Liu Ying walked slowly all the way, but he did not hesitate in the direction, and went straight to the west gate.

Along the way, countless busy synths nodded to him or waved their fists in salute. Everyone who showed a sincere smile, they may not have noticed it, seeing that Liu Ying finally recovered and went out, everyone unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, his shoulders were not broad, but they could provoke the heavenly Taishan.

Halfway through, Adams, who got the news, hurried over and glanced at Liu Ying, who was walking calmly and slowly, and the synth king, who was already very familiar with Liu Ying's style, squinted: "Coming?"

"It's coming!" Ryu Shadow smiled and nodded, not forgetting to fist a synth warrior who passed by.

"How long?"

"I'm just a man's sixth sense, not a reconnaissance plane. Giving Adams a blank look, Willow Shadow began to climb the wall.

"You're not going to rush out single-handedly this time to 'hit the wall', are you?" said Adams, uneasy.

"No, no, no! How many times have you said it, do you still have a little dignity as a king?" Liu Ying chose a feng shui treasure with a wide field of vision, nodded with satisfaction, and opened the formation to start cleaning up weapons and equipment.

Adams glanced at Willow Shadow in distrust, then hurriedly left, and began to arrange battle formation tactics around Willow Shadow's location.

A groundhog cautiously burrowed out of the ground, probing its head for a while, and its body expanded dramatically, and finally changed into a chubby human figure.

Wang Fatty!

The fat man shook the dust off his body, and didn't care about the detection eyes in the sky and the earth or in the dark places in the corners. The tentacles of Naais also turned a deaf ear to his chubby form.

Knowing very well where the limit of his talent is, Wang Fatzi was arrogant but cautiously swept across the loess and ran towards the hidden place of the other 7 people.

At this time, Naais put 72.5% of its data thinking into the army of nearly 700,000 combat power.

Battleships that cover the sky and the sun, mechs that stand tall in the sky, dense mechanical beasts, and mechanical soldiers who are torrents of steel, and the Naais carrier disguised as ordinary mechanical soldiers spontaneously generates a sense of pride.

If she could see it, she would be proud of it, right?

Looking at the A06 fortress in front of him, Naais sneered in his heart. Adams is also tired of being a rectum, thinking that he will play with him to add fuel to the ball?

The 10,000 horses pretending to be guerrillas played a trick gun and did not return to the synth headquarters, but had already circled this side;

The 10,000 horses that attracted the attention of their main force also began to retreat to this side after heavy losses;

The Bright Face and the Humans have actually been secretly ambushing this side for a long time;

Defend the point to send reinforcements, and then raid with all your might, intending to eat yourself in one bite?

Naive!

There is no emotion leakage in Naais's eyes, today, it depends on whether your four paws make my dumplings, or my giant dragon gnaws his head first, and then bites his hand, swallowing your scum left!

Willow Shadow put the beast back into her arms and smiled openly. Whether Naais concentrates his body here, shrinks in the lair, or divides his cautious heart in a few places, today, it is doomed.

Showdown, close the net!

At noon, the sun was blazing and cloudless.

A black line loomed on the distant horizon, like a wave, rolling like a tide, and the mighty turned into an endless army of machines.

The first to gallop was the cheapest and fiercest army of tarantulas in the hands of Naais. This strange machine with two wolf heads in front and back, and eight legs in the python body can adapt to any battle in extreme terrain, even if it is cut into three, it can still fight on its own, which is very ruthless.

They are followed by a dense network of mechanical soldiers, with skeletal shelves filled with ranged melee weapons, the most basic all-rounder of the Naais Legion, and the standard unit with a base power of "1".

For every 100 standard combat power, a giant mecha with a height of more than 10 meters is followed, or holding a sword, or an axe, or a laser cannon, which can be described as cast in copper and iron, both offensive and defensive.

Above the mighty ground troops, there were twisting and undulating flying mechanical eagles and several other unseen aerial supremacy machines, which roared silently as if they were covering the sky and the sun.

Adams, who was about to give Liu Ying a detailed analysis, changed his eyes, and looked at the dozens of huge and unforged hideous warships that finally surfaced on the horizon and was dumbfounded.

In the boiling of the scorching sun, this invincible army with green smoke and killing was so unstoppable that it was resolutely killed by the West!

"It seems that over the years, Naais has put a lot of thought into cleaning us synths. Adams looked at the air overlord who appeared on the battlefield for the first time, and his eyes were gloomy, "Why can't we coexist with each other, and you have to live or die?"

"The essence of Naais is the broken computer that accepted instructions and input, although it has evolved to have thinking and strategy, but you have to expect a broken machine to understand feelings and be gracious? That is, you have drunk too much!" Liu Ying unceremoniously hit Adams, slowly mobilizing the true qi in his body and every muscle in his body, and at the same time biting the meat leg in his hand, like a starving ghost.

Adams glanced down at the cross-legged city, facing the enemy army, talking and laughing and munching on the willow shadow, and unceremoniously disdainful: "Your human digestion and absorption system is too primitive, both inefficient and inaccurate, do you want me to change you to a pair of nano intestines?"

Liu Ying rolled her eyes ruthlessly: "Lao Tzu is left with the hobby of eating to support his life, do you plan to make me an immortal existence like you?"

"Shoot!"

