A topic in the military community, how to ensure that the bomb can hit the target:
A: Use technology to reduce errors.
B: Based on the existing error, expand the killing range.
Obviously, the old tree god chose B.
As long as the stone you hit is big enough, nothing can't be hit.
To put it bluntly, Gordon, like a certain traitor in the tree world before him, made the most fundamental mistake - they knew nothing about the real power.
"Wow--"
This scene is very similar to billiards. A tens of thousands of tons of "white ball" hits a petite "black ball" hard, and the shot is pocketed.
My dynamic vision was good enough to see that a lump of thick phlegm, which was almost as big as a three-story villa, was smashed and flew out.
For a moment, Mark almost thought about going over to do a last-ditch attack. After all, part of his power from other 'Marks' can control the power of thunder. It's not impossible to copy a copycat [Wind Sword] and give it to that guy.
The point is, it would be very embarrassing if he took action but failed to kill Gordon.
This will expose the fact that his strength is not enough to affect the outcome of the God War.
It would be a disaster if this thing of force were gone.
There is no guarantee that the tree god will think that he is not qualified and change his mind on the spot, which means that he will get nothing from the bamboo basket.
The opportunity was fleeting, so Mark chose to let it go and watch the tree god use his divine power to make the final struggle. The result was naturally that Gordon was injured but did not die.
"The great plague demon will not let you go!" leaving only a standard negative dog cry, Gordon's entire body turned into an evil aura, and he disappeared.
However, once he left, there was no boss in charge.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that countless evil demons, large and small, are obviously out of coordination. Some of them still carry out Gordon's previous orders and rush forward like crazy in an attempt to stop the tree god. Others follow their own orders more.
With the killing instinct, he pounced on the tree men carrying the forest people.
This confusion made the attack ineffective.
The tree god didn't care so much, it started to dismember itself.
Yes, you read that right, it took off its own limbs and threw them as javelins.
As a tree god that feeds on the entire Cold Wind Island and is entrenched at the core of this land, its roots are deeply rooted in the center of the entire island.
When it decided to abandon this local priesthood, these roots and stems that were the basis of its divine power suddenly became useless. Anyway, many stems and branches had begun to be corroded and polluted. Why not use them as weapons?
Just think about it, what would it be like if human fingernails could also have the power to kill people?
A 40-meter-long semi-withered tree trunk was shot out by the tree god.
After the blackened target was infused with divine power, it looked like a 40-meter long knife from a distance. When it whirled and struck a five-story-tall scorpion-shaped 12-legged demon, the demon's body
Immediately, a straight and sloping black line appeared. The black line divided its huge body into two from top to bottom.
Countless yellow, green, and green internal organs and slurry spilled out, contaminating and corroding several acres of land, eroding a large pit several meters deep. The yellow slurry also filled the air with a poisonous gas that killed both humans and animals.
Before, the tree god would be heartbroken to death, but now, he doesn't care anymore.
"Humph!" There seemed to be such a faint cold snort echoing between heaven and earth.
Everyone knows that the Plague Demon is watching all this.
so what?
Unless the Plague Demon God dares to invest more demon generals, or he personally takes action, this situation cannot be solved by sending more elite demons.
The next scene looks extremely tragic.
Every step the tree god takes, he will break a large number of branches, bark, and roots, turning these peeling limbs into "cannonballs" that shoot out, protecting the giant tree people who go into the sea in the form of rescue shots.
And the forest people on them.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Xipala howled with her little sisters, but unfortunately she had no tears anymore because she had dried them up long ago.
In their view, this was the tree god trying to cover their evacuation even at the expense of himself.
The tree crown, which was originally more than one kilometer in diameter, has been greatly reduced, and the visual diameter is now less than 500 meters. Not only the crown, but also the height of the tree has also been strangely reduced. Just like this god-level tree that was originally 500 meters high.
, and a small tree.
In fact, this is an illusion. The tree god began to remove the branches and roots that tied it to the earth, leaving only the core, unpolluted trunk.
But before it steps into the sea water, it cannot remove the remaining bark and branches. After all, this is its last layer of protection.
In Mark's eyes, this is an extremely smart way to lose weight.
Since it no longer retains this priesthood, everything related to this land can be discarded.
Mark did nothing. He just held the trident in his left hand and sat on the armchair on the deck, watching this small-scale catastrophe come to an end.
One after another, the tree men walked into the sea with long strides.
On the shoal, half of their bodies were submerged in the water, but they turned their heads to look at their god in a daze.
In front of all the children of the forest, the tree god Suman transformed into a giant tree 300 meters high. Taking heavy and shocking steps, he stepped into the sea with them. On his left shoulder, a small fountain
It appeared, and clear springs gurgled out, eventually forming a small waterfall with a width of only about five meters.
Only those with the best divine senses or the strongest eyesight can see the slim human body in the middle of the spring.
The tree god stopped and was watching, waiting for Mark to fulfill his promise.
Mark did not let it down. He slowly stood up and slammed the end of the trident in his left hand to the ground.
"boom!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Huge waves rose from the sea again, but this time they did not destroy the coastline. Instead, the water waves more than 15 meters high formed a huge and wide water wall, separating the land corroded by the plague from the forests that had stepped into the ocean.
The people were completely isolated.
Not only that, Mark stopped acting.
The Stygian Crocodile and the Narwhal Blue Whale both emerged from the deep sea and cruised on the seabed on both sides. They could not be seen clearly from the shore, only two blurry and huge shadows could be seen wandering underwater.
This huge psychological pressure extinguished the evil commander's last chance.
On the other side, what if the Plague Demon prepared more?
Linfeng Island is his, yes, but the biggest part of his body has been cut off.
The ocean is not their domain, and tens of thousands of powerful demons can only stare on the shore.
They have no idea how many trump cards Mark, who now seems to focus on the marine field, has.