v4 Chapter 6： 13 minutes of the savior

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The Tandan fleet is advancing vigorously in space. There is still a full 13 minutes before the Federation Ark enters the space channel, and it is only eight minutes before the Tandan catches up with the Federation fleet.

How much can you do in eight minutes?

What can be done?

no one knows.

On the battlefield, some people have begun to despair, but there are also people who are struggling and working hard. The Federal Fleet is regrouped, and the Frog is dragging the Yuanliao out, and the heavy artillery fires in unison, strangling the puppet humans around without hesitation. Even if they are all likely to be alive, in this case, there is only one kill.

God-cultivation was restricted by the two fourth-caste puppets, and the suppressed ones could hardly raise their heads. Numerous god-cultivation species from all directions tried to use their lives to raise the god-cultivation species to a higher level, but it was too difficult. Now, if the previous fourth caste was not killed, there may still be a chance, but they were almost beaten and slaughtered by the two fourth castes with absolute superiority.

In the more rear position, the knights also noticed the great changes in the front, risking huge casualties, and forcibly rushing to the front for reinforcements.

No one saw Merlin's figure. It was the last fourth caste in theory, but it did not appear for a long time, and it was likely that he had already died under the chaos of the previous charge.

On the battlefield, everyone is racing against time.

The knights are still running, but Ceci Platinum has led the savior team to the position closest to a fourth caste.

Three puppets of the fourth caste, two puppets of the fourth caste who attacked the gods with all their strength, and contained the entire army of the gods. The remaining handsome male fourth caste stood on a fallen Federal warship that bears Above the burning wreck, he opened his arms, madly pouring out his dark power to control the world, and wanton slaughter.

But the battlefield is chaotic, and there is no shortage of powerful existences. Its goal is to give priority to destroying a spacecraft. The dark power dances in space, but it is as precise as a scalpel. Each destroys the Federation spacecraft, and only a small part of its body is left. Part of the power creates an "absolute forbidden zone" in a circular space with a radius of 30 meters centered on him.

Any creature close to him instantly exploded like a poked balloon, turning into masses of bursting plasma, while other low-caste puppets, within this range, are as if they have been given some kind of booster buff. I don’t know how powerful it is.

In just one minute, the saviors had organized seven assaults. More than half of the hundreds of saviors were killed in battle. Plasma and blood were everywhere, but the puppets were still invincible.

This fourth caste, combined with a large number of low-caste puppets, abruptly constructed a "heavenly moat" to block the Federation's fleet from this line. Federation warships, fighters, and other individual troops all launched like crazy. Offensive, constantly onslaught the position here, raced against the clock to break through the past, but tried and failed repeatedly, and paid an extremely heavy price.

The Union soldiers are almost crazy, and they will break through here at all costs.

In the distance, another assault ship was detonated and turned into a flaming fire. A group of fighters launched a suicide charge, but after rushing into the "death exclusion zone" next to the handsome male fourth caste, one after another followed A broken body of a ship.

Destruction, explosion, death, one after another on the battlefield, the puppets used this as an array to completely intercept the Federation fleet.

The battlefield has been clearly divided, and it will be too late if you don't attack here.

Under the chaos and severe interference, the Federation's internal communications were almost interrupted. On the battlefield, everyone's purpose was unprecedentedly unanimous, to capture the fourth caste.

No matter how strong he is.

No matter what the fourth caste means.

Take him down!

Only capture him!

Dick should have been "snapped" in the world controlled by the fourth caste, but Chelsea rushed up at a critical moment and pushed him out of the realm of absolute death.

And Chelsea, right in front of Dick, was "smashed" alive.

Such a living person turned into a cloud of exploded blood.

The half of Bengfei's glasses fell in front of Dick.

At that moment, he almost forgot any actions, and only watched this scene blankly. It was Alice who shouted and pulled him back, so that he avoided the fate of being beheaded by other low-caste puppets.

Dick seemed to be in a trance, as if he had drifted away on the battlefield, staring at the front blankly and blankly.

His gaze penetrated the battlefield, looking at the existence standing on the edge of the burning battleship inserted into the "ground".

It was also a human being. He had a handsome face, and his simple lab coat could not cover his sturdy and powerful body. He stood on the corner of the burning spaceship like the Holy Spirit, closed his eyes and opened his arms to the sky.

however……

Is it an illusion?

Dick saw the "puppet" with a huge grin open at the corner of his mouth.

He was smiling and cheering.

Enjoying it all.

He is not a puppet.

He is not completely controlled.

He is enjoying the slaughter of the same kind.

Why... why are there such people?

Why is there such a bastard?