Before Adams could answer, there was a thunderous roar from Cheng Laohu's ears, and it turned out to be the strong wave sniper crossbow he was in charge of commanding.

The Mighty Wave Sniper Crossbow is an anti-aircraft weapon invented by Naais, with a very fast speed and a design that shifts the angle with the fluctuation of the air current, which is very ruthless, and is typically aimed at synths who have air superiority.

Now her air force has also tasted the power of this weapon, with ten rounds of ballistae, a salvo of more than 200 ballistas, and more than 2,000 crossbow arrows can often hit ninety percent. For a while, the flying eagles and other mechanical soldiers in the air were raining down and falling snow, so it was not lively.

However, after the failure of the previous raid, it was already a matter of calculation that these weapons would be repaired and used by the synths. So Naais was unmoved, and secretly commanded the troops to maintain the rhythm and continue to charge.

"Attack!" The ion turret commanded by Mo Xuan also began to spiral rhythmically, firing blue ballistics and shooting towards the giant mecha in the distance on the ground. The blue particle projectile accelerated from the muzzle of the gun, and finally bombarded a mech with a great sword, a giant axe, and a thunder mecha at 5 times the speed of sound.

Under Mo Xuan's command, the ion cannon could often hit the same part with dozens of accurate shots, bringing penetrating damage to these steel behemoths.

Closer, closer, Wen Hou pursed his lips, his eyes did not move, and the 500 nitrogen turrets he commanded were steaming, waiting for the vanguard of the tarantula army to enter the firing range.

They don't actually need to shout commands, and within a certain range, it only takes 0.01 seconds for their internal network to reach information, share vision, and part of their thinking.

But they had an ally, a "Khanda" whom they respected immensely, so they unanimously decided to choose this way, to silently express the promise that "we will always fight side by side until the end of each other's lives", and it is not a lie.

"Call Lao Tzu!"

With the roar of Wen Hou, the nitrogen turret spewed out a monstrous liquid, and the white smoke liquid spread a silver river in front of the city wall with a depth of 100 meters and a width of 100 meters. Within the river, all mechanical life is frozen into ice sculptures, which then quickly cracks, melts, and dissolves under the scorching sun, and finally turns into pools of mercury that sparkle brightly.

As soon as Pu made contact, the vanguard of the Mech Legion suffered a devastating blow, but neither Adams nor Willow Shadow was happy about it. Naais, who was hidden in the troops, didn't even have an electrocardiogram.

The 0.5 unit tarantula unit is originally cannon fodder, and the Flying Eagle is actually an eliminated class. Naais couldn't help but look behind him at his secret weapon, and slowly flew behind the 46 invincible warships that he named "Hive".

The "hive", which has never been put into actual combat, has not yet assessed its combat power, so the so-called 700,000 combat power does not include it!

Adams, are you ready?

Adams was also looking at the "hive", the energy consumption of each warship produced would be astronomical, but there were as many as 46 when it first appeared, which shows how strong Naais's confidence is in it.

"If I die in battle this time, remember to run for your life. Adams looked earnestly at the greasy Willow Shadow.

"Don't worry, I'll run away, and then when you're reborn, I'll come back to you and fight again. Liu Ying raised her eyebrows, and said nonchalantly how to be a deserter, "However, my intuition has always been accurate, and my intuition this time tells me that neither of us can die!"

Liu Ying said the man's intuition with a hippie smile, and Adams and several cadres around him smiled dumbly, but their hearts were much more relaxed for no reason.

The war continues, and the attrition is multiplying. The "hive" did not move at all, and coldly watched the cannon fodder charge into battle and die in batches.

Finally, mechanical eagles began to break through the blockade and attack the sky above the fortress, and there were also tarantulas who stepped on the corpses of their own kind that had been cut and broken by the laser to climb the city, grinning at the synth defenders, and the melee combat finally came.

"Buzz!"

The popping sound of countless laser swords merged into a dragon groan, so neat that it startled Willow Shadow, and Adams laughed mischievously and stepped out.

Countless synths who are usually gentle and elegant stepped out at the same time, turning into war machines and slashing at the army of tarantulas with steel teeth in their mouths.

Liu Ying was a rare stagnant, and a natural repulsion made him not make the first move, but began to carefully observe the source of this pressure.

The synth army did not deliberately line up and attack, but naturally formed countless combos.

The laser sword in their hands has no moves to speak of, but it is terrifyingly perfect, terrifyingly accurate, without a trace of superfluous movements, and there will be no waste of power.

The laser sword in the hands of one person is churning, suddenly close to the attack, suddenly far shot, several people in the hands of the laser sword attack and defend each other, vertical and horizontal, but all of a sudden, from the fingers, chest, back, legs, any position you don't think of black holes, fire out of the laser, or attack the enemy in front of you, or shoot at the enemy next to you.

In the moment of their own battle, they will suddenly find a gap to attack a certain enemy army, and then tacitly separate after slashing together. From start to finish, there is no need for a single communication, there is no pause.

Liu Ying was dumbfounded, his scalp exploded, in such a chaotic battlefield, a few, dozens, hundreds, thousands of people, as if they were sharing the same brain.

Three heads, six arms, a thousand hands Guanyin!

Liu Ying's poor literary head can only come up with these two words, if their enemy is themselves, how can I fight?