Angels are afraid of dirty, gods are afraid of pain, and the hypocrisy of the Western gods is far beyond my imagination.

It just so happens that what I'm best at is playing burying, so I can't blame you for targeting you, otherwise the angels who were wiped out by my Rena dung pit will die.

I'm afraid of pain, right, make tactical adjustments to the front line, adopt the tactics of reducing damage, only wounding and not killing, so that those gods can retreat safely after being injured, and spread the pain they have suffered and the fear in their hearts to other gods in the rear. Hurt people's hearts, I want to make them feel hopeless.

The tactical tweaks quickly paid off. Our damage has been reduced, and the damage received by the gods is still very heavy, but it will not be fatal, so there is a scene of a large number of injuries and retreats.

The most demoralizing thing in the war was to see the wounded soldiers coming down from the front line, and the morale of the supporting troops was full of morale, but when they saw the stretchers and white sheets, their hearts immediately cooled. If there are two more stitches and saw legs next to it, then you don't have to wait for the battlefield to retreat.

At the beginning of the tactical adjustment, the opponent's teleportation speed dropped a lot. The gods who were pushed in front of them screamed in despair before they could be hurt, and they couldn't think of attacking at all, and they wanted to use all their divine power for defense. It's a pity that the skill attack of another dimension can't be completely defended no matter how strong the divine power is, as long as we adjust the skill power appropriately, we can destroy their defense skills and continue to cause damage to the main body.

The attack skills of the online game world are very distinctive, and you can do it wherever you want. For example, the top-level skill "Disarming" can affect all enemies in a space of 10 cubic meters at the same time, but this range-based skill will only take effect on the target's two arms, causing the arm to be comminuted from the shoulder to the wrist, and will never cause damage to any part other than the arm.

There are many other similar skills, so that the sons of God have broken arms and legs in large numbers, poisoned and rotted, but they are not dead. It's useless to take the initiative to die with your head after a move, at most you lose your hair and disfigure yourself under the interference of the energy of another dimension, which makes it even worse, it's better to break your arms and legs.

The number of wounded will continue to stack, and the more they flee to the rear, the wider and faster the spread of fear and despair.

After a day, the sons of God almost stopped teleporting, and with the naked eye, no new sons of God appeared in the teleportation array.

Another day passed, deserters began to appear among the sons of the gods who had been teleported, they were in the rear of the Chinese army, and it was not time for them to engage head-on, but they could no longer restrain the fear in their hearts, and they fled back to the teleportation array with the wounded before they could engage in battle. Some of the brains didn't run back directly, but self-harmed first.

This is very smart, and if you run back completely, you will definitely be punished by God, and the deserter will not end well anywhere. After realizing this, they came up with a good way to harm themselves, but unfortunately the delicate Divine Son is still a delicate Divine Son, and does not have the courage and courage of a strong man to break his wrist.

Through the surveillance field, I have seen that the more ruthless of them will use their divine power to cut off one of their fingers, or break an arm. I almost cut a few wounds on my body, so that the blood soaked my clothes, and it looked quite miserable. No matter how bad it is, he slapped himself a few times, making a pitiful appearance with a blue nose and swollen face. The most unscrupulous pinched his arm with tears in his eyes, and he forcibly pinched out two purple beans and ran back, is this a battlefield injury? This is a quarrel with the girl at the same table, right?

I didn't expect this tactic to last until the end, and if the other side couldn't even crack this simple tactic, then I'm too sorry for the word god.

It wasn't until the third day that the other party finally came up with a way to crack it, and the solution was direct and effective: throw the sons of the gods out of the teleportation array, and then close the refrigerator door.

Billions of sons of the gods were forced out by unknown divine powers, and then before they could run back, a hazy force field lit up on the teleportation array, and once the sons of the gods who tried to escape back came into contact with that force field, they would be like being shocked and in pain.

We all recognized that the force field was the forbidden technique used by the gods to seal the elven realm and prevent humans from entering.

The sons of the gods, who were isolated outside, were desperate and had to sacrifice their lives to launch a fierce attack on the online game army, not seeking to win, but only to have a good time.

In the face of the offensive of the sons of the gods who sacrificed their lives and deaths, our online game army began to suffer a large number of casualties, and soon some people began to run out of resurrection coins and had to rush back from the dimensional channel.

"How long will the dimensional passage last?" I asked Samael.

Samael, who was in hell, kept staring at the movement here: "Half a day at most, after half a day, I will remove the portal of the online game world and turn to connect to the Xianxia world." ”

Half a day at most, that is to say, after half a day, our online game army will enter a state where it is impossible to replenish troops, in which case the billion army will soon be exhausted.

After more than three hours of fighting, the sons of a billion gods were wiped out, and our side only caused the actual attrition of less than 10,000 people, which is almost negligible.

