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Chapter 36 Shooting Sirius

A short man dressed in leather armor and dressed in traditional grassland ethnic group stood in Dou Jiande's newly repaired Jincheng Palace. Hearing the announcement of the main god, his face looked very ugly. A shaman-dressed reincarnation man next to him asked uneasy: "Orili and Ke! This mission seems to be to assist this southerner. ΔDo we want..."

"Shut up! Daisendari!" The short man sneered: "You have insulted your name!"

"You actually want to surrender to the weak Southern people, who are not worthy of being the descendants of the Golden Family. Genghis Khan taught us that the joy of men's life is to kill people, suppress the chaotic people, defeat the enemy, eliminate them, seize everything, force their relatives to cry, and lust their wives and daughters! The Southern people are just our slaves and are not worthy of our service!"

"But in this seventh regiment battle, except for the weak men like the Wind Trailer, the other Shenwu teams and the Hongyan team are stronger than us... and we have no possibility of compromise. If we give up the advantage left to us by the Lord God, the battle will be very difficult!"

The shaman next to him wanted to persuade him, but was immediately stopped by the short Ozil and K.

"Silly, as Mongolian geniuses, we are born not trusted by the southern people. Even if we obey, will the forces assigned to us trust us by the Lord God? It is better to seize, control, replace his power, and control this power. There are 100,000 southern people here. If we can contact the tribes on the grassland and sell the southern people to them, we will immediately gain the support of hundreds of small tribes."

"At that time, with the power we control, were we afraid that we could not bribe the warriors of those tribes? If they wanted women, we would give them the women in the city. If they wanted gold and slaves, we would let them kill and plunder!"

"Just like Genghis Khan did, plundering the wives, daughters and wealth of the Southern people, allowing the soldiers to indulge in arbitrarily and sing in the war. Are such soldiers and tribes trustworthy than weak Southern people?"

The shaman also wanted to persuade: "But Orile and Kling, we can confuse and deceive them like Genghis Khan. When the time is right, we will get back everything we want. Now turn against them, and we can't use their power!"

"Daisendari, Shenwu Team and Hongyan Team are both southerners. Although they are stronger than us, their biggest weakness is that they are intrigues with each other. The two most powerful teams must have the other party as their biggest enemies. In this case, we should draw two fronts without hesitation, the Southerners and other nations."

"We should unite other weak teams to deal with the most advantageous southern teams, the Hongyan team, the Shenwu team, and the weakest wind-trapping team, and at the same time provoke internal struggles. Our Tianjiao team, the North Korean universe team, the Turkish Truth team, and the profit-oriented Viper team, must unite to the greatest extent and eliminate the southern people first."

Ozil and Kr analyzed to him: "In this case, we must jointly show hatred for the Southern people, and use the most cruel means to abuse the Southern people while gaining consensus. This is a means of psychological warfare, but when we abuse a common enemy, we will bring each other closer together."

"How to make the North Koreans and Turks reach an alliance with us, even if it is a temporary, fragile alliance? Only blood and wine, drink it together with the blood of the Southern people! You are still far from the military tactics and strategies of the Golden Family!"

Orile and Ke stood up and walked outside the palace gate. Dou Jiande was held in a wooden cage and hung at the door. The bodies of his personal guards and rebels were piled up in a mess in the square in front of the palace gate, forming a sunken pit. A huge twisted worm with a big belly curled up inside and devouring the body.

"The dead worms cannot be compared with aliens. Although they lay eggs very quickly, the larvae and adults are too weak, which can only cause some trouble for the weakest soldiers. But it is enough to help us guard the southerners in this city to deal with ordinary civilians!"

"If it is in the desert, these worms can have a great effect, but this place is the land of the southerners, not the grassland or the vast sea!"

"Is the spell in the southern man still unrelocated?" Ozil and Ke asked with frown.

"We cannot transfer it. Although we can't control him first, the restrictions of the Lord God are still very strict. If we take the initiative to hurt him, we may give him a chance to use the spell."

