densest spots where the Onehorns were gathered, and none of the Rangers were coming in its direction. So the triadx only felt some fluctuations in the current, completely unaware of what was happening.

"Second team, charge!"

At the speed of the Rangers, the second team was already out of its sensing range, but the cells followed the Rangers' preset orders, and the second team began to aim and accelerate.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

A continuous muffled sound echoed in the sea of silence, but unfortunately neither side could hear it.

This harvest was slightly smaller than the first time, but it also turned numerous monohorned cells into monogram organic food. The Seventh Ranger Cell who was in charge of devouring below was so busy that he couldn't eat.

And when the second wave of troops pierced through the one-horned colony, the third wave was ready.

The non-stop charge, the high speed makes it impossible for those single horns to give full play to their numerical superiority, and when they get together, they will become targets: if they don't get together, they can't beat the rangers at all!

Run, can't escape: fight, can't fight. Unconsciously, the unicorns fell into the dilemma of the unicorn facing the cylindrical cells back then.

There is always a question of good or bad luck in fights, especially in group fights, where there are more and more complicated situations. Some people are lucky, three or five people are beaten by one person, and some people are unlucky, they are the guys who are beaten by those three or five people. Whether it's the upside or the downwind, there are always lucky ones on both sides and there are always unlucky ones. At best, a little more on one side and a little less on the other.

The lucky one of the one-horned communities? Isn't that the three prongs?

Neither the first nor the second wave found it, and in the third wave, a Ranger set the purpose of the charge on it, but was dodged by the Triprongs, and then ......

It's neatly cut in half, there's wood! Three prongs, your two spikes have made meritorious service again!

How...... He's dead? Didn't you do anything? One of the parties was still a little stunned.

"......" and the other party will never be able to answer it.

[One-cornered faction player trident gets his first effective kill!] 】

The Ranger cell fluid below was also a little stunned...... This one floated down, and it doesn't seem to be the same as what I ate before......

The unlucky bastard of the one-horned tribe...... Needless to say, they're all unlucky.

The lucky one of the rangers, the same above, the unlucky ones of the rangers......

"Trouble ......"

This was the second round of the attack after the third wave was over, and the Rangers were at the front.

"I'll take the lead!"

The first horn cell was pierced by it without any suspense, and the rush of the guerrilla hanging on one of its horns did not diminish, and the angle was slightly fine-tuned, and the second panicked horn cell also became the ornament of another horn on its head.

【doublekill！ (Double Kill)]

It is worth mentioning that the size of the monohorned cell is smaller than that of the Ranger (after all, the vitality of the Ranger is 7), so the appearance of the Ranger now is like this~--o(n_n)o, well, a big ball in the middle, two small balls diagonally upward, and the spikes are all squeezed out of sight.

The Ranger began to slow down, trying to shake off the two trophies on its head, but it was so tight that it seemed a little difficult to shake it off.

"If only I had hands." The Ranger thought.

"What is a hand? It seems like a very complicated thing. ”

Thanks to the Rangers' efforts, the two single-horned cells finally reluctantly left their sharp horns, sank with the current, and embraced Mother Earth.

"Alright, now we can go out." Shaking off the two burdens, the Ranger was noticeably lighter, and it had sensed five or six "ill-intentioned" monohesid cells approaching it.

The Ranger is completely stress-free when faced with one or two one-corners, three or four is a bit of a void, five or six, or more......

"Two fists are hard to beat four hands."

"A good man can't stand a lot of wolves."

"But just run away...... Ahem, strategic detour. ”

The Ranger accelerates with a wave of its flagella, and soon it can leave the active range of the unicuelope, as long as it gets out of here, whether it charges or rests, it all depends on its thoughts.

The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny, who said this sentence......

"Bump!"

"Flutter!"

【triplekills！ (Triple Kill)] [Ultrakill! (Four Kills)】

【rampage！！ (Rampage!!) ）】

The Ranger with a lot of momentum finally rolled together with the third horn, and after a lot of grappling, the Ranger pierced the nucleus of the horn with his pendant (the horns on the corpses of the two enemy heroes).

【rampage！！！ (Five Kills!! ）】

The ruthless Ranger hurriedly shook off the two burdens on his head and turned to escape, but he found that he had been surrounded by seventeen or eighteen unicornal cells.

【unstoppable！！！ (No one can stop!! ）】

Ignoring the voice that didn't know what was being said, the Ranger swung his flagellum and moved his position in an attempt to break out of the encirclement.

