Seeing the Chosen Ones of the "Sunflower Flag" and the Chosen Ones of Tai Chi Dragon gathering together to retake the lost southwest corner front, Hu Luxi asked in confusion: "Are we really going to retreat? The fifth divine general

We have already broken through Tai Chi Dragon's central defense line, and victory is imminent, how can we retreat?"

Akar Cavusoglu looked at the middle of the electromagnetic gun array. In that sky, Alfred Inreine Dupont and two neon figures, a man and a woman, were fighting together.

, "Didn't you see that the attack on the center line has also stopped? Tai Chi Dragon's reinforcements are not only the 'Sunflower Banner', but also other organizations." He turned back and said with a sneer, "Our position is that of dogs, not wolves.

A dog's job is to drive away prey, not to fight with it."

Hu Luxi's expression became unnatural, "I understand."

"No, you don't understand, dear Hulusi." Akkar Cavusoglu shook his head and said, "If your father were here, he would understand. It's not that we want to be dogs, but that the Star Gate thinks

We are just dogs. No matter how high-sounding it sounds, we are actually playing the role of dogs. Since we are dogs, we should understand where the value of dogs is reflected. Only when the prey is stronger, the more valuable we are, and when

When the prey does not exist, the dog is not important. Therefore, there is a saying in China that "the cunning rabbit dies and the lackey cooks". If we want to live a more nourishing life, we must devoutly bless Xingmen and Tai Chi Dragon to fight more fiercely, and

No one party is sure to win, or even the Stargate family is the only one left."

Hu Luxi hesitated for a while and whispered: "I understand what you mean. But we retreated, how should we explain it?"

Akkar Cavusoglu smiled, "You are still too young! Even if the Sunflower flags are all out, it is impossible to win the Star Gate and our alliance. Taking a step back, assuming that the Star Gate loses, we

We should preserve our strength. As for how to explain..." He patted Hulusi's shoulder, "If you are a dog, you should have a correct attitude. Tell Alfred Inreine Dupont now, speak sincerely.

They say that our strength is insufficient and we cannot hold out against the enemy's counterattack, so we ask for support."

Hu Luxi hesitated to speak, "This way...this way...the number one god will know..."

Akkar Cavusoglu showed a mysterious smile, "Just be a dog, and don't think about being a wolf. Even the owner will love a soft, cute and coquettish dog instead of a fierce and independent wolf."

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John Chris Morgan also saw the situation of the electromagnetic gun formation. In addition to the southwest corner being given up, the center line was also in a mess. The chosen ones of the Alliance and the chosen ones of Taichi Dragon were deeply entangled, like a mess.

.However, as a group of Chosen Ones wearing "Black Death Uniforms" continued to join, and the Chosen Ones of the Alliance were hit on the rear flanks, they could not replenish their manpower for a while, and the front line had been stabilized by Tai Chi Dragon.

In the sky at the center line of the electromagnetic gun array, I don't know whether it was the loss of the position of God General that caused Alfred Yinrené Dupont to lose his absolute dominance, or whether the two chosen ones fighting him were too strong.

The fifth divine general was unable to gain the upper hand.

John Chris Morgan stared carefully and saw a woman wearing a red kimono and holding a long sword. The attack was like lightning. Every blow struck Alfred Inreine Dupont's silver spear. The woman was coiled

Her hair was in a bun, and her appearance was soft and gorgeous. She stepped on wooden clogs and jumped forward lightly. Her slender white legs were exposed under the slit skirt, and her girdle-tied waist was like a taut bow.

It is both tense and full of flexibility. The long knife in the hand is like a wicker moving in the wind, the long sleeves are waving like blood waves, the accessories on the waist are swaying like wind chimes, and the skirts are fluttering, as if the next second is going to happen.

Go on the wind.

What makes people even more amazed is that she and another woman in black are twins. The other woman in black has a ponytail and jumps on the red dome-like Tai Chi Dragon defense position. The darts in her hands pull the arc in various weird ways.

The angle shot towards Alfred Yinrené Dupont. He carefully observed the face of the woman in black. There was a heroic spirit of a boy in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. Her expression was cold, but she had a charm that ordinary women don't have.

Carefully appreciate the figure, rotating, twisting the waist, lifting the legs, turning the sleeves, and the rotation is flowing smoothly, with lightness and charm, flying across the red dome, just like doing a sacrificial dance on the altar. Even if you don't look at it,

That charming face is so beautiful that it takes your breath away.

Especially when the move of the woman in red was broken and Alfred Yinrene Dupont found an opportunity to counterattack, the woman in black leaped forward with a telepathic understanding, switching places with the woman in red seamlessly, using

The long knife forced Alfred Inreine Dupont into a defensive posture again.

John Chris Morgan could not describe the enjoyment of that second. It was as if the two people were dancing a perfect duet dance. Each of their movements was a painting, a poem, a kind of sublimation, which made people feel happy, even

I hope it’s me who I want to fight against.

"Why have I never seen such powerful twins?" John Chris Morgan sighed in his heart, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, "It seems that the one in black is... a man?"

"Lord Morgan! The enemy's support is on the way and is expected to arrive within five to ten minutes."

The adjutant's urgent voice rang in his ears. John Chris Morgan frowned as if he was unhappy because he was interrupted to watch the battle. However, he did not take his eyes away from the twins. At first, he stared intently.

