In the vortex of space, a throne made of bones slowly emerged.
A slender, pale-skinned, nearly ten-meter-tall humanoid creature sat on it.
He propped his face with one hand, and his scarlet vertical pupils scanned the fortress below.
On both sides of the throne, dozens of strong, bare-chested bald men carried the throne on their shoulders.
They stepped steadily in the void, slowly landing on top of the fortress.
The soldiers in the fortress knelt on one knee and shouted: "Welcome the king."
The king waved his hand.
The soldiers immediately stood up and lined up.
As the newly repaired gate of the fortress opened, nearly 10,000 soldiers marched out in a neat line.
The bald men shouted low and neat slogans, carrying the king and following above the soldiers.
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Shelter No. 20.
Everyone looked at what was happening in the Northern Fortress through the central control screen in the manager's office, with a solemn look on their faces.
The clones in the local area network were watching with great interest.
"This is the king, as thin as a thin dog, and it's obvious that he has no fighting power."
"I think this king still has charm."
"Are you sure Qin Gou won't take us to play in the Boss battle this time?"
"Brother You Yuanzi is leading the team personally, and I guess he won't even leave a head for him."
"Just this old thin dog, the giant tyrant hits him with a stick, and he doesn't poop?"
"Is there a possibility that the thin dog king doesn't poop."
"Impossible, even fairies poop."
"..."
Such a big monster, the clones all want to go up and fight it.
Even if it's just scraping, it's considered participating in the Boss battle.
When the king falls down in the end, they can proudly take credit: "Did you see? Thanks to the damage I made up."
But Qin Ze didn't plan to let them participate in the battle this time.
Even if the old guys join the war, they can only serve as cannon fodder.
With the polluters of Huanshan, there are enough cannon fodder.
The short and thin man looked at the central control screen and said in a deep voice: "He is coming to our shelter."
The edge of the water was puzzled: "How did he know the location of the shelter?"
The manager said: "When the door of the shelter is opened, they will capture a weak signal."
"The door has been opened three times in recent times, and they can already determine our approximate location."
Qin Ze nodded.
The leader of Huanshan probably caught the signal when the door was opened, so he came to the door.
The manager said to the short and thin man beside him: "Apocalypse can be warmed up, and let everyone be prepared for battle."
Hearing this, the short and thin man immediately went to convey the order.
According to the combat agreement reached with the leader of Huanshan not long ago.
This battle will be led by the leader of Huanshan and his men to stop Wang first.
In this way, there will be enough time for Apocalypse to warm up.
In fact, it doesn't take too long to prepare for the launch of Apocalypse. Ten minutes is enough.
The manager concealed this news and told the leader of Huanshan that it would take several hours to prepare for the launch of Apocalypse, so he had to rush to the front.
The action plan formulated by the hunters was also very simple.
When the leader of Huanshan and Wang were entangled, the shelter seized the opportunity to launch Apocalypse one through two.
After being hit by Apocalypse, both Wang and the leader of Huanshan would fall into a weak state.
At that time, Brother Yuanzi and the manager would take action to kill both of them.
As for Qin Ze and others, they only need to clean up the remaining trash and shout "666".
Qin Ze couldn't help but sigh that it was really cool to win by lying.
Brother Biao in the corner sighed silently and said to himself:
"Why do I feel that it doesn't matter whether I am here or not this time."
This time his role seems to be just "opening the door".
Brother Biao suddenly felt a little depressed.
...
In the wilderness.
The mighty army formed a black torrent.
Flowing slowly towards Shelter No. 20.
Above this black torrent, the king on the throne looked lazy.
"The taste of God is really moving."
The scout in front turned back and reported to the king in the sky.
"The army is about to enter the radiation range of Shelter No. 20. Should we continue to move forward?"
The king waved his hand: "Crush them."
The scout nodded heavily: "Yes."
The black torrent accelerated.
Rumble--
The earth suddenly shook violently.
Dust flew in the hills.
There was a hint of chaos in the neat formation of the army.
"Quiet."
The king whispered through the mental network.
The soldiers immediately became like nails, firmly rooted in the ground.
The mud and rocks on the ground began to converge, forming chains several meters thick, pulling towards the marching army from all directions.
Faced with the fierce attack, the soldiers were fearless.color, and kept fighting back with the firepower in his hands.
The dense barrage bombarded the chains made of rocks and mud, and the damage caused was really limited.
The chains were unstoppable, first chopped down from the sky, smashed into the crowd, and then swept left and right.
Pa pa pa pa pa——
The soldiers were smashed into a ball of blood mist.
The blood-colored waves bloomed in the black torrent.
Against the dark earth, it looked beautiful, like an art painting.
The king on the throne finally made a move.
I saw him press down heavily with his right hand, and an invisible force hit the ground.
In an instant, the mud and sand chains were broken, and the rolling earth calmed down.
The surviving soldiers immediately regrouped and arranged their formations in just a few seconds, like robots executing programs.
Around the square formation of soldiers, more than a dozen holes were opened on the ground.
Then, the ragged scavengers rushed out of the cave.
They were like a spear, piercing into the soldiers' square formation.
The formation that had just been stabilized was in chaos again.
The fortress soldiers and the polluters around the mountain were already "old enemies".
As soon as the two sides met, they immediately fought fiercely.
Whether it was the soldiers or the scavengers, their vitality and recovery ability were extremely tenacious.
Even losing a head was a small matter for them.
For a while, the scene was full of broken limbs and broken internal organs.
Rumble--
The earth shook violently again.
Right in front of the throne.
Several mud flows rose from the ground.
They entangled with each other and spun upward.
When they reached the same level as the throne, the ends collided together to form a rock throne similar to it.
A yellow whirlwind flashed on the throne.
A man nearly ten meters tall appeared.
Half of his body had been petrified, and his eyes were scarlet, similar to Wang's.
The soldiers and scavengers below had their brains blown out, but the leader of Huanshan and Wang just stared at each other quietly.
After a moment, Wang suddenly said: "It seems that you have reached some kind of agreement with those blue rats."
The leader of Huanshan said in a deep voice: "We have fought for so many years, it's time to decide the winner."
Wang grinned: "Then your father will agree to your request."
The leader of Huanshan was furious, and the throne under him collapsed in an instant.
He stood in the void and slowly opened his arms. Countless mud, sand and rocks gathered around him and blasted towards Wang like a tsunami.