Anger surged in Dick's heart, he struggled to stand up, and Alice turned to look at him, revealing an expression of surprise and worry: "Dick..."

Dick gritted his teeth and turned to look at the girl beside him.

Alice shook her head at her: "Let's... step back..."

"No, how can it work?" Dick wiped a handful of blood plasma, "I know, we are weak, and luck may not be so good, but that can't be the reason why we don’t do anything or even choose to retreat. Reason. We are the savior, and we should advance now."

As he said, he raised his head and roared to drive his armor: "Come on, kill them! Kill them!!"

Alice gritted her teeth, but Dick didn't give her a chance to say anything at all, and he had already launched another charge, culling with a large number of low caste who had returned from the counterattack.

In the other direction, Sisi and Jonathan's charge was beaten back alive and paid a very heavy price.

There were fewer and fewer people alive around him, and Saixi felt that the blood in his body was boiling, but his legs were shaking uncontrollably.

This is a complicated mood. He has realized his death. Under such circumstances, who can calm down?

He admired Jonathan.

Jonathan was covered in blood, and the driving armor was broken. This time he stepped back. He summoned everyone around him again, patted their shoulders, and asked in a loud voice: "Liander, how are you? Casper, stand. Get up! Roton, can you still move? Don’t pretend to be dead if you can... Kato Deron, the one who organized you! Pero Cerva, are you retreating? You are the only one in your team, you want to let you Are the compatriots who died in the war ashamed?!"

Jonathan can remember every name, even in this environment, he will not call anyone wrong, he can reorganize the battle formation in a few words, gather everyone around him, and initiate another charge.

In the charge, Sisi, shoulder to shoulder, heard Jonathan ask him again: "Sisi, how close can your ability be useful? How close can you kill him?"

Seti looked at him in surprise.

This is the third time Jonathan has asked the same question.

At close range, Sisi noticed that this man was already totally unrecognizable. One eye was gone, but he was covered in blood and couldn't see it, but he still opened the other eye in anger, as if he could never fall down. Lion.

He is summoning his companions by instinct and faith to fight.

And his consciousness, in fact, was already in a trance.

Saixi forcibly settled his mind, raised his head, and looked at the grinning voice in front of his blood-red eyes, and said: "Ten meters...ten meters, only ten meters, Jonathan, as long as we rush into the range of ten meters, I will He is sure to kill him. Although this fourth caste has its own consciousness, his application of abilities is immature, far inferior to the fourth caste in Tokyo. This level of fighting is a violent consumption for him. We I rushed to 20 meters last time..."

"I... don't quite understand, I... I seem to..." Jonathan looked at Sisi in confusion.

Seti looked at the **** face, and he couldn't even see the original appearance of the lion from that face. He hissed: "Jonathan, we are going to kill him, we can take it. You see, not only we are attacking him, the fleet is also attacking. As long as we get close to him, we can kill him!"

Seti watched Jonathan's breath that was almost let go again, and the man from the European region roared and roared on the battlefield: "Kill that **** of the fourth caste!"

"Fuck him!"

"What the **** is it!"

The people once again launched a rush.

Not only the saviors, but soldiers on all sides are attacking and charging desperately.

attack! attack! Attack again!

After being beaten back, we will attack again!

Jonathan asked over and over again: "How close are we to kill him?"

Saixi didn’t know how many times he charged, how many times he was beaten down, and he didn’t want to count. When did Jonathan next to him disappear, he didn’t even know, he just knew he had to pull every time he returned. Everyone who lives next to them tells them to rush up, and as long as they rush to within ten meters, they can kill the male fourth caste!

In the most recent time, Saixi has rushed to the twelve-meter position, so he just needs to advance a little bit...just a little bit...

The puppets were beaten back again and again, and only the absolute realm of the fourth caste was unbreakable.

However, at this moment, a harsh sonic boom sounded on the battlefield.

Saixi looked up in a daze, and saw a blood-colored shadow running through the battlefield, entering the battlefield of the god-worshiping caste and the other two fourth castes from an extremely tricky angle, traveling through the world under the absolute control of the fourth caste, at a high speed. However, he was strong, with a single blow, and hit a puppet of the fourth caste, and the god-cultivation instantly counterattacked!

On the battlefield, shouts rang one after another.

"It's Mr. Su!"

"Mr. Su! It's Mr. Su!!"

"It's Mr. Su!"

"Mr. Su broke the formation! Mr. Su broke the formation!!"

"Mr. Su broke the formation!!!"

A wave of excitement almost swept the battlefield. Saixi took a deep breath, looked at the shocked expressions on the faces of those around him, roared and raised the weapon in his hand: "Charge!"

