He didn't understand how earth-shattering what a human mage was doing with the robot race. The machines are even more unclear, because they are only the tools responsible for providing computing power, and they have no idea what is going on behind this complex calculation. The imaginary number asks for it, they accept it, and that's it.

After all, there are too few enemies and too many allies on this battlefield. Most of them were quite far from the front line, and they paid attention to the battlefield for a moment or two, and by the way, they just fired the main guns according to the instructions of the tactical command platform, and most of the time they waited. In this case, providing your own computing power is not a big deal, so it is easy to do it.

It's still a nervous or slack emotion, and it doesn't appear in these programmed robots, otherwise the battlefield commander will teach this group of soldiers who might mutiniate at the slightest of trouble. How Qin lost before the Battle of Feishui was not for those soldiers who made a fuss.

But also on the battlefield, the two who have experienced the divine war have completely different feelings.

Raid with flash magic, and carefully bless your fist with dozens of demon-breaking and demonic attack effects, and of course, attack methods against the god's virtual body. There are no physical gods in this world, and not everyone is qualified to touch them. This statement is not only a vanity, but also a reality. Because ordinary people really can't touch the concentrated energy mass, at most they will be burned.

Fen thought that this fist would only be the first blow that the two sides would test each other. But he didn't expect that for the gods, the various magical barriers that should be used to hanging like breathing and heartbeat did not exist at all. This punch hit Wurkan in the face solidly, and he ate the full set meal carefully prepared by the lich with his face.

Wurkan's head twisted more than ten times on the spot before stopping, and his neck was like a twisted curl. He had an aggrieved mood more than the lich's surprise.

He did not establish the kingdom of God in order to cast God's body. Originally, after giving up the Divine Tears Golden Body, even if this divine power could not achieve the Kingdom of God on the ground, it would have suppressed the environment and turned the surrounding area into its own geographical advantage. This is an infectious characteristic of divine power, and there is no need for anyone to dominate it at all. The kingdom of God is to control this power within a certain range, not to let it diverge, and to constantly strengthen it.

However, the divine power that should have been spontaneous was suppressed by another force that was not a divine power. And it's not because that power is too strong, so his divine power is defeated and can only be suppressed; Instead, the opponent uses a tricky way to attack his own divine weakness, and I don't know where this so-called 'weakness' comes from.

Of course, Wurkan could not sit still, so he controlled his own power and resisted. But he didn't think that his rough method was not an opponent at all, and he was further suppressed in turn, not to mention, and even this force began to disintegrate the magic barrier that came with the divine power. Even if it is not completely neutralized, it is weakened to the point of vulnerability.

And that's far from the end. In his own perception, an even stronger chill struck him. It's as if someone is trying to strip themselves naked, intending to look inside and out! God knows why an elemental creature without clothes, or even if he could wear gear, he didn't have the shame of being naked.

I wanted to concentrate on dealing with this pervasive force, but another human female magician, despite the fact that she still maintained an ordinary human form, was very good at divine warfare. Every blow, even if one's divine power can operate normally, may not be able to defend smoothly. Not to mention now, it's barely parrying.

It was its strength that reminded Vurkan of a rumor from a thousand years ago that a lich who ruled the Lost Lands had destroyed the Old Gods with his own hands. In my impression, that one is from the undead system, and he doesn't deal with their elemental elves, so he has never been in contact.

Moreover, thanks to the collapse of the old gods, he was able to obtain the power that was once untouched by the prayers of the dwarves to achieve his current position. So at that time, Wurkan also sent his powerful subordinates to find out information about him.

It's just that after the Demon King was killed, he stopped paying attention. The near-eternal life of the elemental elves, he had seen too much of the things that came and went. Those who have died or stepped back from the front stage of history have no value to pay attention to.

But how could such a person stand with that group of betrayers!

Damn it!

Damn it!

Wuerkan, who was almost unilaterally beaten, kept cursing in his heart. This resentment is also gradually accumulating.

And the largest number of machines, especially Hiff Quinn, of course, can't just watch the show and do nothing. Even if the opponent is a god, he can be beaten before, but if he can't beat him now, it just means that he doesn't use the right method. Therefore, the mechists are trying to test their methods, while carefully avoiding the human female magicians who are engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Wurkan.

It's a pity that whether it's a railgun or a plasma cannon, even if it breaks through the inherent barrier of the gods, there is no way to cause any damage to the disembodied energy polymer. Especially the plasma cannon that originally thought it was a play, but it turned out that it couldn't even make a little disturbance, so it was absorbed in turn, or exploded and spilled.

But compared to the crowd of people who were painlessly trying under the tactical command platform, Hiff Quinn focused on the human magician. The previous pleasant cooperation experience, as well as the endless whimsical ideas, not to mention the dominance of the robot man's calculations, and the great suppression of Wurkan, all made Hyph Quinn have a little more hope for this human.

Mobilize a small group of nanoworms to gather a miniature robot around the magician. In the same silver-white shape of the girl's double ponytail, Hiff Quinn sat on Lin's shoulders with her feet crossed, conveyed her thoughts by contact, and said delicately: "My lord, do you have a way to solve the current dilemma so that our attacks can also work?" ’

Although he is trying to counter the corrosive forces from Wuerkan, Lin will not completely ignore the outside world. And the cuteness of the mechanical girl didn't make him dizzy.

Lin was a little distracted, and secretly scolded that anyone who had contact with the box cut would be distorted by the undisciplined short knife. But no one wanted to know who the first crooked man was, and he just responded formulaically: 'While the uncertainties don't come in handy, I do have some ideas to try.' But the question is, why am I telling you so much? Even if there is nothing the machine can do, relying on the one who is fighting in the field can solve the trouble of our god. Not really. ’

If only you told me. Haph Quinn said bewilderedly.

'Just to tell you?' Lin turned his head this time and looked at the mechanical girl sitting on his shoulder.

'yes. Doesn't everything have to go through the fire? Aren't you just worried that some knowledge that is too troublesome will be known by too many unnecessary people? If it's just you and me, then it shouldn't be a big problem. I owe you enough anyway, and it doesn't hurt to owe more. Not really. ’