Chapter 472

"No, we lack middle-level strength and high-level strength." the leader of the abandoned base is a seventh level soldier, who led tens of thousands of professionals stranded in the rear for various reasons to stay here.

"Is everything missing except cannon fodder?" kukas sneered, stretched out his hand and pointed to the green skins around him. "They don't have supplies?"

"Yes, it's just a small number." the seventh rank soldier swallowed his saliva and replied carefully. Although the knight in front of him is only level 6, he is the power of endless cannon fodder. In this case, he must serve each other carefully.

"Cancel all their supplies." kukas touched the bare brain bag, thought a little and continued to ask, "is there a transmission altar to the front? I'm going to the front."

"Yes, but Sir, you've just come here. Don't you have a good rest? What do you think of one night? We're in the rear and can enjoy a lot of things." the power holder gritted his teeth and decided to please the power holder of the cannon fodder.

Unfortunately, his calculation failed. Kukas is not in the mood to stay here for the so-called enjoyment. In his opinion, as long as he is willing to enjoy it, he can get the best enjoyment, whether in the front or rear. What he wants to do most now is to gather the projection of those plane altar into his black flag, and then use the newly obtained secret method to transmit the green skins with the help of the black flag. In this way, the scale of transmitting cannon fodder per unit time will be greatly improved.

"OK." seeing that kukas refused, the man in power could not say anything. He soon led kukas to a transmission array and motioned him to go up. "Sir, the front line is very dangerous. Some level alliances have united with the natives in this level to constantly suppress us. Professionals with eighth level ability often appear on the front line."

"Thanks for reminding." kukas nodded to show that he knew. The person in power hesitated and asked his mages to start the transmission array and send him to the front line.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a relationship with him, otherwise I would get an umbrella in this battlefield." the person in power of the base sighed, then spit hard and cursed in a low voice. In the inexplicable curse, he found several female professionals to his residence and began to enjoy the sex. Of course, these female professionals can't bear the killing on the front line for various reasons, so after paying some price, they went to the rear base and silently waited for the end of the war. They have no way to leave here. The only thing they can do is to use all means to live in this cruel war.

The white light flickered, and kukas suddenly appeared in a huge valley. Under the soles of his feet is a magic array tens of miles in size. The light on the array flashes, and one by one professionals come out of the white light. Most of these professionals come from the transmission space in the center of the plane battlefield. Tens of thousands of professionals appear here at almost every breathing time.

The valley is surrounded by high mountains, on which dozens of tall stone towers are built. The magic power flickers on the stone tower. These magic powers are intertwined in the air to form a layer of magic prohibition defense.

"Leave your position immediately and go outside the valley, where you will be assigned tasks." there are thousands of magic props around the valley, constantly playing these words in common language. Urged by these words, the transmitted professionals dare not stay and run quickly outside the valley.

Kukas summoned the ghost crying war horse and carried out the black flag burning red flame with his backhand. Countless people galloped across the earth, including all kinds of giants, abyssal creatures, and some strange races they had never seen before. Although they are different races, they all have one identity: hunting and killing all non members.

Outside the valley, a large number of officers are recruiting professionals. When they are hurriedly organized or, they will fly to the front line. Kukas had planned to go to the front line to watch, but he did not stop the recruitment of those people, so he was soon assigned to a cavalry team.

Of course, on the one hand, he went to the front to see what he could do in this battlefield. On the other hand, he wanted to fight with high-level professionals to hone some of his killing skills. After all, he had to decide to go to the Trojan to find a female doctor, and before he went there, he wanted to make himself stronger.

"Skeleton Knight, don't fucking delay time." a roar echoed in kukas's ear with the help of magic props. He turned his head and looked at the Knights surrounded by skeleton war horses. Kukas knew that there was a little error in his assigned place. Because of the problem of ghost crying war horse, he was assigned to this knight regiment composed entirely of skeleton knights.