At this moment of the battle, every second counts. Mr. Su first rushed to attack the line of Chongshen, because it is more important. But if he and Chongshen have completed the attack, they have not won this male fourth caste yet. Their efforts were in vain.

They can wait for Mr. Su and the Chongshen species to turn back and kill this fourth caste, but they can wait, the Ark Fleet can't wait, the Tandan people can't wait.

On the battlefield, no one can save anyone, and no one can help anyone.

They must capture the male fourth caste.

This is the mission of the savior on the battlefield.

Seti moved forward in the crowd.

The saviors came from all directions, all kinds of driving armor, weird talents...

And the shocking death.

The last two meters were crossed.

Sethi Platinum leaped high from the savior's shields made of flesh and blood. He held the shield in one hand and the spear in the other. The twisted lightning-like spear came out in the next moment.

His blood-red eyes chased the spear forward.

The twisted lightning-like spear is extremely fast at the moment it is released, but in the world controlled by the dark energy of the fourth caste, it decelerates as quickly as entering a quagmire, the kinetic energy is quickly consumed, and the speed is getting slower and slower. But it keeps moving forward, moving forward...

The male fourth caste who had been grinning turned his head in disbelief, and began to block the twisted lightning with all his strength, and his body began to retreat actively, but he didn't know why, he found that he was locked in. Same, I can't move at all.

What kind of weapon is this? This……

At that moment, the lightning was reflected in the blood-colored eyes of Saixi Platinum, and the color of the lightning was also reflected in the sky-blue eyes of the male fourth caste.

It completely lost all kinetic energy at the moment it penetrated him and stopped.

The ten-meter kill is because Sethi Platinum knows that his spear can only advance ten meters in the world controlled by the dark energy of the fourth caste.

The world controlled by the dark suddenly shrank.

The male fourth caste lowered his head and glanced at the fading spear between his chest and abdomen. Some incredible power poured out from the spear. His body instantly turned dark gray, then disintegrated and collapsed...

Those sky blue pupils were still imprinted with unbelievable colors at the last moment.

How could one be killed like this?

The strength of the fourth surname collapsed, and the federal army broke out. In the sky, the other fourth caste was killed by Su Chen and the Chongshen. One died and the other was seriously injured, and then retreated in panic.

Sethi Platinum was caught in the crowd, stumbled forward for a certain distance, and then fell heavily into a dead body.

He thought with some regret that no one cheered for me with such a beautiful scenery.

The federal people who count on every second are fighting for the future.

The vague flesh and blood corpses on the ground have long been indifferent to each other. On the sky and the ground, the Federation's fleet is advancing in a whole line, Su Chen and the Chongshen seed crossed through, Ling Ran on the top of the battlefield!

Countless people followed them and launched an assault.

Saixi laughed bitterly and looked around, and found that there were probably only a few saviors who hadn't followed the charge. Those people were sitting on the battlefield of the saviors everywhere, looking around blankly, with expressions on their faces as if they were crying and laughing.

At this time, a scorched hand stretched out from the pile of dead bodies on one side, and placed it on Sisi's wrist with extreme force.

Seti turned her head in surprise and found that it was Jonathan who hadn't seen him.

With only half of his body left, blood blisters in his mouth, he asked vaguely: "Saixi, we... how close are we... to kill him?"

Saixi's heart trembled, he in turn grabbed the scorched palm and said: "We killed him, that son of a bitch, we **** him...Jonathan...we succeeded..."

"We...we...killed...him?" It seemed that it took a long time for Jonathan to understand Sisi's simple answer, and a horror-looking face slowly appeared on his immature face. Smiles, "Saixi...I...we...do...do it..."

Saixi only felt like a stone was blocked in his throat, and a thousand words came up, but at the end he couldn't say anything, so he just nodded blindly.

I heard Jonathan muttering dreamily: "We...we can be the savior... do we? We... killing him... did it work? The real... effect... is no longer watching Others take action... what we can only wait for... are we... qualified to be called... the savior?"

Saixi raised his head and saw the warship rushing forward and the crowds charging.

Maybe no one mourns their battles and deaths, but all this now is the best praise for them.

They rushed to kill the male fourth caste which did not delay even a second for the Federation.

Saixi lowered her head, smiled, and replied with great certainty.

"Jonathan, we played a role. I don't know if we are qualified to be called saviors.

"But when we... stand together...

"We are the savior.

"Right? Jonathan."

They may never be Mr. Su who broke the battlefield alone, but when they gather together, they are the only and unrivaled... savior.

The scorched palm slowly slipped, and no sound came from the corpses.

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Subscribe! Hmm...Although the new year has issued a knife, but the saviors are so desperate, the readers should give some support...