Chapter 431 'How many divisions does America have?'
After the whole thing was plowed by missiles, the pulse current in the crystallized nest that could hinder detection finally dissipated. Li Lei made a prayer and finally determined that there was no longer a single Zerg on the entire Sky Island - they were all gathered on Kongdao Island.
Below the base, they are migrating and escaping far away.
"Prayer: Mark the path of the swarm."
[If the prayer is established, 12 destiny coins will be paid for each kilometer of route map formation. Do you want to confirm? 】
At this time, Li Cang took out the Marauder's Map and shook it at Li Laixi, who immediately changed her words to "no".
Since getting the Marauder's Map, Li Cang has never stopped enriching the map. Each mark to form a new regional map requires a lot of expenditure, but the three of them agreed that this expenditure is very worthwhile. Who knows the end of the track line?
Where will it be? Will the end point be a new starting point? If a track map is compiled...
emmm,dddd?
As a wishful creation derived from "magic", the Marauder's Map makes it very easy to temporarily mark the action paths of several bugs. What really puts the three people in trouble is whether the escape path of this group of bugs will be around the track line. If the distance is
It's too far away, and even if the derailment sanctions are over, there's still no way to get there.
"Damn it," Lao Wang looked fiercely in a certain direction. He had already calculated this wave of unknown 'losses' directly to the few empty islands that followed their footsteps and escaped from the abyss.
, "Missiles, right? Playing with oriole behind, right? Ho ho ho..."
Li Cang was operating the prayer interface cracklingly throughout the process, and said without raising his head: "Wait a minute, the number of magic mountains is not enough, and time is tight. We have to transport the nest back to the empty island while fighting. Also, I
I personally hope there are valuable things on those two islands, otherwise..."
"What else?"
Li Cang said naturally: "Then I can only lose half a coin per quota and sell them to the base as laborers by throwing them away from the jump point. Otherwise, do I have to rely on air to stop my losses?"
"Hehe, as expected, it's still that Teacher Cang. I've made it clear to you that dirty interests can actually turn you into an art."
Later, the opponent once again struck first and chose to cover the entire island with firepower, trying to kill the three people who were obviously still alive like a cat trying to kill a mouse.
The three of them, Li Cang, Li Laisi and Lao Wang, were among the gangsters. It took them half an hour to return to the island under layers of cover. They were all burnt on the outside and as tender as black coal on the inside.
"Prayer: Double the productivity of the mill"
[You need to pay 1 destiny coin per second, please set the execution time manually]
"tentatively scheduled for 2 hours"
[The prayer is established, 7200 destiny coins will be deducted from this prayer, and the creation mill will double the production efficiency for 2 hours]
The production process of the second sons of each bloodline in the mill will not affect each other. The double efficiency is equivalent to doubling the production speed of No. 1 Dog Leg, No. 2 Dog Leg and Magic Mountain. Now, the mill can produce about 24 animals per minute.
The No. 1 dogleg, 14 No. 2s and 5 Magic Mountains.
If converted into two hours, the number is not that much - but, America, how many divisions does it have?
Ha~
Compared to America, who was already going crazy, the three of them even had time to eat a meal that was not a hearty but full of energy to keep their mood up and in shape.
There is a huge empty island behind the lair.
"How long is the berth time left?"
"4,4 hours and 36 minutes..."
"Damn it, missiles, bombings, our firepower has covered the entire sky island, why is that man's sky island still producing new servants of destiny in a steady stream? Who can tell me why he is still alive?!"
"I, I think... those servants of fate who look like heavy armored knights in the Middle Ages are... coming for us..."
"Don't talk nonsense, how dare they attack the main island of Sky Island where there are subordinates?"
"Damn it, you stupid pig, you don't have eyes and you can't see it!"
The situation was chaotic.
Williams turned back and looked at the people he trusted: "How many physically strengthened warriors do we have, how long can we eliminate...or... block these servants of fate?"
"This is not a battle of an order of magnitude," Mrs. Bella said lightly: "This was already doomed when all the forces in the Eye of the Abyss jointly decided to give up physical enhancement and raising servants of destiny to focus on developing thermal weapons. I just asked someone to investigate
, this kind of thing is not a servant of fate, they are another thing called the Second Son of Blood. The description of the Second Son of Blood on the entire forum is very limited. It is only known that they are generally weaker than the servant of fate."
"In other words, they are weak?"
Mrs. Bella looked at the person who answered the question like a fool and sneered.
"Weak? It depends on what your definition of weak is. They block the bombing of 50-caliber artillery head-on and are only injured instead of turning into pieces. So compared to solid steel ingots of the same volume, they are indeed more than a little weaker~"
The man: "..."
"The good news is that they are still in the second stage of alienation," Mrs. Bella said. "The bad news is that in terms of physical attributes, the second son of this bloodline named [Magic Mountain] is already higher than the third stage.
Standard, oh, there is another bad news. You may not have noticed that the overall strength of the soldiers we have is generally at the bottom of Phase 1. You still have a few minutes to think about whether the choice you made in order to control the people at the bottom was a mistake.
is still correct, if I remember correctly, I was the only one who voted against it."
The thirteen family heads were speechless.
"Mrs. Bella, it's inappropriate to say this now," Williams said. "Your people are the strongest among us. Maybe you can think of a way..."
"Me? Why?" Mrs. Bella said, "Don't forget that I also voted against it just now. I have provoked such a powerful enemy for nothing. I don't think you are worthy of being saved. Please don't get excited. I
What I said is just my humble personal opinion. In fact, I don’t have the ability to save you at all.”
"Everyone, either empty the magazine or bear the consequences of your choices like a man!" Mrs. Bella smiled, "Goodbye, I want to take this time to go home and spend time with my lovely little angel Isa.
I won't accompany you."
The thirteen family heads looked at each other:
"Are you sure? You want to go home to be with your daughter at this time?"
"Mrs. Bella, what do you mean?"
"Well, that's it. If it were me, I obviously wouldn't be able to forgive anyone generously after being hit by a ballistic missile." Mrs. Bella flipped her hair coquettishly: "I mean, you can
Do what I love and eat something good - then I'll take a scented milk bath with little Isa, put on elaborate makeup, wear a collar and a tail and all the wealth of the Rodriguez family,
