Heavy Truck Chariot In The End Times

The snail traveler didn't give Shen Cong a good face, he rolled away, and hated him at all times. However, as long as it didn't do anything, Shen Cong ignored the opponent's disgust, continued various temptations, routines the other party's emotions, included it in the snail-cicada language, and perfected the first cicada language.

Throughout the afternoon, Shen Cong has successfully mastered the vocabulary of more than 60 snail-cicada languages.

As the sun goes down, the sky gradually darkens.

The lush hills in the surrounding area have been eaten up by snail travellers in large swathes, turning into bare and barren hills, and there are still a lot of foul-smelling feces.

Fortunately, the active concentration has been blown by the sea breeze, and now it still has not completely fallen to the previous level, but has maintained an average increase of about 70%.

The activity of about 70% has made the greenery of the Yimeng Mountains more abundant in just a few days, and the new and tender seedlings have sprung out one after another.

Vitality glowed from under the earth.

The snail traveler finally rushed to the dark, and sent out the emotion of "fullness", and then sent Shen Cong a emotion of "get away, little bug". Slowly retracted the body into the volute, and finally rolled the volute.

Cang Dang.

The hole of the volute was pressed on the ground, leaving only the intact volute outside, protecting his soft body and starting to rest. The active wave rich in breathing rhythm slowly radiates to the outside.

Shen Cong patted the four-legged dragon on the head and returned to the big Vajra across the valley.

Make a fire for a simple meal.

After eating, I was still immersed in the creation of the snail-cicada language. He had a whim. Seeing the snail traveler sleeping soundly, he thought that perhaps he could use hypnotic techniques to imitate the golden cicada to induce prey.

"My cicada can hear and speak, and the usual'say' is communication. If you wait for the snail traveler to fall asleep and'say' to its subconscious mind, is it equivalent to hypnosis? I can use this subconscious communication , To create a tall, glorious, cordial and friendly image for myself."

Shen Cong touched his chin, his eyes brightened, and he thought that was a good idea.

"To build a good image, although it is unlikely to be a favorite of war, if you can get a good relationship with the snail traveler. Think about it, the Wushuang Golden Beast, as a cannon fodder, even if it is in danger, how about it? Can't it be turned into a breeze? I can't think of a way to kill the Wushuang Golden Beast other than a nuclear bomb."

Moreover, Shen Cong even felt that a small-yield nuclear bomb would not necessarily be effective against nuclear-level golden beasts that were already Lv1 or Lv2.

At the beginning, Lv0 Black Tortoise and Earth Dragon needed a nuclear bomb to kill them. Now they have entered the Lv1-Pure Gold Era, and even many golden beasts have reached the Lv2-Pure Black Era, and their physical strength is further Ascension.

Reactivity and becoming gold are all wonderful and unbelievable substances.

Thermal weapons have been difficult to work.

Wushuang Golden Beast truly stood at the top of the food chain.

Seduce an unparalleled golden beast...Of course, the plan on paper is good, but it will be possible to judge whether it is feasible after the hypnotic effect comes out.

"Get ready, go to hypnotize the snail traveler tonight."

...

Just when Shen Cong was very ambitious to hypnotize the snail traveler.

At night, in the settlements of Gangcheng District and Aishan Street, a fight is going on. The smell of blood permeated the entire settlement.

In a magnificent stone house in the middle of the settlement, a young man with a gloomy face, **** his upper body, was roaring loudly: "Who can tell me what is going on! I came out in the daytime and I was so big with him. Mom, a snail like a flywheel, who makes trouble at night!"

On the left chest, right abdomen, and shoulders of this yin bird of prey man, there were three red blood sores, the size of a walnut, which turned red and purple.

From the blood sore area, the purple-red filamentous veins extend deep into the body.

"The Prime Minister, it's from the insecticide team, and the five Mengyin sisters." Someone in the stone house said.

The shameless man is the prime minister of the Twin Cities Republic, and he is also called the master.

The master snarled again after hearing this: "Damn the insecticide team, damn five old bitches. If you don’t do well as a bereaved dog, you dare to come back! What do you do for food, hurry up and kill all these bereaved families. Dog. Watermelon, contact Artest immediately and ask him to come and help me! The others will go out with me and they will kill all these bereaved dogs tonight."

