Chapter 332

Fisher thought that he would beat down the other party's seven or eight spaceships one after another, which would make the spicy chicken retreat and call back the troops in the future. However, the cold-blooded degree of the other party was beyond Fisher's imagination.

Most of the fallen ships carried many commandos, who had followed the spicy chicken for many years. Falling on the ground of Asgard was like a sheep into a tiger's mouth. Compared with ferra's unbearable American red neck, these seemingly honest civilians were the real people's style. It was not mentioned before that the heroic soldiers of Asgard were the standing army, Although other Asgard citizens are not so exaggerated, they also take their own equipment to the military camp to practice for a period of time every year. In addition, they have a long life, so it is called a man with abundant martial ethics.

Now, with the help of the terrain, these uncles and uncles jump out from time to time to shout a dog thief to see the sword, and then give a few knives to the unfamiliar dark elves and run away. The disoriented dark elves soldiers are now like a hairy bear ten class car trapped on the ice. Their opponent is a 40 fire rabbit per capita. If not, they will have to explain everything, Then spicy shredded chicken really didn't care about the lives of these men.

After the air route was blocked, spicy chicken sent out the reserve force decisively, killed all the way directly from the ultra-low altitude and came in from the main gate of Asgard palace. Because most guards were transferred to suppress the riots, the defense of the gate was empty. In addition, spicy chicken had already prepared weapons of mass destruction, and the heroic soldiers defending the gate rushed down the street very quickly.

"Kill them all and leave none!" A black spicy chicken silk with a guard stepped on the withered body on the ground, and his eyes were full of tears. For many years, he was shit on his head by bor, and now it's time for me to pull it back!

The dark elf commandos equipped with energy weapons advanced very fast. When Odin and sol were still busy hammering the mobs running around into cakes one by one, the dark elves had rushed to his throne hall.

"Woo woo ~" a heroic warrior of the size of a hundred people team listed the gun array shield wall to block in front of the dark elves.

"Fire!"

"Go!"

The two teams of men and horses with different equipment fought fiercely. The heroic soldiers relied on the enchanted shield to resist the long-range fire of the dark elves, narrowed the distance, and told the dark elves that the era had not changed with their sharp enchanted swords.

However, the big sudden in the dark elf's hand also killed the heroic soldiers who broke away from the shield wall. The two sides fought fiercely, but in the end, the dark elf with a gun won the final victory.

"The etheric gem is on it. Go and bring it to me!" Spicy shredded chicken sent his men first because he had to wait for his adjutant to meet. Anyway, now Asgard's troops have been cut off by himself. Odinsol is still at the lower level. He can slowly turn their throne hall upside down!

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As soon as the dark elf soldiers who followed the boss's orders entered the corridor in the superstructure area, they found that there was no one here. It was quiet and terrible. The cautious Dark Elf soldiers did not dare to divide their troops. They went all the way along the main road and soon arrived at a long closed corridor outside the bedroom palace. At the end of the corridor, there was a peerless handsome man standing on a sword.

"Your boss didn't come?" Fisher looked at the pale dark elves in front of him and yawned disappointed. He also wanted to try the move he had just figured out. As a result, a group of miscellaneous soldiers came.

The dark elf soldiers who can't understand the universal common language look at each other. This guy is still standing here without running. He should be a fool. It's most important to solve each other quickly and get the gem to complete the task.

A dark elf soldier raised his weapon and was about to fire. The next second his head exploded.

"You don't talk about martial virtue!" Fisher threw the smoking bomb gun aside, and then sealed the back of the corridor with the mental field. The spiritual energy source was constantly injected into the big sword in his right hand. In the dark corridor, the golden sword in the stone was very conspicuous.

"It's my favorite dish abuse link again!"

"Fire!" Only then did the dark elf soldiers realize that something was wrong. The soldiers in the front row raised their rifles to volley, but it was useless. Facing the light beam, Fisher was not afraid at all. He flipped his sword up and down, dancing like a tiger, and then blocked the light beam with his mind field.

"Shit, what a shame. Can't you aim at my sword?" The angry Fisher didn't care to pace forward slowly to give the other party a sense of oppression. He came forward directly with a jump chop, and the three unlucky people in front were cool in an instant.

The miserable death of his companions frightened the remaining Dark Elf soldiers. The two at the end of the team flew back to the gate blocked by Fisher's mind and tried to escape, while the others in front continued to attack with trembling.

Fisher swung his big sword to cut down a dark elf, then pulled out the blade, grabbed the handle with his backhand, swung sideways, and a frightened twisted head flew out. Then he extended his left hand to lift a dark elf up to the ceiling, lifted his big sword in his hand, and two parts of his body fell to the ground.

"How do you always feel that this scene is deja vu!" With a murmur in his heart, Fisher threw his left hand, and he disarmed the last few dark elves in front of him, and then the unarmed guys were cut into mosaics one by one.

After solving these soldiers, before Fisher went back to his old position and continued to pose, the door he sealed was smashed and changed shape. Fisher tore off his mind, and the two doors creaked and fell down. Then a ferocious body two meters and five high took the lead in. Behind him, there was a spicy chicken with a Sima face.

"You did it? Who are you? " Seeing his miserable death, spicy chicken asked.

"People on earth, you can call me father!" Fisher replied solemnly.

“father？” Spicy shredded chicken doesn't understand the specific meaning of the word, but it always feels something wrong.

"Well, father, since you are from the earth, I can mercifully allow you to live in the world and serve me. Now make way!" Spicy shredded chicken thinks that the other party can fight so well. It seems good to accept it as a subordinate, but it's a little ugly (from the perspective of the Dark Elf)

"Normally, if you call me father, I should give you a way, but for the sake of a big plan, you call me soft. I'm afraid there's no way. I have to take etheric gemstones, so please die!" Fisher sighed. It was so ugly that he defiled the word elf!

"Algorim!" With a cold hum, spicy chicken ordered his adjutant to attack.

"Ha ha, boy, I'll pinch your shit out!" The dark elf adjutant showed a bloodthirsty smile, and then his body burst out like a shell and hit Fisher.

"Well come!" Fisher's eyes lit up. He injected his psionics into the stone sword, and then inserted the shining blade into the floor.

"Refraction blinding!" The dazzling light burst out with the contact between the big sword and the floor, which directly whitened the eyes of all the dark elves and couldn't see anything at all.