"Sesame slam the door open!" "The tooth-blasting goblin pulled the trigger hard, holding a hand cannon with a flare. The strong recoil force allowed him to glide backwards and pan on the ground, the soles of his shoes squeaking against the mirror-like ground.

A fist-sized grenade flew forward and slammed into the energy defense barrier. The golden firelight and the red transparent barrier collided together, and the two annihilated each other. The grenade disintegrated, but five blue warheads in the shape of thumbs flew out of the flames and continued to move forward, sticking hard into the gate leading to the bridge.

Five explosions occurred in quick succession on the door, and then the gate cracked into seven pieces and fell backwards unwillingly. The Tooth Bombers had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and all kinds of explosives were thrown in one after another, creating a strong flash, a huge shock noise, explosions, EMPs, and stinky farts. Then, a group of explosive fangs rushed in, holding their weapons alof.

"Huh, what about people?" The goblins looked left and right, and the bridge that was supposed to have many people and various positions was empty, and of course there were no dead bodies. In the curved control room of the tall three floors, in addition to the various electronic devices - many of which have been paralyzed by the exploding version of the EMP, and some have been destroyed by explosions - there is only a black glass cover that looks strange. It is cylindrical, about three meters in diameter, and from ceiling to floor, it resembles a cylindrical display tank for the underwater world. It's just that through the solid transparent glass, the fried teeth can only see a whole jar of black sludge.

"Naygus, the report found Naygus, let the soft cute be careful!" They raised their weapons and fired at the glass jars in unison.

The members of the Templars are very good at absorbing energy from the outside world, so they can take a lot of damage. This is especially true of the ontology of Nakus. Hundreds of "Saruman type" grenades were enough to blast through the gate, and the glass jar only had a few cracks, far from being able to burst into pieces. The black cement squirmed and rolled, constantly sending out ** divine signals. The whispers of Nacous are the most terrifying means of psychic influence in the multiverse, and it is rooted in the apocalyptic forces of the universe, and as long as a race thinks about its future, it is natural to consider dealing with possible dangers, including the end of the world. Nakuth is the end of the world, and their outward psychic signals can completely mobilize the fear of living beings, causing them to collapse in the face of a terrible threat, or go mad and lose their combat effectiveness, or surrender to become the Sanctuary of Nakus.

It is the ability to amplify emotions and is able to be used across all races. In the minds of different intelligent beings, it may become a prophecy, or a picture, or a requiem, or a line of program code. Inevitably, the Fried Teeth received this information, their eyes widened, and then they blinked, immediately forgetting what they were seeing.

Fried Tooth never dies, and even if it is blown up, it is just a different way to serve the big boss and conquer the world with another appearance. Instead of worrying about death, it is better to spend life on how to be more brilliant, more carnival, and more colorful. This crazy thought is engraved in Fried Tooth's mind, and it has become the core part of his "I think" power. Just as a stone never worries about the end of the world, a tooth blast is just a happier, wiser stone. They continued to carry their guns and fired another round of blows, but the effect was still very poor.

"Fire support! big guns!" The Bombers are not new to combat, so they are naturally prepared.

Explosive Teeth, who can call for fire support, must have several red flags planted on his body. The triangular flag reads "Bomb here" or "Fire here" in black or green paint. The flag-planting goblins pull out the chess pieces from behind their backs and throw them in front of the glass jars, and then the Bombards call for fire support through the psychic network. They are always babbling, and the people who hear them are often mistaken. Therefore, when the shells hit, about 40% of them were likely to be aimed at planting flags and blowing up teeth.

Due to the fact that the fleet of Tooth Bombers arrived one after another, and the Z Bug always adopted the idea of overriding in terms of number and over-preparation in terms of firepower, there was never a shortage of Tooth Bombing ships that came to the battlefield and failed to launch shells. They receive a signal to call for fire support and immediately proceed. Therefore, this time it was not a hand-held weapon aimed at the glass jar, but a real ship-based gun.

The larger the caliber of the gun, the better, the thicker the barrel, the better, the more the quantity, and the more fierce the charge, the better. The Bombards once frantically made a giant guy with a cannon caliber larger than the diameter of the ship carrying it, twice the length of the ship, and more than four times the weight of the ship, which was called the "human cannon". The preparation for the launch alone will be one, two, or three, and after the first cannon is out, no one will be gone, and only the lone cannon itself will be left in space, and the gunboat and the explosive teeth on the ship will become history with the smoke of gunpowder.

But that didn't dampen the enthusiasm of the bombers to make all kinds of artillery. Therefore, immediately after throwing the pieces, the Bombfangs began to evacuate, retreating some distance and starting to dismantle their ships to repair their ships. In less than three minutes, shells of all kinds whistled in, and flames and explosions enveloped the entire bridge.

and flag-planting on the bridge.

It's a glorious mission, a moment to test a tooth-blasting faith. About every 10 rounds of fire support, one unscathed flag-planting tooth survives, and without exception, they do not go further and become the "fire boss". In addition to becoming larger and stronger, and being able to wield heavier weapons, they will be able to wield firepower with much greater power and accuracy.

This time it was lucky, the firepower boss stood resolutely in the slowly dissipating smoke and let out a roar of victory. But he soon discovers that he is not alone. Even where the glass jar was original, the black sludge was still there. Though blasted to pieces in the fire, they converged toward the center, twisting and merging with each other to take on the form of a black goblin.

"Counterfeits!Nickers made a spies!" The Firepower Boss immediately sent the message through the psychic network, and then prepared to attack. Having just undergone the baptism of fire, the firepower boss didn't have time to prepare the weapon he had in hand, so he picked up the door panel of the battleship next to him, found a relatively large one with sharp edges, and rushed forward as a knife.

The black goblins are moving slowly, and seem to be adapting to their new form. However, the body that seems to be soft is actually very strong, and it was hit hard by the big knife on the door panel, and the body didn't shake, but the door panel was broken. The firepower boss casually threw away the broken knife, raised a kick and kicked it, and then was directly swept away by the anti-shock force, rolling backwards several times.

"Third battalion commander, where is my cannon!, bring up my cannon!" the firepower boss shouted, and suddenly he was hugged by the black fried teeth.