Under the master's dispatch, all the insect warriors in the settlement of Aishan Street were dispatched to fight with the insecticide team in the woods at night.

There are lush trees here, there are many tall pine trees, the broken parts of the trunks, the light yellow sap flows out, and it condenses into beautiful amber in a short while.

There are insecticide teams who use fire to ignite this amber.

Amber burned when it saw a fire, and it burned very vigorously, and within a moment, the forest turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Pouch.

A member of the igniting insecticide team suddenly widened his eyes and slowly lowered his head, wanting to see what had pierced Own's chest. But before he saw it, he sighed and died.

The warm corpse fell to the ground, revealing a young man behind him with a blood sore on his face. The purple veins run down the cheeks and penetrate deep into the flesh. He suddenly lifted the golden-core long knife in his hand, stretched out his tongue and licked it, licking the remaining blood.

The eyes were glowing red under the red light.

Suddenly, someone behind him hummed heavily: "One-core bed bug, die for me!"

The bug warrior turned around and said with a smile: "Say we are bugs, you guys are not ghosts or ghosts. What are you upgraded monsters!"

"Huh, we are new humans! Humans whose mission is to kill bugs!" The speaker, four fangs, is a golden man.

In the next second, the golden man and the insect warrior fought together and collided fiercely.

This kind of battle took place in every place in the sea of ​​fire, where blood and screams were mixed together. In the stone house or the metal wooden house in the settlement not far from the sea of ​​fire, the numb ordinary people looked at the ceiling with complicated eyes and listened to the outsiders fighting with the insect warriors, without any action.

Occasionally there is a hut with whispers inside.

A little girl, about fourteen or five years old, had resentment in her eyes: "I hope the insecticide team will kill all the insect soldiers!"

Another 17 or 18-year-old girl, with a hoarse throat, said old-fashioned: "How many times the insecticide team has counterattacked, except for the death of a few people, it is meaningless. Fang, work hard, wait until our turn to plant. The nucleus, as long as we survive the bite of the nucleus, we can also gain powerful strength."

"What's the use of gaining power? Look at these insect warriors, in front of the master, they are not wagging their tails like dogs."

"It's fate. It's better to be a dog than to be a prostitute."

"I don't believe in fate!" A Fang's eyes were firm, "I believe Sister Xiuni will save us. She has been working hard, and I can't give up if she doesn't give up!"

"Chen Jiuxian can't save us, so don't count on Chen Xiuni."

"Yes, Sister Xiuni promised me!"

"Fart!" Before A Fang's words were finished, the door was kicked open. A bug warrior who was still stained with blood rushed over, stripped A Fang's clothes naked, and cursed fiercely: "Little bitch, your savior, has been overturned by daddy, running like a pin-up dog!"

After finishing speaking, directly in front of the 17-year-old girl next to her, she pressed hard on A Fang.

Shock the body.

A Fang clenched his fist tightly and said nothing.

...

In the mountains of Yimeng, there are wolves at night, and the moon is desolate.

In the dense forest, a group of men and women, with blood and wounds, ran quickly, and the team stopped without knowing how long they ran.

A female voice asked, "Stop, who knows where this is?"

"Captain, this seems to be the old Laiwu Steel Farm."

"Did the bugs in Steel City get rid of it?"

"Dumped."

"Count the battle damage."

"Okay, Captain."

Xixi Suosuo counted the wounded, 56 people went there, 43 people came back, and 13 people did not come back. The atmosphere was a little silent, and everyone was busy taking a rest.

"Little girl, your injury does not matter?"

"Thank you Big Sister for your concern. This injury doesn't matter to me." The female voice called the captain gave a wry smile. "This time I thought I could assassinate some bugs, but I didn't expect the other party to be so alert. It made you gloomy for Big Sister. The five sisters have also lost many brothers."

Another female voice comforted: "Xiu Ni, you are welcome. Joining in the action is our initiative. If we don't kill the bugs, it will harm all human beings sooner or later."

This group of people is the insecticide team that attacked the settlement of Aishan Street and organized the Five Mengyin Sisters in another small settlement. The captain of the Sandworm team is Chen Jiuxian's daughter, Chen Xiuni.

While talking, suddenly an investigator ran over: "Captain, look over there, there is a situation!"

"What's the situation?" Chen Xiuni stood up.

When the team members answered, they hesitated: "There seems to be a big tree... walking."

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