Cang's filial piety: "I'm sleeping with you! How can I sleep at my age?"
It doesn't matter whether Li Cang can sleep or not. Just look at the behavior of the bastards, the Gemini Tyrants and the traitors. Gou Kun, who has been touching the fish for a long time, suddenly became excited when he heard this angry roar of filial piety, and floated the force field.
He failed to control the interaction with the shock wave energy field generated by the explosion of the energy matrix cannon, and accidentally swept away three kilometer-class gunboats and also missed two short-range missiles.
Boom~
Two mushroom clouds soared into the sky.
Many ship modification islands in the mirage area were ecstatic to see it, thinking that a leak had finally appeared below. The light pollution like thunder from the sky and fire from the ground instantly smeared the central battlefield like a naughty child's canvas. However, the result was a huge disappointment to everyone.
Opportunities, like inspiration, were short-lived. With the missile in his face, the man actually crawled out of the mud two kilometers away from the center of the explosion. He was very lively and vigorous.
This feeling is undoubtedly helpless, desperate and suffocating. The corners of Somam's eyes are about to burst: "What on earth is he! What on earth is he! Who can tell me! Where are the reinforcements? Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?
?Why haven’t the interference force field and decomposition force field promised by the Bernstein family been delivered yet? Damn it! Damn it!
"
"Chairman, Mr. Mikael Bernstein sent a message two minutes ago. You declined his invitation to call. The Bernstein family wants you to give up this meaningless attack and use the garrison.
"
The Mirage District may not necessarily know about the Conductor's March. It is impossible for such a great undertaking to be rich in fools. Seeing that the physical cannon and energy matrix cannon are doing nothing except humanitarian destruction of their own industry, they refuse to fill in the question.
Pitfalls are a reasonable thing, but——
([Fantasy Embodied Creation: The Conductor’s Quest]
Positive: Explosion is art. Attached thermal weapons will double the power of similar thermal weapons for all friendly units.
Counter: Caliber is not the truth, attached to organisms, increasing the thermal weapon resistance of all friendly units of the same type by 300%.)
"Fake! Bastard! These ignorant, selfish villains! The garrison has just been established, and they simply can't fight a war of this intensity!" Somam spat on the faces of the people around him, "Tell
They, I am the rotating chairman, not an ant who can be driven around by their big families! The Central City is everyone’s Central City, not just me. Want to consume me here? Be their Spring and Autumn Grandmaster
Go ahead and dream! At worst, I will return to Somme City and continue to be my city lord! Now! Immediately! Immediately! I need reinforcements!"
Somam screamed loudly with melancholy in his heart. He started out with battleships and modified islands. His previous main business was plundering the marginal areas of the tidal zone. Anyone who wanted to enter the mirage area in his control area would have to have a layer removed.
Skin.
Under the influence of various environmental factors, the traditional personal power and the servant of destiny school can play an extremely limited role in the tidal zone, so Somam has never been able to take a fancy to this kind of thing until his direct garrison in recent years.
The guard is just about ready to take shape. Everyone can see the quality of the things below. The business is not right and you still have to force it. What is the difference between this and a chicken sending warmth to a weasel in the countryside?
The seven major families in the Mirage District govern 44 main cities and 197 satellite cities. There are countless stragglers in the inter-island and inter-city corridors. Although Somam is the leader of only one city and takes the position of rotating chairman, it is inseparable from the strong support of the married family.
Mamu also attracted countless hatreds for them and made huge profits. It was just a business, and now you want him to silently resist everything?
I still want to live, even if I don’t do shit like rotating chairmanship, I won’t have to worry about having no firewood to keep the green hills, but will I destroy my foundation by breaking my bones?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
below.
In the Land of the Forge, a certain devil deceived everyone, including Maldo Bevin, by using his armor-making technology to initially build the Well of the Abyss and completely reduce Maldo Bevin to a vassal and skin. If Li Cang
If it is not cut off, all the servants of destiny and even their subordinates who have been forged into armor will become its spare skins, either used for reincarnation, or used to summon more of the same kind and purgatory monsters.
Putting aside the various confusing operations and eye-catching deceptions, the core purpose of the Well of Abyss has actually fallen into Li Cang's hands.
emm.
Maybe he will be interested in organizing an army of purgatory monsters in the future, but now, Li Cang is determined not to deviate from his original intention. No matter whether the so-called purgatory creatures are reliable or not, they are not worth it.
It’s not enough to pay for the delisting and transformation of the second son of an entire category.
Of course, Teacher Cang couldn't think so much at this moment. His brain had been shaken to pieces by alcohol. His ability to process the things in his subconscious step by step was a unique skill!
"Master, you want me to decorate the Well of the Abyss...just for the art of armor..." Maldo Bevin was about to cry without tears. To tell the truth, as a purgatory demon who does all evil and savage fire,
, there was a hint of pleading in its tone: "A blood sacrifice on such a scale, the annihilation of these souls is enough to even move a pillar god, and can even plant the seeds of purgatory in an incomplete main material world.
No...you...you should think about it again...just think about it again...ah?"
The so-called taking the dross and discarding the essence is nothing more than this.
Maldo Bevin's heartbroken liver, spleen, pancreas, and eggs are trembling all over. Ignorant and despicable human beings, do you know how rare and expensive the soul is? Do you understand yourself?
doing what!
"Um?"
Li Cang weighed the big magic wand in his hand, his eyes as deep as water.
Maldo Bevan frowned: "Just do it! Don't regret it! Also, this is a deal, you need to pay me——"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! A bottle of wine.
Maldo Bevin nodded and bowed as if he had found a treasure, and devoutly gave advice to the new owner: "The magic of melting and making armor is a crude general-purpose magic that is below average in Purgatory. The only advantage is that it is stable and controllable, and it is easy to adjust the casting effect.
The requirements for casting consumables are extremely low, and it can achieve a very high degree of tacit understanding with the host in a very short running-in time. You can have any additional needs for armor-making attributes...hiss..."
The three- to four-meter-tall demon from hell twitched his lips and almost fell to the ground. His scarlet eyes wandered back and forth between the huge drawing and Li Cang.
"This, this, this..."
"Floor 6, 6?"
"It's impossible! It can't be done! It's absolutely impossible! You can't do it even if you pump my magic power with a water pump!"
"Can't do it? Huh?" Li Cang waved his big magic wand and shook a drawing: "It's just composite mountain-pattern mail armor. Where did it come from with 6 layers? There are only three layers! I said it,
Either it lives or you die!"
"I can understand the chainmail. The mountain grain layer is a bit more troublesome but not impossible to operate. But what is this mezzanine and what's going on with the hollow. My sketch can only reach the third layer at most..."
Maldo Bevan was going crazy: "My kind master, magic is not omnipotent, matter is conserved, energy will neither be created nor disappear out of thin air, every step of making armor requires high-level skills.
Supported by strong mental power, if you take a step back, do you know how much energy and blood sacrifices are required for such a complex structure? Do you know how much time it will take? I am the devil in purgatory, not the God who created all things.
!How about you just kick me back to purgatory!"
"You don't need to worry about the outside. That's a place reserved for inert explosives and box-type reactive armor flying plates. It's reserved to give the Academy of Sciences a headache."
"Huh?" Maldo Bevin felt that the knowledge he gained from his skin-like brain was severely impacted, "Wait a minute, you want to add a reaction unit to such a small thing?!"
"Any questions?"
"..."
no problem!
No problem at all!
What could be wrong?
Damn Fake, you are trying to put a tank directly into the human body, even the hermit crabs can’t be contained by you!
