MTL - Dreadful Radio Game-v3 Chapter 1001 revenge! revenge! revenge!

"Let's wait, I will touch it in first..."

"Forbidden - Eternal Light!"

A fiery ray of light whizzed down and directly covered the entire small city below. In an instant, there were countless screams and screams coming from the city. The magic of the curse level is no less than that of ordinary people. Field penalty.

"Pochetty, are you crazy?" A woman in black was holding a sickle and roaring in her hand. She just signaled that Pochetetti would let her go and check it out, but Pocheti did not care to directly ban it. The curse hit it down.

If it wasn't for her delay in action, she might be hurt by this wave of curse without any precautions.

Pochetti’s face looked a bit gloomy, but in the face of the woman’s accusation he showed a smile.

"Isn't that woman wiped out a city with a population of hundreds of thousands? I just erased it. It is nothing more than a small town of 20,000 to 30,000 people. Before the official announcement of the liquidation of the task, the indigenous population here is not It’s within our protection, and here we are not as restrictive as our own world. So why not experience this feeling?”

"Pochetetti, have you been stimulated by that oriental woman?" The woman heard the words and sneered. "Are you going to confess to her? Then she refused?"

"You don't talk, no one will treat you as a dumb." Pochetti apparently is not very stable. It is not so much that he is difficult to accept the rejection of love. It is better to say that if he really feels stimulated, he still faces himself. The embarrassment that can't be parried in a round.

"Wait, there are still people in the city!"

Chris was shaped into a shadow that directly penetrated the past.

How can there be a living person in a city that has just been baptized with light?

Even if there is alive? It is definitely not an ordinary person, so it belongs to the list of fish that they hunted.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

An angry roar came out of the ruins of the city, and then a man who was bleeding all over the body ran out of the ruins. He kept yelling, although he could not understand his language, but he could imagine that he was Cursing in anger.

He should know that his life is not long, and the invading audience can get some coordinate prompts from the radio, so these missing fish can't hide at all, so he may go back to his own small town before dying to see the last. A glance.

Unfortunately, his last glance made his birthplace completely ruined. Tens of thousands of people in the small city were dying in the light, and even the soul was instantly shattered. His friends and his friends remembered his memories. Become nothing.

Perhaps this is the status stand between the invaders and the aborigines, because broadcasting does not require captives, nor does it develop pseudo-military forces. In this regard, broadcasting is a more thorough racist than Hitler, with no room for conflict. There is no possibility of reconciliation, which has created a situation where there is no room for negotiation at all.

And these big-level audiences, in the original world, are like prisoners who are imprisoned by broadcasting and imprisoned, and they are often unscrupulous once they are indulged here.

There have been several incidents of deliberately making slaughter as fun. Of course, there are also some big brothers who have their own ethics, or are not interested in getting a sense of existence on ordinary people.

The man is two meters long. The height of the world is generally high. At the same time, he has a special rune on his body. It is these runes that make him survive the curse, but even so, he Also seriously injured.

Moreover, if his strength is divided according to the level of the audience, it can only be regarded as the middle layer of the senior audience. It is not too big in the fish of the net. However, the number of the aborigines of the remaining level of the world’s surviving audience is estimated. coming.

The black shadow appeared behind the man, and Chris's sickle pierced the man's chest position without any hindrance, and then gently mentioned that the tall man was directly lifted by the woman, Chris.

Chris enjoyed this feeling of picking up the enemy. Watching the enemy linger under the curse of her own death sickness often gave her a strong sense of excitement.

The mourning and roar of the man is so sweet in Chris, but unfortunately, the fish is too small, so the happiness that Chris can harvest is not so much.

"Give you a chance to get married and tell me, is there any other person near you?"

Chris’s problem is to convey the past through spiritual power. This can avoid language barriers. In fact, because of the high level of life, their IQ is also very high. Most listeners, especially big-level audiences, learn a language very simply. Things, but let them spend their minds to learn the language of the conquered world, and there are really few people who are willing to do so.

Even if it is a broadcast, sometimes it is impossible to give absolute and accurate dynamic target coordinates in time. Sometimes, when the audience looks for the past, the target has already shifted direction. This may be because the broadcast has not been officially moved yet. Take control of this world in all aspects.

Unfortunately, the spiritual message that Chris received was just the kind of boring pain.

"What news is there?"

Pochetetti wore a pair of white gloves, and he was carefully wiping his wand, and he sighed at the magic gems at the top of his wand, as if he was wiping an art treasure.

"No." Chris smiled. "A low-level life filled with anger."

Finished,

Chris turned over and the Death Scythe released a black flame to directly burn the prey.

At the foot of the two, it is a city of scorched earth. In some places, it is possible to clearly see the human-shaped black traces left after the people were burned to ashes.

"You said, is this a work of art?" asked Bochetti.

"Unless you take a little extra effort to bury it here, after thousands of years, the world has entered a technological and civilized society and it has been discovered by archaeologists at that time."

“Is it similar to Pompeii?” Pocheti shook his head ridiculously. “It seems that many of the remains and legends of our world before were probably created by another audience of the world’s invasion.”

"It's very likely that it may be like this. It may even include a mythological system." Chris finished her face and suddenly changed her face. "What happened?"

Bocetti also immediately became serious, because not far away, suddenly an ancient battle song that seemed to have a breath of time, if it was just a war song, after all, there are countries and armies in the world, but the army of ordinary people is not. It may create an atmosphere that makes the audience feel depressed.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

As the sound of the war songs got closer and closer, the ground began to tremble at this time, as if the horses were rushing.

Bochetti hung directly with his wand, and his mental power was instantly melted after being released, so now you can only use this most primitive way to check the situation.

