"It's not like Zhong Ming's style." The old dean looked at the fake slaves who seemed to be in a rage, with doubts in his eyes.
He understands Ye Zhongming's character very well. Sometimes he is crazy, but most of the time he is very safe.
Crazy because he saw an opportunity and had a certain degree of certainty, or he had to live towards death.
Otherwise, this person is still accustomed to taking things step by step and step by step.
Otherwise, he would not be able to manage his Yunding power to such a scale.
But now, he should know the approximate progress of the giant cannon at the base. He had sent someone to 'communicate' with him before, so he knew it.
Moreover, although the fake slaves he controls now are very powerful, it does not mean that they can deal with so many adult slaves together.
In the eyes of the old dean, this behavior is no different from committing suicide.
He thought of the physical instability of Ye Zhongming and Sister Hong just now, and a sad look gradually appeared on his face.
No matter how you look at it, things seem to be heading in a bad direction.
The others also thought about this, and their faces became uglier than the last.
Even though Shen Xiu has become a slave in recent years, it cannot be denied that he is still the spiritual support of many people, especially those of the Genting family. They do not even think this is a crisis, but that their leader has A chance to become stronger.
Their optimism has undoubtedly made more people less worried.
But... the current situation is really not good.
"There must be a reason for Zhong Ming and Sister Hong to do this, but the situation should not be as good as they expected." The old dean's eyes were deep, "Maybe this is what they expected, but they had no way to inform us."
Everyone's eyes turned to him.
"I don't know what the final result will be, but... I guess they will lose."
The old dean's words made everyone else's hearts sink.
The old dean is the strongest and is one of the few beings in the Sule Alliance who can fight in the universe in a short period of time. His words represent the final judgment to a certain extent.
What to do?
Although Ye Zhongming and Liu Zhenghong occupy slave bodies, they cannot be allowed to fail like this.
Previously, there was a speculation among researchers that if the fake slave tribe dies, will the two people in its consciousness return?
This kind of speculation is not mainstream, and no one is sure whether this idea is feasible. After all, this is something that will only be considered when there is really no way out.
But now, this kind of speculation has appeared in many people's minds.
If something is impossible, do we really have to leave it to fate?
"Just use...those slaves to test the cannon." The old dean thought for a moment and said.
The only thing that can affect the battlefield situation now is the fortress cannon that has not been verified in actual combat, but it is too late now, so we can only attack it directly.
"But in terms of time..." Someone hesitated to speak.
As we have discussed just now, it will take some time to enter the actual combat state. After all, the fortress cannon is the most powerful weapon produced by all races in the universe so far. The various structures are very complex, and it cannot be used just because it can be used.
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If you don't debug it properly, once something goes wrong, the consequences will be serious.
If there is an explosion, half of the survivor fortress will be destroyed. Without the slaves attacking, you will be wiped out.
Although this situation has been taken into consideration during the design, each part is separated by special means so that they will not cause problems together, but even if one part is destroyed, the power is enough to destroy a city.
"Complete the debugging as quickly as possible." The old dean said: "I will notify Zhong Ming and ask him to slow down. In this way, maybe we still have a few days."
The old dean would definitely not let the fake slaves who were still conscious of Ye Zhongming be killed, and neither would anyone else.
The whole fortress was moved by this.
As long as the giant cannon can be debugged as soon as possible and people are asked to give money, a large number of debugging personnel and subsequent control personnel will be quickly transferred, and the construction personnel and residents of the surrounding cities who were originally evacuated in batches will be evacuated all at once.
All were whisked away.
All other work in the entire huge survivor fortress was stopped as long as necessary, all so that the cannon could be fired as quickly as possible.
"Based on the compiled data, it may take three days at the fastest." Ning Ji Huamei turned off the light curtain, pinched her brows with a headache, and said to the people gathered again.
Three days, normally speaking, this time is so fast that it can almost be considered a miracle.
But for the current Sule Alliance, it is not enough.
Because the battle between the real and fake slaves has entered the most intense stage, the fake slaves controlled by Ye Zhongming and Sister Hong have lost the momentum of killing several real slaves in a short period of time.
The tribe suppressed and besieged them. Although the defeat was not visible yet, it was very likely that they would not be able to last three days.
And in the starry sky, there are still slaves flying towards this direction one after another. It is obvious that they have a way to communicate with each other over long distances.
Even if the fake slaves controlled by Ye Zhongming can persist for three days, what if more and more slaves fly in to support them? At that time, even giant cannons will be useless.
"It must be completed in two days. We will go to the scene and keep an eye on it in person." Yao Hansu and Ning Ji Huamei discussed it in a low voice, communicated with others, and issued such an order to all the alliance's top leaders.
One day later, everyone gathered in the conference room again. Although they had communicated through the communicator before, they still checked all the information.
The final conclusion was that it would take another day and a half to complete.
Still half a day later than expected.
situation……
Everyone looked at the huge light curtain again.
Now the fake slave tribe controlled by Ye Zhongming is still besieged by five huge real slave tribes. The surrounding large pieces of slave tribe corpses have filled the space, and in the more peripheral areas, there is a large amount of flesh and blood floating.
"Let's get started, let's go there." The old dean said while looking at the light curtain.
He has been approaching the battlefield every day for the past two days to convey his thoughts, but he can no longer guarantee whether Ye Zhongming will be able to receive it. He really does not dare to get too close.
The fake slaves are now in a very bad condition. They no longer have the energy to kill like before, they are under siege, and even several of their tentacles have fallen off.
In the past, every slave it defeated would repair its body, but now, the speed of repair could no longer keep up with the speed of injuries. And once it was at a disadvantage, it would be even more difficult to kill the opponent quickly.
Now the fake slave clan controlled by Ye Zhongming has fallen into an endless cycle.
Fortunately, he persisted until the third day. Fortunately, there were helpers.
The huge survivor fortress came quickly through the galaxy and slowly stopped at a certain location.
Half a day later, there was a bright light above, and then a beam of light that seemed to be able to pierce the universe passed through time and space and hit the outermost slave in the battle group.