Chapter 361: I'm waiting for the CD, what are you waiting for?

No way.

Fast, too fast!

It's as if it's so familiar that it's carved into the bones; this whole set of actions is performed like flowing water, without any delay or flaws, having long since been streamlined and standardized. So much so that in the few seconds Pacquiao was distracted dealing with Tang Qian, that Heart Pivot Chosen One protected at the very core of the fleet had already been chopped like melons and vegetables, locked fresh, moisturized, divided, and bagged... after the cooking was completed, the rider directly delivered the meal on the spot!

Any later, and I'm afraid there wouldn't even be time for a good review.

Seeing this scene, right before his eyes, Pacquiao only felt his lungs were about to explode.

Unbelievable.

Where did this trash teammate come from?!

Rebirth, holy crap, big brother, you're at least a Rebirth!

Even if it were a pig at the Rebirth rank, lying there waiting to be killed, it would still take half an hour to be killed, right?!

Moreover, how did you get exposed?

How could the other party, as if predicting, detect the hidden location where the Heart Pivot was hiding from the chaos of the battlefield, and then directly take you away with a "justice from the sky"?

There's a mole!

Damn it, there's a mole!

Burning with anger, Pacquiao suddenly looked back.

Three kilometers away, the Longshan armor flying close to the ground sounded the alarm, detecting spiritual quality locking, but it was too late for tactical maneuvering.

【Preempting the Enemy】!

Not only reading the opponent's movements to complete early warning and dodging, but also detecting and targeting all the opponent's escape routes to attack!

Under the perception lock, all escaping and dodging are meaningless.

"Die!!!"

He backhanded and drew that dagger covered in cracks; the malice and blood light gathered again, attacking in hatred, without reservation. The moment it left his hand, the blood light suddenly changed and expanded, wrapping around the dagger like some ferocious living thing, slithering out.

In an instant, it was already close at hand.

The only thing Lu Feng had time to do was reverse thrust the engines.

Falling!

But the malice actually turned ninety degrees, chasing and attacking, piercing toward his head.

And then...

And then there was no then.

Amidst the roaring sound, the earth suddenly shook, and cracks appeared out of thin air in the mud.

The scene of a person and armor being shattered by a single slash did not appear at all.

Armor · Longshan, unscathed!

【Immovable as a Mountain】!

"Hoo——————"

Lu Feng whistled proudly, looking at those scarlet eyes, lowering his head, touching his own head, and then regretfully shaking his head at him.

Still need to practice, little brother!

Turning around, throwing the mercury package in his hand to the fully automatic tricycle that came to pick up the goods, the Longshan armor actually soared into the sky again, carrying flame light, rising into the sky, drawing the various weapons on his back, and directly collecting heads under Pacquiao's nose.

The blood flag roared and reappeared, countless living corpses surrounded him.

But none of them were a match for a single blow.

Under Panying's harvesting, even the little blessing and power of the Lord of Scars was just chopping melons and vegetables.

Moreover, Pacquiao had no time to care about Lu Feng, who was jumping in his face.

Behind his head, a chill!

Without any mourning for Old Tang being kicked out like a dog on the side of the road, the one who arrived at the battlefield immediately was Old Lin!

The middle-aged man with graying hair suddenly appeared from the smoke, holding a sickle in his hand; the emerald green and cold short-handled sickle swept past silently, colliding head-on with Pacquiao's blood flag, then flew backward, dissipating into nothingness again.

But before he could even pursue, he heard that hateful shouting and roaring again.

That dog thing Tang Qian actually ran back again.

Bringing the ancestors, jumping in his face again!

At the same time, the Longshan armor, which had risen in altitude in the firmament, dived down again... repeating the old trick, Meteor Maneuver descending from the sky!

In an instant, under the siege, Pacquiao was actually like a BOSS in a dungeon, being brushed by three people.

A thief, a warrior, and a tank, entangled endlessly, just like chewing gum accidentally stepped on, unable to be picked off, unable to be driven away, as if attached to the bone.

Until Pacquiao could no longer bear it, roaring aloud!

The blood flag engraved with the scene of countless corpses unfurled again, air waves erupted out of thin air, spreading, blowing the three away, and then, completely abandoning the manual control of those living corpses, he went all out!

Immediately, emerald fire surged like a tide, spreading violently.

Regrettably, before he could pursue the victory, a loud noise suddenly burst from the firmament.

At the end of the light rain and wild wind, on the surging ocean, a behemoth arrived through the air————under a strenuous throw, something that had been kneaded into an eerie ball was simply like a giant stone flying out of a catapult, tracing a long parabola before flying from the sea and smashing toward Pacquiao's flagship.

Pacquiao countered without thinking, emerald fire and blood light entangling, raising his spear, and thrusting!

Easily, piercing through.

Erupting!

Immediately, the giant object that had descended from the sky like a building suddenly collapsed, turning into countless wreckage, flying and scattering, just like a rain of meteorites, smashing toward other unprepared pirate ships, the roaring sounds continuous.

