Until, one or the other, moved.

"Hint: The Seven Evil Arrays are on, and the current damage is increased by 10%."

Zhao Qian looked at it, and the creature over there who was reluctant to put down the corpse in his mouth rushed towards him quickly.

Behind it, the real conductor of it, or rather, the master, is covered.

The man who really controls the pace of the battle.

The fat dog smiled confidently, this tactic that he had learned had been used many times. Time-tested.

It's simple, but it's also very effective.

At least it has caused a lot of trouble to many strong players who are stronger than the fat man, especially some teams, which is simply a nightmare for those teams. With a bang, the crispy traveler they were hiding behind was almost dead.

And himself, because of the effect of attribute sharing, has become rough and thick-skinned. Like a warrior charging in front of the battle.

This set of tactics, in his eyes, is tantamount to perfect.

At least there are no fatal flaws.

The only weakness itself is no longer a weakness because of a skill.

Zhao Qian stood in place, watching.

Recognition has already been used.

He watched, and the hint of increased damage kept coming in his ears.

The other party got closer and closer, and he became more and more calm.

Dynamic Vision Lv2, on.

In the vision slowed down by seven times, the green tendons on both sides of Zhao Qian's eye sockets were slightly convex.

The battle situation just now changed so quickly that even he could react completely, but the creature in front of him that was getting closer and closer couldn't help but Zhao Qian not take it seriously.

The horizontal sword is ahead.

A string of data flashed in his eyes.

"Alien Queen (Status: Defect, Attribute Sharing)"

"Race: Titan Aliens"

"Allegiance: Traveler 3964."

"Strength: 26 + 1 points."

"Dexterity: 19+1."

"Stamina: 30+1 points."

"Perception: 16+1 points."

"Wisdom: 4 points."

"Spirit: 6 o'clock."

"Charisma: 4 points."

"Base HP: 1200/1200 points."

"Actual HP: 1220/1510 points."

"Innate ability: Gene capture (dinosaur): This unit has a sense of the excellent genes of certain races, and after hatching from a certain organism, it will automatically seize the excellent gene fragments in the incubated organism to obtain better specific abilities of other races."

"Innate ability: Racial Conception (Missing): This unit can spawn in certain carbon-based organisms, hatching low-level units that serve them. (Note: When the unit feels threatened, it will produce Xenomorph eggs of equal rank to its own.) ）”

"Innate Ability: Acidic-Body-Fluid: Any body-fluid of this unit that appears in any way is strongly acidic. and deals 10 Corrosive damage to the corroded unit for the next 10 seconds. ”

"B-level Talent Skill: Ancient Bloodline (Passive): This unit has awakened the instinct of a certain bloodline in its body, adding 1 point to all attributes, and increasing the attack damage judgment by an additional 30 points."

"B-Rank Talent Skill: Scale Armor (Passive): This skill will appear after metamorphosis, reducing the physical damage taken by this unit by an additional 30 points, and this skill can be stacked with skin protection talents."

"Contract Skill: Attribute Sharing: This unit will give its contractor an additional 60% of each stat value."

The next moment, in the face of the bite of the other creature, he did not immediately draw his sword forward.

Zhao Qian stepped back.

The beast's instinct for danger saved him once more.

The fat man's eyes made no secret of his disappointment that the traveler in front of him was out of the range of his spell.

Mind control is a skill, which is why the alien was able to slice through the predator in front of it in one fell swoop.

But in the eyes of this oriental swordsman, at the moment when this guy in black robe was wearing black just now, a certain hidden and obscure aura loomed on his body.

It's not like the magic that swells with the elemental power in the air, but more like what some travelers call mystical skills.

The more he thought about it, the more it should have been, and he still saw the predator's movements before he died.

The alien didn't care so much, or it didn't mean to work with the contractor it belonged to.

It rushed forward and rushed out towards Zhao Qian, rushing out of the fat man's casting range.

Behemoth, forward.

My heart sank.

Zhao Qian watched.

To be honest, even if it's one-on-one, he doesn't have any confidence in dealing with the alien in front of him.

But they had to deal with it.

took out the folding spear from the ticket and threw it to the black-haired girl on the side, Zhao Qian looked coldly at the big guy who was already close at hand.

"Interfere with him."

The swordsman said. The mage over there clearly couldn't keep up with his contract beast.

His sword was unsheathed.

The cold is surging.

Let the temperature around Zhao Qian drop down.

It doesn't seem like a bluff, but it's the limit.

"Hint: The Seven Evil Arrays are on, and the current damage is increased by 40%." (To be continued.) )