In the battlefield space, there is a world covered by wind and snow.
This is based on a game world that Zhou Zidu once experienced. That was the level 11 game where he challenged the Demonic Playwright. Zhou Zidu suppressed the dark forces in the north for decades alone.
People who have been in the south for a long time have forgotten that this danger exists, and the time he has bought is wasted.
Hopefully he won't make the same mistake this time.
Endless chains fell down, layer upon layer in the wind and snow, but it was impossible to see where the presiding judge himself had gone.
Wang Xiang was dressed in black armor and looked a little cautious. He really had to be careful when facing the presiding judge. He is the weakest among the three people present.
"Haha. He hid really well." Perlman was much calmer than Wang Xiang: "Did you know that thirty years ago, the best killer in the world was this Lord Judge. Wu Hui, Du Ziming, Liu Dang The wizards and righteous killers those kids like Ren are playing with are things that the presiding judge has long been tired of."
"I really don't know about this. But it's not a surprise." Wang Xiang said, "After all, Teacher Zhou is the person with the best hiding ability in the world."
The presiding judge Zhou Zidu. Invincible.
If the chief chess player Lin Shiyun were here, he might still be able to beat him 50-50. Of course, Zhou Zidu has more victories in their encounters.
Perlman even had to find another level 13 helper before he dared to fight him.
In fact, deep down in his heart, Wang Xiang didn't really want to fight with the presiding judge. However, in recent years, the presiding judge has helped the rebels and is suspected of supporting them to replace the SUPP power.
Although it is very simple for a super player to change families with his direct descendants. But as Wang Xiang said, three generations of his family have served in the People's Federation. I really can't live without this existence.
But if you really want to protect this regime, why not use your own strength to correct his mistakes? Why did he fall to the point where he had to be replaced by the chief judge?
Perhaps it is because there are too many elders, classmates, relatives, disciples and old officials in my family. There is no way to be cruel.
In the wind and snow, many troops appeared. There are Sun Wu's, Caesar's, Napoleon's, Li Shimin's, and Xiang Yu's. The presiding judge began to summon with military symbols, and armies from all over the world, both ancient and modern, began to approach the two thirteenth-level soldiers under the cover of chains.
"It's boring. This kind of approach just wears down our physical and mental strength." Perlman talked a lot, and I don't know if he was really disdainful or because he didn't know what to say.
The army of soldiers is indeed not bad, but at this scale, no one has taken the lead, and it is really just an appetizer.
Wang Xiang didn't say much, he just picked up his spear. Ride a black war horse that appears out of thin air.
Behind him, a small but dozens of elites, all at level 10, appeared to accompany him in the charge.
The black armor is unique among many legions. The army summoned by the soldier talisman died and was immediately replaced by another one, but the black armor killed them to pieces.
The Inquisitor's battlefield space is so large that it can even contain the entire earth. But most of the areas are covered with chains and characters, as if something terrible is sealed.
In the wind and snow, a dark shadow stood gracefully. Heat slowly rose from Wang Xiang's body. Collision with the cold air, forming a light layer of clouds.
Killing through the military formation, even the world in the wind and snow changed.
Perlman did not participate in the elimination of the Legion. He just stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Zidu's chain. .
The chain snapped, like a string that had been violently snapped.
"Bang bang bang——"
He played randomly, and the iron ropes broke one by one like strings. The whole world seemed to be shaken.
But I saw more iron ropes ahead and chains that had been broken and then repaired. Perlman knew that this battle would not be over in a short time.
Super players may fight countless times in one second. It may also last for months or years without ending.
By now, two other battlefields have also begun.
The instructor is defending alone in the Mediterranean. He plans to fight against the two Lionheart and Dark Moon alone.
Level eleven. For a level 12, this shouldn't be difficult.
However, the Dark Moon Queen showed strength at level 12. I don’t know when it was secretly upgraded.
Fortunately, the Inquisition Poseidon took action and completed the check and balance in terms of combat effectiveness.
At this time, the three level 11 players of the Tribunal, the God of Frost, the God of War, and the God of Song, plus the two level 12 players of the Iron Hand, were also on the Atlantic Ocean with Perlman's eyes and ears, Juvente, and Dolan's tongue. Level 12, and meet the three level 12 players: North Sea Dragon with Claws, Iron Fist Gunslinger, and Psychologist with Magician's Hands.
They didn't start fighting directly, but looked at each other. In the end, the five people on the Tribunal side jointly expanded the battlefield space and included everyone in it.
"That's fine. After all, this planet in the future belongs to us. We should indeed protect it." The Gunslinger sneered.
"What a good idea." The head of the Tribunal in Africa, the God of War, who often communicates with the resistance, said: "You are a group of people who have gathered for profit. After the fight, you will divide the spoils. When the time comes, there will still be a civil war. By then the earth I will definitely be beaten to pieces by you."
Just like the colonists who bullied various indigenous people together in the past, in the future, they will fight with themselves to their brains in order to compete for interests.
How can you unite under such circumstances?
I have to say that Martial God was indeed deeply influenced by the resistance forces on the land of Africa, and his theoretical level is very solid.
The Gunslinger said no more, turned around and disappeared into the clouds. Only one bullet came, hitting the Martial God directly in the head. The air shock wave generated by the collision of this bullet with the God of War's forehead directly exploded a crater nearly a kilometer in size in the world of multiplayer battlefield space.
A level 10 player could destroy a city even if they fought with all their strength, let alone these super players.
Without the battlefield space of the Inquisition, we don’t know what the earth would have been blown into.
In the game, Wu Hui successfully killed Raphael before Ren Yin could no longer hold on, and then supported Wu Tong with the twins in besieging Sariel.
Even if Ren Yin dies now, it's one for two, no loss.
If they are really going to die, they may give priority to saving their own people, but now it is a completely cold exchange.
Sariel said that it is absolutely impossible for you to defeat yourself before Ren Yin is killed. Many souls surrounded him, and the moonlight became colder. Even if he was surrounded from three sides, he still could not break through.
Uriel and Michael spent a long time and finally cornered Ren Yin.
The many holy light pillars around him made Ren Yin's escape route disappear. The flames in Uriel's palm shot out streaks of light, colliding with her bullets.
And Michael reached Ren Yin, slashed with his sword, and shattered the light shield.
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