Cthulhu Gonfalon

The **** of fear did not learn modern science on earth, and did not go to the mechanical environment to specialize in institutional studies, so he could not recognize the means of the hero.

But it doesn't matter. The contest between the gods and the tricks that you can't recognize is really not surprising. It is commonplace.

For the gods, the important thing is not to identify the other party's tricks, but to defeat and even kill each other.

Reality is not a story, fighting is not playing cards. If you don't understand each other's tricks, of course, it will have some adverse effects on the battle, but in fact, not many people think so much.

At least the **** of fear has experienced many such situations. He has been too lazy to count, how many times he has not even had time to identify what the other party has used, and knocked down the other party.

This time, he feels no exception.

(A very powerful means of attack, but... I have to look at it, how powerful can you be in the face of endless enemies?)

He thought so, watching the development of the war indifferently.

The evil gods who got orders did not have a brain to rush to the portal opened by Kazuo on the barriers of the Kingdom of God. Instead, they used divine power to create or resurrect a large number of gods, so that these gods could once again gather and grow up. The general battle rushed toward the portal.

Of course, it takes some divine power, but there are so many gods here, and each person sends out three or two thousand gods, which is enough to bring together tens of thousands of troops. For the two or three thousand gods in the district, it is really not a big burden for them.

After a few moments, the countless evil gods gathered together again screamed and screamed at the portal that the singer deliberately opened.

Those who greet them are the bullet storms that screamed again with the snoring.

But this time, the battle of the bullet storm is much worse than the last time.

The evil gods are not stupid. They see that the bullet storm is first of all a powerful thing like the scorpion, so they all add a powerful "protective range attack" spell to the gods.

This spell level is not high, basically even the rookie mage who has not been officially introduced for a long time can display it. But when the gods use the power of God to display it, the effectiveness is greatly enhanced, reaching the height that the rookie mage can't imagine.

The rookie mage's "protective long-range attack" can resist one or two arrows against the light short bow, and the magical instruments that the gods display are enough to withstand the giants used in siege warfare, and can even block several times.

With the protection of this spell, the protection of the gods has greatly improved, and the high-speed bullets hit them, as if they were in a sticky liquid, the speed is greatly reduced, and the power is rapidly decreasing.

In spite of this, the explosive power of the bullet suddenly played a role, and the gods that rushed to the front would blow up. The efficiency of killing the enemy could not keep up with the speed of the enemy's replenishment, and the eyes of the mighty God gradually made the army gradually. Approaching, getting closer and closer to the portal on the barrier of the Kingdom of God.

Kazuo was not worried, just smiled and changed the type of bullet.

In the next moment, the buzzing sound is mixed with strange currents, and when those high-speed bullets fall on the mighty people who line up in the mighty, they are no longer pure penetration, but bloom. Out of the dazzling electric light, turned into countless arcs, beating around the enemy.

In just one moment, the tens of thousands of gods rushing to the front were blown away, and then the bullets that would turn into strong arcs did not stop and continued to sweep toward the enemy. Wherever I went, I was so bright that I didn’t know how many gods were made into a black.

With the power of the gods to strengthen the effect of the spell, this kind of thing is not only the patent of the evil gods, but also the male is very good at it.

Although most of the gods have good spell resistance, although the general lightning effect on them is not significant, the lightning attached to the power of the gods is completely different!

Seeing this scene, many evil gods frowned, but some of the combat experience was particularly rich and laughed.

"Good! That's it!"

They whispered, secretly passed messages, and conveyed important information to their comrades.

Then the evil gods once again gathered the great army of the gods and rushed toward the confrontational position that the heroes prepared for them.

This is of course not the evil gods who are stupid, but they have found an opportunity to win.

The power of the lightning is indeed strong, but it can be clearly felt that this is the result of increasing the spell with divine power.

How much power does it take to increase the power of lightning to this point?

Of course, although it consumes a lot of divine power, it can defeat so many gods at a time. In terms of the proportion of divine power consumption, the void mask will definitely make a big profit. But what does it matter? There are nearly a hundred evil gods here, and everyone has a little bit of divine power, which is enough to force the younger generation who has only debuted for decades to burn out.