After being defeated by Pacquiao, the remaining gravity and potential energy could not cause any damage, but soon, shocked shouts and terrified screams rang out from one ship after another.

In the chaos, someone finally distinguished the origin of that pile of wreckage.

The broken rails, the ship sails with traces of burning, the broken ship body covered in barnacles and eerie cursed objects, the minced meat and corpses mixed within, and even the ferocious ship figurehead of the merfolk eating a snake...

"Vijaya!"

"This is Vijaya's ship!"

"Where is Vijaya?"

Someone shouted in terror: "Vijaya is dead!!!!"

The ghost ship that had been using phantoms to confuse opponents and attract firepower on the sea had been completely ground to powder in less than half an hour.

And it had been kneaded into a ball like waste paper, and sent back to Pacquiao in such a tragic manner.

Unrecognizable!

At this moment, accompanied by the roar in the seawater, amidst the loud noise like the sound of the tide, the seawater opened toward both sides.

After the instantaneous electric light passed, it illuminated that terrifying figure hundreds of meters tall, as if a giant counterattacking from the sea, dragging a long spear welded and smelted from the ship's giant drive shaft, wading through the waist-deep seawater, walking toward them step by step along the mouth of the Long River.

Just like a giant god, coming from the sea!

Every step taken raised thunderous roars in the boiling and surging seawater and torrents!

And immediately after, ignoring that little bit of firepower that was pitifully fragile, the giant god's spear, hundreds of meters long, was raised and thrust toward the ship at the very end of the line!

Boom!!!

Instantly, hundreds of tons of mass pierced in from the deck and out from the bottom of the ship, and then, just like lifting a skewer of barbecue from the stove, it was swung!

Thrown toward those water ghosts who were dodging in terror!

The surging waves spread.

Under the spiritual quality output of the workshop level and the precise control of Isis, the vast Prosperity cargo ship followed the power of the mechanical god and completed its metamorphosis.

Revived from a dead thing, it turned into an out-and-out steel giant, wantonly swinging this violent power.

At this moment, it was the turn of this group of water ghosts who had delivered themselves to the door to become fish on the chopping board!

At the same time, the gate of Outside Xinquan opened wide, and amidst the clanging sound of iron hooves, blood flames surged out like a tide!

"The Red Lord bears witness!!!"

Slan held a spear in one hand and supported the sacred object military flag in the other, leading the arrow formation to rush forward.

The whole army attacks!

After silently enduring for such a long time, they finally showed their fangs, raising a tide of counterattack here.

With the retreat blocked by the Prosperity, the water ghosts were in chaos; many ship captains, in their panic, could no longer care about the constraints of the blood contract, wanting to forcibly open the distance, going against the torrent of the Long River to find another way out.

It's just a pity, it was already too late.

The gift from the upper reaches finally drifted down the torrent and was delivered to them.

Amidst the loud noise, the torrent rolled and boiled, and firelight and countless shrapnel rushed into the sky, spreading, exploding cracks on the reinforced ship armor.

Under the explosion of a large number of water mines, the ships at the very front became riddled with holes in the blink of an eye; after breaking and sinking, they got stuck on the riverbed, instead blocking a large number of water mines drifting down the current for the ships behind.

Similarly, it also blocked the path of escape.

Just like catching a turtle in a jar.

The mighty Long River, which had originally been relied upon as an aid, had now turned into a trap with no way out at all; for a time, wailing sounds were endless.

Some people, in their terror, had already begun to jump ship to survive; even if they could luckily cross the surging torrent of the rainy season and climb to the shore, they had already lost their strength, and what remained was nothing more than being headshot and named by the firepower in the guard towers and hidden bunkers everywhere.

Completely, with no way out!

Pacquiao looked back suddenly, looking at Outside Xinquan again.

Hair standing on end.

At the top of the highest building, the young man who had been holding an umbrella and looking down from afar all along, and the mocking smile on his face, his lips opening and closing silently.

Separated by tens of miles, curiously asking:

"What are you still waiting for?"

And immediately after, his subordinates walked out through the rain, dragging heavy corpse bags, lowering ropes, and hanging one tragic corpse after another from the top of the building.

Displaying them before Pacquiao's eyes.

Those ferocious and ferocious pupils suddenly contracted silently, trembling violently.

Eleven corpses, eleven Chosen Ones he had sent out; those carefully trained running dogs and hawks had been entrusted with heavy responsibilities by the general, and as early as several days ago, they had already sneaked into Haizhou in advance, scattered in various places.

As long as the original plan was followed, as long as the timing was right, they would destroy and blow up the dams in the upper reaches; at that time, under the ravaging of the massive flood, they could naturally guide the flood and drown the entire Outside Xinquan!

By then, all resistance would be nothing but a joke.

But now that the war had been going on for so long, the dams were as stable as before, and amidst the ravaging rain, no flood was seen.

Only corpses, hung on the building of the Coastal Industry.

Just like dead dogs.

Swaying in the wind! ===== CHAPTER 362 =====