But this is not a long-term solution, after the opponent consumes a wave of troops, the teleportation array isolation force field disappears, and another batch of billion god sons are forced out, just like that, the force field isolates them again.

Time is running out, and the online game army has to fight back with all its might, in order to destroy the enemy as quickly as possible to reduce the casualty loss of several sides, and to destroy as many enemies as possible in their heyday.

Time passed minute by minute, there were millions of casualties every minute and second on the snowy region of Rena, blood and corpses covered the pure and immaculate ice and snow world, I have personally seen the hell scenes in the east and west worlds are moved, this battle, what a tragic word!

In the blink of an eye, the 12-hour node was reached, and Samael asked me for instructions on what to do next, whether to meet the Xianxia army as planned, or to leave the dimensional passage to solve the urgent need.

I looked at the ratio table on the dimensional device, and the passage to open the Western God Realm had been opened by 65%, which meant that it would take more than two days and less than three days to complete.

If it weren't for me leading the dimensional army into the god realm, it would be a counterattack by the Western gods on the lower realm, and it would be an unavoidable decisive battle after all. The matter has come to this, how can I retreat and admit it!

"Go, go and connect with Xianxia, bring them over as soon as possible, we can hold the situation here!"

Samael didn't say anything, he was also in a hurry.

The dimensional channel of the online game was closed instantly, and the people who had just been resurrected and had not had time to rush over were completely isolated from the dimension, and the Xixuan world became a trapped beast cage that did not die and could not return, and everyone could only fight with this life, and the atmosphere of the scene suddenly became solemn.

Lingjiao couldn't sit still anymore, and said to his eldest nephew: "Ready, live broadcast!"

They asked him, "What are you going to do?"

Lingjiao Dog's eyes narrowed: "Reward the army, supervise the battle!"

That's right, the king is right, if we want to survive to the end in this unfavorable situation, we need to be united, we need morale and military might!

"Oiran, dress up the king, it's time for him to appear!"

My special ability disciple Oiran is not only the patriarch of the Hitomi clan, but also a top student of the beauty salon major of the Beitai Technical School!

Sunglasses boss chain, cigarette roll small dirty braids. The Spirit Jiao King made his debut.

Accompanying the platform are also the online game society My Red Sister, as well as Oiran's ability White Smoke Dragon.

King Lingjiao hugged left and right, hugged Sister Hong and kissed him, hugged Yanlong and smoked, and his emotions came up at that time.

I patted it on the cheek: "King, it's up to you!"

"Anla~" King Lingjiao smiled evilly, and then his lips trembled: "It's time to lift the seal......"

What! It can say more than two words at a time? Is it because ......

"It's a non-mission career advancement, and the Spirit Jiao King also made a breakthrough when he fought against the big boss Commander Charcoal, and in the breakthrough state, it can break through the limits of its language talent. It should be the opening of the online game dimension channel, so that it has regained the power of breakthrough"

Lily appeared in the room, and he handed me a CD as he spoke: "This is the king's war dance BGM, which is very popular in the online game world, and I also have a collection." ”

I took the disc and smiled: "It turns out that you are also a hidden fan of His Majesty Dance~"

Lily looked at Lingjiao with tears in her eyes: "King, come on, what are you fans~~"

The elven monitoring field opened, and the shape of the spirit Jiao holding the red dragon and the smoke dragon appeared in front of the lineup of the online game army.

The image is magnified, and everyone can see the influence of the spirit Jiao.

"I'm in charge of the online game, AKA King dances, in my BGM, everything is dust!"

The deafening music played in the King Kong flying saucer, the writhing dance of the Lingjiao Hanger, and the tsunami of the online game army below, this is the military music of the king's dance - war dance!

Woo!

You're scared when you see me, and your scalp is numb.

My desire to win is so straightforward!

Come on, you fight, you can do it quickly if you have me!

Your goosebumps have fallen in my Sichuan hot pot~

My happiness is built on your failures,

You are still mother-in-law, mother-in-law, this is the battlefield, fighting, killing, killing.

The crime scene is all flesh and blood,

Can you stand it, are you really okay to play with you?!

I fight for pride, I fight for pleasure,

I fight for success, and I do what I believe in.

Everyone else is frightened, and I see you as well,

I was buried with them, and my dreams were all dead.

Your friends and relatives have a dull face,

The fighting career has come to an end and is still dying,

I will give you the most correct answer several times,

If there is a kind of play,

I'll make you cry and go back to your mom!

As the war dance was sung, the 900 million online game army on the scene collectively burst into flames, and all of them broke through the professional bottleneck in an instant and achieved an increase in progress.

The battle that followed was completely one-sided, and each batch of a billion Miko didn't last more than an hour.

As long as the spirit Jiao does not fall, such an offensive will not be broken.

I hurriedly mobilized supplies: "The beer and coffee golden throat are all on top of the king, whether he can bear the arrival of the Xianxia army depends on him!"