Maybe it's the nascent robot race, and they are not yet familiar with the combat skills that the 'robots' should have. Or maybe the robots still have a little problem with elemental creatures and don't have creativity, so they don't have any new ideas to break through in tactics.

The previous performance did not go beyond the traditional clan tactics of the Lost Land. Even the artillery battle, except for the arrangement accurate to the second, is no different from the bombardment of the magic group in the maze.

On the contrary, their performance in execution is the strongest of all the races and forces she has ever seen, Fen, a former demon king who has seen the world.

A second ago, a certain magician suggested the possibility of a certain tactic. In the next second, all the people moved. With dazzling cooperation, like the most disgusting flies, fighting big with small, pointing directly at the god Pejun Sibo who did not dare to challenge before this.

The magnetically specialized robot began to pull the movement of divine power from all angles. The shelling, which had been stopped, resumed, though to no avail.

From the perspective of a bystander, it seems that they continue to shoot in order to attract a little more divine power, or to disguise some purpose, and the intention is very obvious. It could also be because someone has a preconceived notion that they have this kind of suspicion.

And all this chaotic combat to the extreme, there is no order at all. Even the stronger side, Perjunsbo, was frustrated with these annoying little things.

As a god who can perfectly control the big and small things in the divine domain, how could Peijun Sibo not notice the abnormalities on the battlefield. All the robots that were destroyed by Him would be evacuated by other companions in the shortest possible time. After a while, the familiar light of the soul appeared on the battlefield again, and struck him again.

In addition, there were not many wreckage of the mechs on the battlefield, so he once wondered if there would be an end to such a battle.

Repeatedly waving his arms, sweeping his legs again and again, the fragile opponent, no one can resist his casual blows. And the damage they did to themselves was minimal, and they didn't need to pay much attention to it at all, and the speed at which the divine power naturally recovered allowed him to ignore the bites of these bug levels. However, the number of opponents is too much, and they can still help each other.

In the absence of any breakthrough, this is an endless battle.

Pejunsbo looked up at the many ships gathered in the sky, and judging from the elven light revealed, many of them were his former acquaintances, but now there was a big change. However, those ships could not pose a threat to him for a moment, so Pejunsbo did not take them to heart. After a glance, he was ready to solve these small troubles in front of him in one go.

As an elemental lord, as a god of the Lost Land, how could he not have the means to deal with such a scene. After compressing the accumulated divine power, it is released violently! Shaking off the approaching planes, Perjunsbo began to chant the incantation. Even a god had to use chanting, a magic complex that was unimaginable to mortals. Of course, so does power.

The gods that began to shrink and accumulate power were a warning sign and good news for the robot race. Because the power that Perjunsbo uses to deal with magnetism is all controlled by instinct. Unlike the previous situation, which was affected by emotions, it has become more predictable.

In the process of non-stop movement of the attacking robots, the magnetically specialized robots sometimes gather and sometimes separate. At the prompting of a certain magician, they took the change to the extreme. In addition to exhausting the opponent, of course, there is also the intention of setting traps. Interspersed with intensive shelling, all of which kept repeating seemingly ineffective acts.

All this also paralyzed Peijunsbo's attention. Gradually, he stopped caring about what the robots did. Because the result is all the same, it doesn't work.

But negligence and arrogance are always the easiest factors to take advantage of in a crisis. When Peijun Sibo, who was concentrating on chanting incantations, did not know how many times he resisted the inexplicable influence of the magnetic field around him, a string of dense plasma cannons drilled into the waist and kidney from the back of the waist, giving the god a heavy blow!

Elemental beings have no internal organs, and the gods who appear on the earth elemental plane in the form of energy aggregates also do not have bio-like internal organs, but this does not mean that they are not weak. Especially the Godhead position that he thought he was hiding very secretly, but in fact, under the detection of Lin and the Imaginary Number, there was no place to hide.

However, the Godhead is not a specific entity, or a sphere in the form of an aggregate of energies. It is more like a god restraining certain nodes of divine power in order to maintain the integrity of the entire body. That is to say, in the body of the deity, there are plurality of positions similar to the godhead, not a single one, let alone a single one. And it still flows and exchanges in the body, and the position is not fixed. Unless the cloak of divine power is stripped away, the godhead will appear alone.

What would be the result of these energy-intensive entanglements if they were to be attacked by external forces?

Although Pejunsbo seemed to be expressionless, he continued to chant the incantation. But judging from the fluctuation of his divine power, this blow was definitely not light, and even the magic almost collapsed. He tried to cover up these facts, but he didn't know that he had already fallen into the eyes of the machine.

The machines, who understood the effects of the attack, also did not show much excitement. They are still maintaining the same offensive, and continue to use various means to mobilize the displacement of Peijunsbo's divine power. And is ready to give this once high god a hard blow when his weakness is exposed the next time.

Peijun Bo didn't have time to think about whether the heavy blow of the machine was a coincidence, or the result of careful calculation. When the chant was nearing completion, He had put all his energy and hope into the magic that could sweep away everything in sight in one fell swoop, and had no time for anything else. Even if they are farther away and do not suffer fatal damage, it is bound to be able to demoralize them.

It's just the opportunity He is looking forward to, and the opportunity that the machine is waiting for. The moment before the magic is completed, the divine power operates with the completed spell model, as long as the power fills this model structure, the mysterious magic effect is bound to explode a blooming spark on the earth element plane!

At the same moment, the plasma bombs fired by the battleship-class main gun drilled into the divine domain from the gap, bombarding the weak points of divine power in a string, and kept superimposing!

The battleship-level main cannon that I had never experienced before, coupled with the backlash after the god-level magic went out of control, instantly destroyed the stability of the god's body. It's like the energy of a wild horse, pulling each other inside and outside. The deformed divine domain and the continuous action of the robotic magnetic field have exacerbated all these changes.

But if that's the case, it only hurts Him, but it doesn't kill Him. Perjunsbo gritted his teeth and held on. As long as he is given time, under the influence of the Godhead, the divine body will eventually return to stability, just as believers expect.

However, the opportunity that has been created with great difficulty will not be easily let go of by the robots. Their first move was to flee from the god Perjuns. How far, how far to escape.

Because in the sky, the only colonial ship that did not flip up and down, at this time, it adjusted its horizontal angle so that it fell downward. The tuning fork-like bow was entwined with electric light, and the terrifying oppression that was not inferior to the divine power swept in!

Imaginary number, fire!