With the continuous dispatch of the Supreme Instrument, the situation began to fall into a stalemate, on today's earth, they are equivalent to a movable atomic bomb, there is no means of restraint at all, and the countries dispatched, these equivalent to A-class troops, unless they are surrounded by layers, it is difficult to cause damage to the other party.

A large number of lives were filled, not only superhumans, but also soldiers from various countries; However, civilians may not be able to fight back against the massive war machine, but the exception is superhuman, even if it is only a second-level superhuman, and a B-level skill can cause serious injury or death if it hits any of the coalition soldiers.

What's more, there are fewer, but a considerable number of transhumans, who have begun to ascend after experiencing the war.

The Illuminati's transformation methods have always been secretive in secret, but once the transformation is completed, their bloodline talent is not quite the same as that of the chosen ones back then; The bloodline is very active, and although it is not as exaggerated as an evolutionary person, it seems that it can also be promoted independently without going through the system.

This is probably one of Fan Huolong's killer features, continuing to create low-level troops, it can't withstand the baptism of artillery; As long as we fight stronger and stronger, we can gradually surpass the production capacity of the modern military industry.

The sound of gunfire, cannons, and the violent sounds of various life-and-death struggles resounded in this space with no end in sight.

'Boom! ''Boom!'' ''Boom!'' ''Boom!'' ’

The two circular energy turrets are constantly venting their firepower, and the red energy beams emitted are attached to the attributes of penetrating and destroying the body, which is somewhat similar to the standard equipment of the Sith organization in Star Wars.

Before the collapse of the system, those former organization leaders and regiment leaders must have exchanged a large number of Q coins and points, and the weapons and equipment they possessed were definitely beyond the imagination of others.

Even if only sixty percent can be used, at least a small half of the five oceans coalition army, nearly 100,000 reformed troops, will die under their guns.

"Dude. Do me a favor! Get rid of that big guy who moves," shouted the familiar creep, referring to an A-class ironclad bird a hundred meters away, and with that strange sonic attack, it had already scrapped five individual mechs.

"I'm not one of yours, I'm just here to find your instructor," Tang Long twitched his lips and said.

"I know, but you can't die without help, can you? Our squad is about to lose it! ”

Tang Long sighed helplessly. The flame in the hand rose violently, and the hand technique, the four styles, Huang Quanyin, waved through the void, and the fierce fire light burst out from the bird's body, like a maggot attached to the bone, and a violent scream sounded, and after a violent movement, the dust dispersed. This big bird, like a small mountain, finally turned into a pile of skeletons and molten iron.

"Big brother, your level is really high, are you interested in being a soldier, I guarantee that you can be a captain."

Ignore the words of this obviously heartless person. This war came so quickly that even if he got the news in advance, he was caught off guard and was not prepared at all. The battle was in full swing immediately, and it was too late to stop it; I was like a spectator, watching it play out. But it's not just how it ends.

Civil war, what the hell is there to fight!? Tang Long thought unwillingly, the space was flooded with layers of ripples, the building collapsed, and the corpses were everywhere, just for the difference in concepts? It's too dismissive of human life!

"Big brother, what are you doing in a daze, the instructor is in front, come with me!"

Suddenly, the sound of the machine sounded, and countless flying machines like bird's nests flew over, and in the visible angle, it seemed to be filled with a large number of human bodies, layer upon layer, in the thousands.

"What's that?" Tang Long hurriedly asked.

"I don't know, the machines that catch people, it seems that the battalion commander said that we are the ones who opened the way," the other party scratched his head, uncertain.

Tang Long's mind was racing, and he immediately knew the other party's intentions, this surprise attack was not at all to deal with the upper echelons of the Illuminati, or to defeat the other party, even if there were many transformed troops, if an administrator wanted to escape, there would always be a way; The fundamental purpose is to consume the opponent's vital strength, destroy the huge number of bottom layers first, and without support, the remaining twenty or so super soldiers, relying on slow grinding, can always grind to the point of exhaustion, or the other party's surrender.

However, this method is inevitably too inferior! What will happen to these captured superhumans, killed, autopsied, or imprisoned? Either way, it's not much better.

War should avoid civilians, even if they are special.

"I'm not leaving!" Tang Long said in a low voice, the flames on his body swelled, and he disappeared in place in an instant.

Ripples suddenly appeared in the air, a gap slowly parted from it, and the scene of the present world emerged, just as the slave catcher was about to rush out, a figure blocked the front.

"You've crossed the line!"

Tang Long grabbed with both hands and fingers, crossed left and right, and the two slave traps in front of him began to make a 'crunch' sound, as if there were invisible walls on both sides squeezing.

In terms of strength alone, after all these years of training and evolution, although there is no display, Tang Long estimates that it has reached 70 points, although it is far beyond the average human being, even a senior person, and it does not take much effort to lift a ton of strength, but for a slave trap weighing dozens of tons plus the impact force, it is still a lot worse.

But the strength has reached this level, and the pure strength is no longer important, as the space continues to tighten, the iron sheet of the slave trap begins to concave inward, and the nose of the machine is slowly flattened.

'Crunch crunch-'

"Get me down!!" The green tendons on Tang Long's forehead jumped out one by one, and slowly pressed down, and the dozens of tons of machines gradually fell to the ground, and the driver had already been knocked unconscious.

Drawing a gourd in the same way, another slave catcher was forced to land; Such a movement also attracted the attention of the army, and more than a dozen genetic flying moas rushed over with electromagnetic gun knights, and the head of the spear was raised one after another, pointing at Tang Long.

Turning over out of thin air, pulling all over the body, turning all over the body, layer by layer, these genetically modified knights only felt that their hands were numb, and they could no longer hold the barrel of the gun, "Let go!" "I only heard a low sound, and a dozen or so guns were retracted in the middle, like a peacock opening the screen, and the knights fell off their horses one after another.

The remaining moa just wanted to pounce and bite, and a supreme and powerful aura burst out, and the breath of death was revealed in the light, this is - judgment!

It was as if there was an invisible giant beast in front of them, and the coercion of the higher creatures finally awakened the fear of these genetic creatures, and they scattered one after another with a 'whimper', as if the mouse saw a cat.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a ray of light rushed over at a great speed.

"Damn the Illuminati bandits!"

"Trouble!" Tang Long gritted his teeth, the surging flames rushed out, and the two shock waves collided together, and the sky lit up, and the rolling air waves separated from both sides.

The guy on the other side finally revealed, like a golden sculpture, holding a small axe in his left hand and a round shield on his right arm, and the muscular lines of his body that even the best artists could not carve.

However, the light emitted from his body was not suppressed by the holy light, but exuded a bloodthirsty and violent aura.

"Berserker? No, Holy Spirit! (To be continued.) )