Tarecgosa continued to be the problem baby, but McDonald refused to say anything more.
What do you say to him?
This story begins with a group of time traveler foodies mastering a special skill called [Dark Gourmet]. By eating dark food without being poisoned, or being resurrected after being poisoned, these sand sculptures have gained terrible adaptations.
sex, and some of the victim’s abilities.
After tasting the flesh and blood of several ancient gods of the Cthulhu series, they bid farewell to Mr. Wang, and then caused harm to the world of "Deep Sea Trek".
People are going to suffer because these guys who are worse than beasts have eaten up the ghost Leviathan that is the most attractive thing in there.
Then he gained this marine version of the ability of "a fox pretends to be a tiger's power".
As long as there are enough players who have eaten Ghost Leviathan and are recognized by the master of the world, the power of [Ghost Leviathan] can be exerted to a limited extent.
To put it simply, just like the Balrog Hammer can exert part of the power of Rag, as long as you gather 5,000 trident sand sculptures that have eaten Leviathan, you can combine them in a specific deep sea area.
Originally, this trick was superficial at best.
Since these bastards have eaten the flesh and blood of C'Thun and Yogg-Saron without restraint, the power of this move...
Ahem!
Your mother opened the door for you, you are so outrageous!
The Nagas' efforts to stabilize their position were all in vain.
In the vast thunder, the fish-man's extremely frightened screams seemed to drown out everything.
After an exaggerated thunder, the entire underwater battlefield began to boil.
Every sea tribe member of the N'Zos sect saw their companions shouting uncontrollably. They could only see their mouths opening and closing constantly, but in extreme panic, they could not utter a single complete sentence.
or words...
In the end, even Naga, the commander, was trapped and defeated.
The high-pitched screams of the sea tribe even swallowed up the explosions of a large number of depth charges.
This forced the hardworking sonar soldier on the ship at sea to take off his headphones, because even if he continued to work, he could not hear any useful sounds from the exaggerated noise.
"In the name of the only true god, N'Zoth, I order you not to retreat!" A faceless man whose head and hands were in the form of an octopus yelled.
Useless.
The 'Ghost Leviathan' unleashed its ultimate move again.
Another lightning strike brought a roaring explosion, and the exaggerated thunder and lightning raised a huge vortex with a diameter of dozens of meters.
The scorching lightning shock wave swept across the underwater battlefield like a bright ring, and then everyone, whether they were fishmen, naga, or faceless men, were struck by lightning and electrocuted.
No sea tribe could figure out how many of their companions had been killed by this extremely powerful blow just now.
Many sea people were swept away by the violent undersea turbulence, at least dozens of meters away, before they barely regained their balance.
After two consecutive wide-area lightning strikes, the terrifying Leviathan twisted its huge body and charged over fiercely.
N'Zoth's Sea Tribe army was completely shaken at this moment. It didn't look like it, but the entire army really fell apart at once.
The murlocs took the lead, followed by the naga. Completely frightened, they abandoned the duties entrusted to them by N'Zoth and fled in the direction they came from.
When they were in a panic, some male Nagas even waved their halberds and slaughtered the murlocs blocking the way, which further caused chaos.
Only the faceless ones will fight to the death and never retreat.
As direct descendants of N'Zoth, their will to fight is absolute!
N'Zoth's mental manipulation allows orders to override their self-awareness.
But so what?
Just as the Faceless Men were holding on to their front, the huge ghost Leviathan finally disassembled and turned into thousands of small sea tribes, killing the Faceless Men.
Not many people noticed that the dragon dance was originally made up of the sand sculpture players who formed the abdomen of Leviathan. They all sighed and floated motionless in the water.
The tentacled monster jellyfish [Jun Muqi] wailed: "Oh, I don't have a drop left."
That's right, why do sand sculpture players rush to form the head?
Because the player on the head can command the players on the body!
Lightning strikes and the like look mighty, but in fact they draw out the power of the electric eels and electric jellyfish among these ocean-based players.
Whether you want to cheat your teammates or be cheated by your teammates, it’s your choice regardless of whether you’re a badass player.
As for the power of lightning strikes...
Let me tell you, it's no problem to electrocute the murlocs. As for Naga, it depends on his character. Faceless Men really can't be electrocuted.
It doesn't matter, as long as you look at the domineering power, coupled with the terrifying pressure of the ghost Leviathan fighting spirit, what was originally an evenly matched war of attrition was suddenly turned into a pursuit battle by these shady players.
Under the sea, the sea tribe with the trident emblem everywhere is chasing the fishmen, naga and faceless men.
It seems that some faceless men have discovered the truth of the matter.
He suddenly shouted with great dissatisfaction: "You guys are liars."
"Those who tell the truth will only seek death."
The faceless man raised his head and looked with a pale face at the sudden appearance of several whirlpools mixed with ice edges above his head, and then several ice arrows extended out of these whirlpools.
[Drunken Bird], who uses an Atlantean clone and has a mage profession, smiles evilly: "Go to hell!"
With a finger of his hand, the ice edges blended together
An ice sword hung down in the direction he pointed, and inserted from the top of the faceless man's head.
The miserable faceless man had no power to resist and burped on the spot when the frost element exploded in his head.
The Trident soldiers were extremely ferocious, and this terrifying level of combat power once again refreshed the outlook of ordinary soldiers.
Even Rivendell smiled bitterly: "I thought that His Majesty's direct descendants were already too strong to be human. I didn't expect that all of them have the potential to impact the realm of heroes!"
To be honest, Rivendell was prepared for the worst.
The Northland has been pioneered for less than a year. No matter how good the foundation laid in the early stage is, a large amount of military and civilian supplies still need to rely on local supplies.
What does the loss of a freewheel mean?
That could be 440 tanks or military vehicles, that could be 200 million rounds of ammunition, that could be enough fuel to supply a pioneering regiment of ten thousand people for a year.
After losing this batch of ships, I don't know how to organize the next batch. After all, once N'zoth succeeds, he will definitely learn the taste and continue to cause trouble next time.
Rivendell almost put on a mask of pain.
Who knew that the emperor's personal soldiers were so fierce?
Can this battle damage ratio be achieved without equipment?
Now, N'zoth would have to consider whether he would knock his old teeth out if he attacked casually.
Here, McDonald's eyes are still looking in the direction of Longmian Temple.
"It's almost done. Brother Zhiyi, let's see how long you can endure it."