When he rose, his eyes condensed instantly. He saw a military rank of about 500 people moving to the side. All the soldiers in this army wore the same armor, faltering, uniform, and their movement. The speed does not seem to be the distance measured under the feet, because for this time, the legion has already pulled closer from more than ten kilometers to only a few kilometers away.

Chris also floated up. When she saw this army, the look suddenly changed. "This is Qin Jun, Qin Jun, the army of the ancient East. I went to China to visit the Terracotta Warriors long ago. Yes, This is their hyperthyroidism style."

This world has a very different difference from the original world culture. Even the style and style of the armor are very different because of the different natural enemies. Therefore, the Qin Dynasty's armor is well recognized.

There are five "Qin" characters in the rear, and there is a "Qin" banner in the back. There is a driving in the middle. Five hundred people are like a whole. They don't separate each other. In the twinkling of an eye, they are closer together.

"How could they appear here, impossible, impossible!"

Bochetti gave an exclamation,

"The broadcast did not announce in advance."

"Let's go!" Chris gave up her intention to try to attack, because this legion gave her a great sense of fear. When these people came to the world by train, the world did not have much peak power. So, they have not experienced a terrible decisive battle at the real level.

However, when Chris had just turned into a black shadow and was about to leave, the Qin army’s military squadron changed instantly. A soldier with a long-growth figure disappeared directly in the same place, and the next moment appeared around the shadow.

"Stab! Call!"

Simple syllables are sent from the throats of these Qin soldiers.

then,

Dozens of shots are pierced together,

"puff!"

Chris had no time to react at all. In the next moment, her body was forced out by the terrible gas field around him. Then dozens of long Ge directly penetrated her body.

"Take! Call!"

Long Ge is high,

Chris was lifted like a hedgehog,

As she just raised the indigenous with a sickle,

It’s just that the eyes of these Qin soldiers are full of cold ice, and there is no excitement like the torture of prey that she just had.

It seems that for these Qin soldiers, at this time they are killing, and a pig, a dog, not much difference.

"Crack! Call!"

"what!!!!"

Chang Ge pulled away together, and Chris’s body collapsed instantly, and was torn together with the soul!

a big man,

It’s gone in the blink of an eye!

cheap,

Low level,

Even, it creates a sense of waste,

This is a big audience, but it is so simple and hasty.

This is a kind of despair,

It is the despair brought by this Qin army.

In the past, the broadcast invaded Daqin, and the first emperor led a battle of death in the desperate, and when he saw his own soldiers began to die, his empire was broadcasted by a batch of trains. Disappear in the battle of the audience;

I am afraid that I am proud of my ancestors. I also tasted the bitterness of despair. In the same way, as the world’s first to face the darkness of Alexander, it may be that in this desperation, the sword was chosen to go astray to teach the broadcast to “play”. .

But precisely because the two great monarchs of the East and the West have experienced this desperation, they have joined forces to plan, and after two thousand years, they will despair in the past.

The original is returned!

"Forbidden - Brightness is coming!"

Bocetti witnessed the scene in which Chris was killed in an instant. At this time, the boundless fear had swept him, but his instinct still allowed him to release a curse again.

He is afraid,

He panicked,

Without any ease before talking about art,

What Pompeii, what killing game, what became the real god, the thrill of tens of thousands of people, and at this time do not know where to fly.

In his eyes, only Chris simply died simply, and those Qin soldiers were doing the simplest training, and they immediately made a big scream!

“咚!咚!咚咚咚!!!”

“咚!咚!咚咚咚!!!”

“咚!咚!咚咚咚!!!”

The sound of the drums quickly thundered, except for the group of long Ge Qinbing who left the team. The remaining Qin soldiers began to charge together. They were neat and tidy, just like a whole. They used to be together in such a way, stepping on the neat pace. Broken six countries, smashed Baiyue, and hell, but also the remains of a group of big-time audiences in the Qin army.

The huge and magnificent ban on the bombardment bombarded them, but this only caused a negligible scratch on the armor of each of them, and even failed to delay the pace of their charge.

They are still in the air,

They are still unstoppable,

They are a whole, and the damage is divided into flats. In this way, unless Pocheti has the power to kill hundreds of Qin soldiers, he will not be able to move this army!

Bocetti was ready to leave, and he even took out a space scroll that was extremely precious to him, but at this time, there were soldiers in the army array who shot arrows that did not directly poke to Pocheti. It was stagnant in the surrounding area and blocked the space in an instant!

Daqin Arrows, Shenwei reappears!

The biggest enemy that the Qin army faced in the past after sweeping Liuhe was the existence of the darkness. They were familiar with how to hunt and face the audience!

They can't let the audience in front of them leave so easily.

Boccetti's space scroll lost all its effects at this time. In the face of the rolling army, he sacrificed all his instruments and other scrolls, but it did not help.

And this Qin army did not even wave its weapons.

They are like this,

simple,

Integrity,

Not fancy,

trample,

past.

“嗡!嗡!嗡!!!!!!!!”

The neat footsteps are the most terrifying melody at the end of life for Pocetti before death.

In his mind, what Litchi said to himself yesterday,

Find a hole,

Otherwise it will die.

It turned out that the woman’s words mean this.........

On the ground where Poccietti was originally stationed,

There was a human figure,

This is the trace left by Bocetti’s body and soul after being trampled.

And the ordinary people in the city that had just been destroyed by him,

Just the same!

The Qin army did not stop, the batch of long-term soldiers also re-listed, the sound of the songs re-emerged, they rushed to the next goal,

Killing, just started,

The prelude to the revenge of the old Qin people,

Just opened!

Two thousand years later,

Hunters and prey,

Position swap!