Human base. Crimson holds the array disk in his hand, and all his huge spiritual power is poured into it. Around the base, cold winds were blowing, and ice cones a hundred meters long were condensed.
The next moment, there was a roar, and the ice cone was like a missile, blasting towards the outside world. Outside the base, the protoss genius Windrunner, with more than 200 protoss geniuses, is besieging the human base.
Seeing the ice pick coming, Windrunner just waved his hand indifferently. The geniuses of the God Clan gathered here and also set up a magic circle.
However, they do not use fixed formations like the human base, but use formation disks. Although the array disk is convenient and portable, it is inferior in power.
At this time, the power of more than 200 geniuses from the Protoss gathered through the magic circle, and they only shattered the ice cones and protected themselves.
But that's enough. Storm Walker stood in the center of the protoss geniuses, looking at the human base coldly with an indifferent expression.
In the human base, Crimson looked up at the protoss warriors in the sky, with murderous intent in his eyes. He sent a message and asked coldly,
"How many of the teams outside are still alive?" Next to Crimson, a feathered genius looked gloomy. He is the Great Luo Jinxian Genius of the Yu Human Clan. He understands the rules of fate and is best at causal induction, so at this time he is naturally regarded as the sensor between the human race teams.
He heard Crimson's question and immediately responded via voice message,
"There are only 7 teams left outside, and these 7 teams have suffered losses to varying degrees." Upon hearing this number, Hong Hong's heart sank.
"This time, we lost!" When the Protoss launched a surprise attack this time, they had 20 teams exploring outside.
Now, there are only 7 left, which means that at least 130 human geniuses have perished in the hunting of the gods!
On the 100th day after entering the secret world, there were only 391 human geniuses left. And now, after another 50 days of fighting, there are only 277 human geniuses left.
Now at least 130 geniuses have died under the hunting of the gods, and now there are less than 150 human geniuses left.
And there are at least 600 geniuses from the God Clan! Crimson sighed softly,
"This secret world belongs to the Gods!" Qiu Jimu's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice,
"Fellow Daoist Crimson! We have people and a base, why do we have to admit defeat now?"
"Then do you think we have any hope of winning?" Scarlet Red smiled bitterly,
"If it weren't for the fact that there was nothing I could do, I wouldn't want to admit defeat." This is a trial after all. As long as they stay in the base and don't go out, the other three forces will not use all their strength to fight against their magic circle.
Even the God Clan's Windrunners have only set up a magic circle outside the base to contain them.
If we really want to attack by force, it's hard to say that the Storm Walkers will die here. Most of the other 200 or so protoss geniuses will die here.
However, they came to this secret world and sacrificed so many companions, but they lost. No one can bear this matter!
Crimson gave a long sigh,
"But, as it is, we have to admit defeat."
"Even I can't save myself." Although he is powerful, if he encounters a large army of geniuses from the Gods alone, he will only die.
The Storm Walker alone can hold him back, and then a large group of geniuses swarm up to surround him, and he will also perish!
Qiu Jimu gritted his teeth, but he could only look at the divine warriors above, helpless. Storm Walker looked at them coldly. Although the defense of the human base was very strong, the Gods still had 770 geniuses.
As long as the human geniuses outside are cleared away, the Storm Walkers can gather the geniuses of the gods and trap the human race to death!
He doesn't need to storm the human base. He just needs to set up another divine base next to the human base and send 200 divine geniuses to guard it, and he can trap the human race!
Just as Stormrunner was making plans, he suddenly received a message on his virtual network.
"Executive Officer! Team Chai Feng No. 3 here is attacked by humans. The opponent is very powerful and difficult to deal with!" Storm Walker looked at this message and felt a little surprised.
More than 500 protoss geniuses hunted dozens of human geniuses. Under such circumstances, there are actually human geniuses who attack the Gods team?
It seems that there are still warriors on the human side! He immediately prepared a reply on the virtual network,
"Stay where you are and delay, and I will arrange for the nearest team to come for support." However, before his message was sent, another message came.
"Executive officer! This is Team Chai Feng 3, requesting support!" When Storm Walker saw this message, his eyes flashed, and he immediately changed the message.
"Hold on! I'll send reinforcements right away!"
"Who is the attacker? Send me the message!" He sent two messages in a row, but only one message popped up on the other side - Team 3, completely destroyed.
This is a program similar to the military merit system in the virtual network. It is mainly responsible for reporting the situation to the executive officer of the mission in a timely manner when the team suffers losses.
When Stormrunner saw this message, his gem-like diamond-shaped eyes revealed a deep light,
"Surprisingly, they were able to kill Team Zhui Feng 3 in such a short period of time."
"The human race really does have a back-up plan!" Or is it the human race disguised as a mechanical spirit? He immediately sent a message to the nearby team,
"Team No. 3 has been destroyed. You go to the location of Team No. 3 and check for clues."
"The enemy's combat strength is unknown. It is tentatively determined to be the Yaori level of the Mechanical Spirit Clan."
"You wait for all 10 teams to gather before setting off!" With 10 teams and 100 protoss geniuses joining forces, even if they really encounter the Mechanical Spirit Clan Yaori, they still have the ability to fight.
Ten minutes later, Stormrunner looked at the information on the virtual network, his eyes shining brightly, like searchlights.
A series of 10 messages were displayed on the virtual network.
"Team No. 5, all destroyed."
"Team No. 8, all destroyed."
"Team No. 9, all destroyed."
"Team No. 10, all destroyed."
"Team 15, all destroyed."
"Team 33, all destroyed."
"Team 41, all destroyed."
"Team 28, all destroyed."
"Team 58, all destroyed."
"Team No. 17, all destroyed." Moreover, the 10 messages were sent at almost the same time, which means that in just the blink of an eye, the other party wiped out all 10 protoss genius teams!
Stormrunner's hands were shaking. Beside him, a divine warrior looked over with concern,
"Executor, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Windrunner raised his head, looked at the human base in front of him, and said loudly,
"I'm happy!" Upon hearing this, the protoss warriors nearby looked over with concern. Good guy, maybe the executive is crazy, right?
However, Stormrunner ignored their gazes and his laughter echoed throughout the world.
"I have a rival!"
