Chapter 701

Hearing the roar of the people behind him, he was beaten to the ground by William. He immediately got up,

walked left and right, carefully explored and looked for William's flaws.

Walking back and forth for a minute or two, he saw that William was only holding a double-edged spear upside down and staring at him.

For a while, there was no effective way to deal with an opponent who was several times faster than himself.

at the same time, the iron soldier heard his fellow soldiers breathing more and more heavily.

he knew that although his fellow soldiers didn't make any noise, they were very worried that he was knocked down and defeated in one round.

and now they are so hesitant Dissatisfied, they can only step by step to stabilize their pace, slowly approaching,

plan to rely on strength to fight with William,

"boss".

Seeing how shameless the iron blood was, Barney and the trench immediately set up Gatling on their shoulders.

William, with his mental perception on, raised his hand to stop them from interfering. He cursed in his heart that the iron blood would never stop fighting, would it?

And the way he kept his hand made them feel insulted?

In that case, we'll fight until we're ready.

With a grin on his lips, in the shocked eyes of all the iron soldiers staring at him,

William slowly closed his eyes, side his ears and pretended to listen,

this made the iron soldiers completely crazy and rushed up with a knife.

William's spear "Dang, Dang, Dang" changes the angle and strength, which easily blocks the crazy attack of iron soldiers.

After seven or eight sabres, the strength of iron blood is only three or four times higher than that of ordinary people.

even if he doesn't wear three type armor, his own strength is several times higher than that of iron blood.

with the addition of armor's power and speed, he immediately feels that this battle is as boring as a fight between a child and an adult.

Standing still, waving the spear, he stopped the Iron-blooded soldiers who were already a little bit shameless.

he was impatient, but at the same time he was puzzled, thinking that these Iron-blooded soldiers were not just the race of interstellar mercenaries.

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense. For thousands of years, these guys' personal arms are still like this, a few cold weapons, a shoulder mounted energy breaking weapon,

or they are the only interstellar species in the universe that the iron blooded can explore.

Without the sense of crisis of extermination, the whole race is seriously lack of motivation to improve science and technology.

Can only rely on personal force to show their status in society?

No matter what the possibility is, if the whole universe is counted as a person, human life is calculated by years, while the universe is calculated by billions of years.

The age of the universe is 13.82 billion years.

If one million years is regarded as a day for human beings, the glorious race of one million years in the universe is just a few days in the life of human beings who can live for a hundred years.

Time is the enemy of any civilization.

Or the blue star begins to have life, and other brilliant races have already destroyed themselves.

of course, when lower civilizations encounter higher civilizations, it's normal for them to destroy or be enslaved if they can't handle the relationship well.

Just like now, William has been able to kill the iron soldier in front of him, but he is still worried that he will bring disaster to the whole ethnic group.

Portal is able to let him run in the blue star, but if the blue star is not fit to survive the Revenge of iron?

Even if the portal can transmit to other planets, there must be a place to transmit.

Or take mom and girlfriends to the moon? Mars?

In this way, what's the point of making so much money? What's the point of being so powerful without an audience?

Face a few people all day, no social, no food, no entertainment, then what's the meaning of life?

Thinking of this, I could not help but feel a strong displeasure. A spear swung open the bloody arm blade,

with my left hand, from the bottom up, I hit him on the chin.

"Bang",

let people feel that under the sound of toothache, he hit for a few minutes, thought that William would not lay heavy hands, but gave up the iron blood of defense,

he was hit by a blow, and his body rose two meters, a light blue blood with several teeth spurted out of his mouth,

hit heavily on the ice field, glided five or six meters before he stopped and fell to the ground.

"Hey, I'm William Devonshire.".

With this punch, William felt relaxed, a sense of rolling comfort rushed to his head,

raised his hands to the sky, looked at the dark starry sky with his eyes, and yelled again,

"I'm William Devonshire, king of the world".

And behind Barney and the trench, two people, by William agitation vent, also followed with a loud roar.

It's really cool to defeat your opponent by force. If you add the fanatical flattery of your followers,Under the stimulation of violence and bravery, although William was in a high mood, he still didn't lose his mind. Instead, his brain was very clear at this moment,

otherwise, he would not just punch, but pierce the iron blood with a spear.

He raised his spear, pointed to the iron blood, and swept half a circle,

"in the name of William Devonshire, I will fight ten.".

After that, he put his spear on the ice and patted his left chest with a deep and firm voice,

"when I die, I will be buried in the honor of a warrior, and I will be promoted to heaven as a saint. The name of William Devonshire will be passed on to later generations,

and respected by all who know it.

And if I win, I will gain your respect as a king, equal rights of dialogue, exchange, trade and diplomacy,

at the same time, I will not be allowed to enter the "Blue Star" without my permission.

He tore off the armored gloves on his right hand, and one of them was still at the foot of the iron and blood leader. Regardless of all the iron and blood faces, he was so angry that he wanted to tear his expression.

He asked in a loud voice, "choose between inheriting your honor or killing me with that spaceship like a coward.".

Understand William's words, let a group of clamorous iron blood people can not help but silence,

all silently looking at the leader's back, waiting for his decision.

To be honest, if you didn't hear William say that he was promoted to heaven as a saint, people who knew him might have been moved a little bit,

but if anyone could praise God casually, William had no right to praise God.

Anyone who knows what is buried under the angel statue in the garden of Oxford castle will scold William for being shameless.

he is not a believer of God at all.

He would rather go to hell than go to heaven to see God.

If he goes to hell, maybe Satan will reward him well, but when he goes to heaven, what he is waiting for must be ashes.

So William is just a man who has estimated his iron blood without hot weapons, and his strength is not much different from that of ordinary people.