"Damn it, a bad card is a bad card. Go ahead now and rush to the front line in a magical time. Don't stop and charge directly. Your enemy is all the creatures in the front." a middle-aged officer roared loudly. He is also a skeleton knight. Although he is only a sixth order Skeleton Knight, but because he came out of the regular army, And he has a certain military talent, so he came here as the ruler of the Knights. Of course, what he has to do is not to use any strategy to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but to take these miscellaneous skeleton knights to the battlefield to die, that's all.

More than ten thousand skeleton Knights charged quickly. The skeleton war horse was tireless and could run at the limit speed for dozens of magic hours without rest. All the skeleton Knights along the way were wrapped in a layer of bone armor, some gray and some black. Kukas knew that with the killing, the bone armor on these skeleton knights would become more and more dark. When they reached a certain limit, they could transfer to Dark Knights by themselves.

With bone guns flat in front of them, the Knights muttered and complained, but no one left the team. They came here to gain glory through killing, and even to be promoted to dark knight simply through killing.

Kukas didn't say a word during a magic run. By listening, he understood the origin of these skeleton knights. It turned out that these Knights did not come out of the valley where he was, but there were other transmission arrays around the valley. All the skeleton Knights gathered together, formed a Knights' order and began to kill.

Almost none of these skeleton Knights came from the main plane world. They all came here from the subordinate planes controlled by some forces. It is for this reason that they are called miscellaneous troops.

The deafening cry of killing passed to kukas's ears from the front. On a huge plain, countless professionals were charging. Thousands of magic streamers pass through the air, some collide with each other and disappear at the same time, while others fall into each other's camps to make bodies.

After a simple glance, kukas found that most of the magic attacks that kept flying in the air were low-level range attack spells. Although most of these attack spells were not as powerful as the same level single spell, they were fortunately shrouded in an extremely wide range. Dozens of range magic are released at the same time, which can cover a range of hundreds of meters or even nearly kilometers. A large number of professionals were killed by these range spells before they fought close to the enemy.

With the magic streamer cutting through the sky, the arrows wrapped around the fighting power are also attacking in the air. Both sides have arranged a large number of divine archers to snipe each other's casters or resist each other's divine archers. A large number of lurks are hunting in the air. They disappear and disappear, sometimes cutting other people's heads, and sometimes being killed instantly.

"Charge!" the officer who led kukas pointed out the front line and roared loudly. Ten thousand skeleton Knights occupied hundreds side by side, and then rushed in the direction pointed by the officer.

Kukas rushed to the front. In front of him was a group of defeated low-level professionals, and behind those professionals was the other party's giant Legion. Those giants have bone spurs on their heads and one eye. They are more than four meters tall. They don't know the race from that face. They waved huge maces and flew up and down. Although not many giants broke out fighting spirit, they can easily tear all the defenses of level 5 professionals alone with their brute force.

The burning black flag was rolled upside down, and the flag was wound around the flagpole to form a two foot long Knight's long gun. A retreating had no time to dodge. In anger and panic, kukas pierced his chest. Wrists shake and throw the body to the ground instantly through special skills. Then the long gun continues to be flat ended and pierced into the next professional.

In this chaotic and bloody battlefield, there is no strategy. There are only two choices: charging to kill the enemy and retreating to avoid the charge of their own people.

Ruthlessly killed his retreating professional, and kukas met those Cyclops. A giant was covered with blood, and even broken meat stuck to him. He made strange noises in his mouth and waved a ten foot long mace at kukas.

The black flag shook and turned into countless gunshots and hit the mace. Although the Cyclops is powerful, it is still weak under the inhuman power of kukas. After a collision, kukas forcibly picked up the one eyed giant's mace, then his wrist shook, and the long gun turned into a black flag pierced the giant's throat like a poisonous snake.

An elbow long triangular spike rotates around the Cyclops' throat, instantly expanding the wound there to the size of the baby's head. Shoot, target the next giant.