Ozil and Kr sneered, "What can you do if you give him a chance? What can you understand if a mere plot character, a low-level existence? If it weren't for the Lord God instilling information to him, he would probably not even know how to use the spell!"

Just as the Tianjiao Team implemented its plan in an orderly manner.

Chen Ang's eyes were dozens of miles away, and he locked up here through the heavy blocks. Looking at the bloodstains and miserable situations of Dou Jiande's palace, his eyes gradually became cold. Although he did not expect the reincarnation of the alien race to show how equal and fraternal attitudes, this contempt and unscrupulous behavior would still make him very angry.

The behavior of the Tianjiao team and the encouragement of the main god are at least not rejecting. Even with Chen Ang's indifference and ruthlessness, they will be angry, not to mention that the Chinese will symbiotic with Chen Ang's consciousness now.

At this moment, Chen Ang's spirit firmly locked in the position of the Tianjiao Team. The Chinese will, which had always been very quiet, rarely overlapped with his consciousness, and all sentenced to death on the main god space. As for the Tianjiao Team, it was just a fly that was erased by the way.

Although Lu Li next to Chen Ang was a little slower, the traces of the Tianjiao team immediately appeared.

The unmanned winger disguised flies swept over the Jincheng Palace camp. The mother of worms and corpses flashed in the picture immediately alerted the Wind-Traveler Team.

"Death Worm? It should be the genius team. Damn they killed so many people!" Zhang Shaofeng said angrily.

"The Tianjiao team is a seven-star team. Their captain, Orile and Ke, is a butcher. He is determined to imitate Temujin. He is a leader among the Mongolian reincarnationists. He should be Saiyan bloodline. He may have practiced military battle formation martial arts. He is the peak of the seven-star in the intelligence, but according to my estimate, he should have broken through eight stars."

"Aren't he chased by many reincarnators in the Chinese region who were envious and thoughtful, and had no way to heaven and go to the ground, so he had to run to South Asia to survive by relying on the protection of European and American ghosts? Why dare to return to the plot world of China?" Zhang Zhongheng said in confusion.

Luo Xuan sneered: "It's the dog we put on again!"

"The Chinese area is so big, who doesn't have any! Are there two of them in their team who are from the Chinese area?"

Just as the goshawks swooped back again, Ozil and Ke suddenly raised their heads, their sharp eyes seemed to have crossed time and space, and were nailed to Zhang Shaofeng through the screen. The eyes like poisonous snakes made Zhang Shaofeng suddenly stagnated.

With his fierce murderous eyes, he put a huge pressure on Zhang Shaofeng's heart, making him almost breathless.

As the eyes of Russia and Ke tightened, Zhang Shaofeng's face turned red with blood. Luo Xuan next to him was about to close the notebook when he saw Russia and Ke grabbing his right hand with a weak arrow. An air arrow seemed to appear out of thin air, and with his spiritual will, it burst out.

He blew up the goshawk aircraft several kilometers away in the air.

"not good!"

Just as Lu Li was about to take action, he saw a flash of pictures on the screen. Zhang Shaofeng leaned heavily on the chair, feeling extremely nervous.

"It seems that in addition to strengthening the Saiyan affinity system, Russia and K must have also practiced a very advanced magical martial arts! But he has stepped into the eight stars!" As soon as the news came out, everyone in the Wind Chaser Team on the airship fell into silence, and several newcomers secretly turned their eyes to Chen Ang who was standing on the bow of the ship.

I only saw that since Chen Ang arrived nearby, he had been looking at the rivers and mountains below with expressionless expression.

"He's the hell..." The newcomer was just thinking about something, but Lu Li was forced to speak with his stern eyes. In the newcomer's heart, Chen Ang, who had never taken action on the front, seemed to be as dangerous as the terrifying barbarian on the screen, and even made them feel insecure.

But now the cold sweat behind Lu Li is even worse than when he was just facing the spiritual impact of Russia, Jile and Ke.

He wanted to draw a knife and put it on the necks of the newcomers, so that they could close their mouths.
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