The evil gods don’t know how to say that “snoring is to fight logistics”, and they have never heard of the “number of people’s factories that know how many people’s factories can’t win” Feeling, but similar, they are very clear.

The war between the gods is rarely determined by the two real gods who are struggling to fight. Most of the time, this kind of war will become a long and cruel war of attrition. No matter what means the two sides use, they are ultimately consuming each other's power.

There are so many evil gods here, even if it is very divine power, it can offset the magical power of a virtual mask. It is also a win-win!

So when they talked a little, they decided the tactics.

In the next battle, all the evil gods unanimously summoned the kind of monster that was particularly tenacious in life, able to persist for any attack in the face of any attack, or simply sent a sorcerer-like god. These stupid and ugly troops have neither decent attack power nor speed. Their only advantage is that they can consume as much power as possible in a simple war of attrition.

Seeing this scene, the mouth of the **** of fear slightly tilted a little, showing a satisfied smile.

(Although there are some clumsy and stupid behaviors, the overall direction is still quite good!)

He thought so, could not help but nodded slightly.

On the other side, the Lord of War frowned.

"Do you feel strange?" He said to his men, "We all know the strong defense of the kingdom. If I am a void mask, I must rely on strong defense to fight the battle." But why should he open a door on the impregnable barrier? Isn't this a problem for yourself?"

The gods of war, look at me, I look at you, and finally look at the **** of strategy, Ogmanding.

This is their rule. If something doesn't understand, ask Ogmanding.

The **** of strategy carefully watched the situation of being in a purely war of attrition, pondered for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "Perhaps... He is only setting traps."

"Trap?" The **** of battle curiously asked, "The strength gap is so disparate, what is the trap...is it meaningful?"

"I don't know about this. But from my point of view, it is precisely because the gap between the two is so large that we need to use traps to make up for the difference in strength." The **** of strategy said, "If it is me, it will be set. A trap that is as strong as possible, and strive to break the enemy at once, in order to make up for the gap as much as possible."

"That is, the door is actually a trap, and it is a dangerous trap, right?" The hunter and the **** of slaughter revealed his usual cruel smile. "I like this! Although the jellyfish made me sick, But this is very interesting!"

"It's still fun to fight in front!" The goddess of mad sighed and took out a sharpening stone and boring his own axe. "When is it our turn to fight?"

The **** of strategy smiled and did not give him an exact answer.

"Anyway, at least not now. Wait a second."

This is a big day.

After another change in the type of bullets, after defeating a large number of evil gods, Yan Xiong could not help but frowned.

He knows that it is really impossible to go on like this.

Although he can kill a large number of gods every time, the battle has entered a simple war of attrition. He alone has so many evil gods, can consume and win, is really a ghost.

He looked at the huge box around him with regret, and could not help but shake his head in a row.

"After others have passed through, you can kill a square with a musket, and then you will be able to smash a machine gun. You will be able to sweep the world. I am good, especially the electromagnetic guns are all made out, and the result is only used this time. People have found a way to restrain..."

Sighing to sigh, fighting still has to fight, the problem is always to try to solve.

Fortunately, he had expected that he might have encountered such a situation before, and he was already prepared.

Now, it's time to change the tactics.

Yan Xiong finally looked at the electromagnetic gun with a glance, then lifted the tentacle and took a shot on the electromagnetic cannon that looked like a giant rectangular box. The fierce weapon that just came out was collapsed and turned into countless light spot.

He did not let the power of constructing this weapon dissipate, but directed them to re-aggregate and become a huge flamethrower.

"If you can't do it, I will have another trick!"

Said, the flamethrower spurted out the raging flames, turned into a sea of ​​fire in the void, and there were numerous figures in the sea of ​​fire, and it was a mass-produced god-giving army.

Compared with electromagnetic cannons, this kind of mass-produced **** makes the consumption of the army slightly lower.

More importantly, they can proliferate on their own.

"How many people are so great?" Yan Xiong grinned disdainfully, hooking his fingers toward the place where the evil gods gathered: "No, it is more than people, who is afraid of who!"