The Earth Conquers All Worlds

The closer you get to the center of the East City space channel, the more barbarians you encounter, and even warrior-level barbarians are no longer uncommon.

Thunderous cannons and gunfire never stopped on the battlefield, and gunpowder smoke filled the battlefield.

boom!

The tank accompanying No. 1 squat at home let out a roar, and a point two kilometers ahead where seven or eight barbarians gathered immediately exploded violently. The warrior-level armor and flesh were blown into countless pieces like paper paste.

Sitting in the No. 1 house at home, his face is also terrified. A barbarian-level warrior and a monk in the Qi-refinement period are at the same level. Although they may add up, they may not be able to beat a monk at the same level.

However, it is impossible for a monk in the Qi refining period to last more time under the attack of tank guns, and it is also a piece of meat.

He used his experience in the Nascent Soul stage to guarantee that the attack of the 125mm tank gun in front of him had already reached the level of the Condensed Realm level, and it was also the kind from the late stage of the Condensed Realm to the peak of the Condensed Realm.

That is, mobility, flexibility, and side defense are far from enough.

"Oh God!"

A priest hiding in the dark surrounded by layers of warriors raised his scepter and shouted, a blue-black aura of faith surged from the sky, descending on the barbarian warriors who were hiding in the pit in front with skirmishers .

"The lord of the storm watched over the lamb of the lord, and gave the sheepdogs of the lord the power of the wind."

"Go! Sweep away unbelievers and heresies for the Lord!"

Suddenly, barbarian warriors in black armor appeared from an invisible corner, surrounded by aura of blue and black faith, and their speed increased by at least 50% compared to before. With a scattered and sparse line of soldiers, they quickly approached the tank under the rain of bullets. Within a hundred meters of the army.

Mortars, tank guns, machine guns, and countless bullets slanted on their bodies, and all the barbarians below the warriors died instantly, turning into fragments whose original appearance could not be seen clearly.

Even the warriors and barbarians of great warriors paid a heavy price. At least 30% of the strongmen died directly in battle, and almost everyone who remained was injured.

This was not directly hit by shelling, but was only hit by fragmented shrapnel.

After paying such a price, these nearly a thousand warriors and great warriors successfully broke into the army of tanks and tanks, setting off a bloody storm, making them invincible at close range.

However, this high priest-level priest of the God of Storms has no chance to see all of this.

The moment he emerged, at least twenty tanks and thirty mortars aimed at where he was.

"Blessing of the storm!"

He roared wildly, expending all the divine power bestowed upon him by the God of Storms to build a thick blue-black shield around his body, which might even block the blow of an early Golden Core cultivator.

The barbarian warriors surrounded by layers of guards rushed towards him like crazy, protecting him with their armor and their own flesh and blood.

Useless.

In the midst of the rumbling sound, piles of shells fell, plowing the hill once, and the shrapnel scattered in all directions, forming a thick layer on the ground.

The priests and great warriors in the original place were scattered into a little bit of flesh and blood, mixed with the soil, and there were not many traces of the original.

The death of the high priest did not change the fact that the barbarian warriors had entered the tank army. The warrior-level barbarians could only slaughter the infantry accompanying the tanks, quickly reducing the number of soldiers around them, and causing a bloodbath.

And the great warrior who is equivalent to a monk in the Condensed Realm has the ability to gather all his strength to pierce through the weak point of the tank's armor, and his fighting spirit explodes, beheading all the soldiers who are just ordinary people inside, and the tank crashes to the side out of control.

"Hurry up, old six! The second ruler predicts, let go!"

Squatting in the first place at home, looking at the barbarian warrior who quickly killed him, and giving orders to the mortar team around him, this was a prediction made by him with spiritual consciousness.

bang bang bang!

At the same time, he raised his machine gun and fired continuously, without any pause at all, and he could not see the influence of the huge recoil on him at all.

The barbarian warrior who came face to face was horrified to find that the heavy machine gun in the hand of the mere warrior-level human warrior seemed to have eyes.

The three bullets form a group, smashing their bodies that dodge left and right in an S shape into bloody flowers.

In Li Mo and the others' shocking gazes, the 500-meter fan-shaped area centered on this fat mansion was simply entered by barbarians and warriors, and they could only see bright red flowers blooming in the air.

Under his cover, more than a dozen tanks around gave up their own protection, and formed a group of three tanks to attack a big warrior at the same time.

With one blow, even if it doesn't hit the body directly, as long as it explodes within a radius of ten meters, it can seriously injure a great martial artist who is equivalent to the Condensed Realm.

This short unfavorable change on the battlefield immediately attracted the attention of the barbarian warriors who had entered the tank army and were wreaking havoc.

"kill him!"

Immediately, a great warrior snorted coldly, and screaming, three great warriors squatted at home to kill them one by one. Their figures were like ghosts, they jumped more than 20 meters in one step, and jumped left and right, avoiding the attacks aimed at them.

Although some commanders noticed the importance of the battle situation here, no less than 20 tanks fired shells one after another regardless of the huge possibility of accidental injury from their companions, but they still couldn't hit the shells within ten meters of them.

As for the second-class heavy machine guns and submachine guns that became barrages, quite a few of them attacked them. Although it can't be said that they were useless, it did consume some of the opponent's fighting spirit, but they couldn't play a big role at all.

"Scratch!"

Being targeted by the three great warriors, he squatted in the first place and jumped up. The heavy machine gun sprayed bullets non-stop, with a hit rate of more than 50%. Much more transparent.

It takes at least double the time to break through.

But there is no such time now!

These three people are about to kill them, and with his weak strength in the early stage of Qi refining, he is not qualified to leapfrog to challenge creatures of the Condensed Realm level.

"Forget it, I am a martial artist with special spiritual strength, newly awakened, with high talent."

Squat at No. 1 at home and mutter to yourself, and at the same time transmit to the surrounding nine tanks with spiritual sense: "Attack that piece of brown soil at 328 meters, attack that rock at 300 meters and 21 meters. ..."

The information that God can convey far exceeds simple language. His words not only clearly contain the position of his guidance, but also convey how to operate the tank gun and how to aim by feeling.

Among them, the spiritual consciousness of the Qi refining period only accounted for a small part, and more of it was his predictive ability of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The nine gunners in charge of aiming were startled, and instinctively followed the instructions.

The sound of the cannon became one piece, and the target no longer followed the three great warriors, but aimed at an open space where the three of them had never been before, as if the gunner had lost his head.

boom!

Coincidentally, when the three grinning warriors approached the house and squatted within 50 meters, nine shells also arrived at the same time as they were about to wring his neck off, blasting them to pieces in groups of three.