"Poof!"

[Consume nutrient points 1, heal wounds, restore health 1]

The bright spikes forced the Ranger back, and even if the Ranger could open one spike, he would be attacked from the side by another or even two or three spikes, cutting two wounds at once for the unprepared Ranger.

"Trouble ......" must think of a way to get out of this kind of place.

The worse news is that the One-Horns have apparently sensed the Rangers, the enemy commander (fog) trapped in the enemy camp, from the current, and as the only attack cell they can find, (the other Ranger cells are too fast, and not as unlucky as the Rangers) are surrounding it on all sides and twenty-four!

There is no way...... It's death!

Death...... The Ranger recalled the feeling of death, and the flagellum couldn't help but twitch.

Absolutely, yes, no, no!

Approaches, Methods, Methods......

[Consume nutrient points 1, heal wounds, restore health 1]

[Consume nutrient points 1, heal wounds, restore health 1]

Hit the encirclement again

"Help!"

Phew, I've finally figured out a way......

The charging Ranger cell heard the call for help from the main consciousness, adjusted its position, and rushed in the direction where the Ranger was.

The Ranger cells that fell from the sky ruthlessly shattered the illusion of the Single-Horned Cell Regiment of "Killing the Flag" (ah, it was only a general, no flag), and accompanied the terrified Rangers to strangle the remaining stragglers.

The one-horned group, which is still stubborn about "unity is strength", is the best target, and has been ruthlessly attacked by the Ranger cells, and the seventh team that specializes in touching corpses has long been too busy, and the Ranger has to divide those hunted cells and eat the remains of those cells that have been spilled in the water, as for the remaining one-horns? I can't eat it, so what do they do? There are already a lot of food fragments floating away, and it's shameful to waste food! I've stressed this many times!

"Is it still too reluctant to eat a community of hundreds of cells?" The Ranger thought.

"But if you don't hunt a large cell community, you can't feed that many cells." The Ranger thought as he swallowed a piece of cell debris floating in front of him.

"It can be dispersed." The Ranger suddenly thought.

"Dispersion, which expands the population and reduces food consumption." The Rangers got excited.

"Yes."

The Ranger felt the ripples in the water from a piece of floating food not far ahead, and sped over.

However, as the Ranger approached, the fluctuation of the food flow suddenly disappeared and was replaced by another, larger fluctuation.

Food...... How could it not be seen? The Rangers still couldn't react to this.

Surrounding...... There is no one of the same kind......

Not of the same race...... It's the enemy!

Except for the same kind, they are enemies. This Ranger can still tell the difference.

It was a Ranger cell that had never been seen before, and it was slightly larger than a single horn, with two protrusions on both sides that resembled sharp horns...... In the Rangers' mind, this should be called ...... Blade?

What made the Ranger even more nervous was that in front of him, the corpse of half of the Ranger cells was fluttering, and the cell sap, which was slightly larger than water, spread and sank, mixed with fragments of half-digested cells. It's a Ranger cell that searches for food, but it's clear that it's no longer able to complete the tasks given to it by the Ranger.

The food I just felt ...... Probably a fragment of the corpse of a Ranger cell, right? Killing a Ranger cell alone, in the Ranger's memory, only that cylindrical cell can do it.

Dangerous! Powerful!

This is the definition that the Rangers have given to this enemy in front of them.

Compared to the Ranger, the three-pronged is much simpler.

"It's the enemy."

"Elimination."

This is the end of all the mental activity of the three prongs.

So the moment he spotted the Rangers, the Triprongs swayed their thick flagella and rushed straight at the Rangers!

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[Since childhood, he has had great strength, but he has been alienated and rejected by everyone, even if he moves forward bravely in battle, he still does not get even a trace of care and care. (Fog)

I thought that time would go on like this until I slowly died in the eyes of disgust and suspicion, but the evil invaders who fell from the sky shattered everything, and those exceptionally powerful invaders came and went like the wind, crushing all resistance. Even if it weren't for the help of the Spikes, he wouldn't be an opponent of the aggressor, and the Spikes, which he usually hated so much, became an important partner who saved his life (Fog)

Enough is enough, now the enemy's general is right in front of you, kill it! Cut off its body! Use your pair of spikes to save the race! (Foggy)

The Three Forks of the Brave - Transform and Go! (Fog City London, Fog Capital Beijing)】

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