He said casually, "It doesn't matter! Keep attacking! They are just some trash fish that are about to be eliminated."

"Yes! Sir."

After a while, Alfred Inreine Dupont was still fighting with the beautiful siblings, and John Chris Morgan licked his lips and said with a chuckle, "It's really getting better and better.

The more fun it gets, it seems I have to be more serious...""

He turned around and looked down at Fortress No. 4. All the Alliance Chosen Ones ignored the approaching Chosen Ones with the Sunflower Flag. While besieging Fortress No. 4, they were concentrating on waiting for the next god general to self-destruct to appear.

You can't be lucky enough to win and kill the opponent before he blows himself up.

Only John Chris Morgan knows that theoretically speaking, it is impossible to try your luck. The general's defense is astonishingly high, and it can be self-destructed or instantaneous. No matter what kind of attack it faces, it will have time to self-destruct.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to prevent the God General from self-destructing.

But it is not completely impossible. God generals are human beings after all, especially new generals, and they are only used as consumables for self-destruction.

"No one knows the weaknesses of divine generals better than me!"

John Chris Morgan stared at Fortress No. 4 with his eyes closed. According to the self-destruction frequency he recorded, in four minutes, the new god will appear on the deck. He hid in the crowd and quietly

Landing downward, he sneaked into the rolling sea where no one was paying attention.

There are dozens of enemy unmanned submarines cruising in the distance, probably because he ordered the chosen ones of the alliance to attack only from the sky, and because the chosen ones of Taiji Dragon are really stretched thin, there is not much defense underwater. Even so, it is necessary to

It is impossible to approach Fortress No. 4 quietly.

But John Chris Morgan had a killer move. He took out Chen Shaohua's Taichi Dragon badge from his pocket, pinned it on his chest, and then put on Chen Shaohua's Qinglong armor. According to Chen Shaohua, when the satellite network with the headquarters was interrupted,

Under the circumstances, the system of Fortress No. 4 cannot accurately identify his identity. With the Tai Chi Dragon badge and armor identification code, he can hide his identity.

The water was turbid, and he was like a lifeless mechanical fish, diving towards Fortress No. 4. While passing by the unmanned submarines swimming like sharks, he smiled and took a picture of the underwater camera of an unmanned submarine.

Chen Shaohua was right. Neither the automatic identification system of the unmanned submarine nor the automatic identification system of Fortress No. 4 could identify him.

"Artificial intelligence? Artificial retardation."

While mocking in a low voice, he listened carefully to the sound coming from the Tai Chi Dragon communication channel. The signal shielding of high-intensity pulses was decreasing, and some unstable links could be established at close range. For John Chris Morgan, the information was limited.

, but it was enough. He swam comfortably and briskly to the side of the bridge of Fortress No. 4, climbed on the ship, and through a few words of conversation, plus the approximate time when the next consumable that should self-destruct should appear in his mind, he began to hold his breath.

To wait.

"Brothers! I'll... arrive on the deck right away!"

Chinese with a changed tone came from the earphones. The voice was sonorous and powerful, and unyielding to the point of death. He could tell that this was the target person without having to understand the meaning.

"As long as the speed is extremely fast, the self-destruction of the divine general is not impossible to break."

He listened to the footsteps in the bridge corridor and counted down softly. When the footsteps became empty, he rushed out of the sea like a dragon emerging from the water.

The sky full of bullets and skills is the best cover. In the chaotic battle, everyone focuses on the deck.

No one paid attention to him.

When he looked over the side of the ship, everything went as he had calculated. A man wearing a Tai Chi Dragon uniform rushed out of the bridge in a matter of seconds.

The two of them looked at each other through the plexiglass of their helmets. John Chris Morgan lowered his head and looked at the badge on the other's shoulder. Level 4 Xuanping was enough for the task of self-destruction. It was him.

On the shoulder of John Chris Morgan, who was also looking at the other party, there were Level 2 Tai Ming and Tai Chi Dragons. There were few people with a higher level than Chen Shaohua.

"Sir..."

A smile appeared on the corner of John Chris Morgan's mouth. He immediately teleported and got close to the opponent's body easily. The "Blessing Dagger" in his hand stabbed the opponent's neck like lightning. The golden tail cover of the dagger was held in his arms.

Maria, the Creator, emitted a faint light, and the sharp blade broke through the gaps between the armors at an incredible speed, like a knife piercing tofu. The subtle friction sound was as sweet as music, making people feel another kind of indescribable.

The illusion of words, the feeling is extremely fulfilling and joyful.

He was ecstatic in his heart, and shouted as if he had been reborn: "The speed is not fast enough, as long as you get close enough, it is that simple to kill a rookie general..."

At this moment, a gap opened in the darkness with various halos of light flashing in front of John Chris Morgan's eyes. There seemed to be wind and a glimmer of light coming out of the gap. The wind and light fluttered on his helmet, Covered in a dull mist.

Red mist.

Like blood.

Then he heard a vibrating sound, like the buzzing of wings flapping the air, or like some thin metal vibrating in his ears.

He felt himself floating up, and the other person's flying head was reflected in the boy's eyes, rising together with him in his eyes, like a balloon with its string cut off.

He subconsciously lowered his eyes and saw his own body, as well as the other party's torso standing firmly on the deck.

There was also a long black sword as thin as a cicada's wings, and a flash of light, which was like a golden light falling slowly from the gap between dark clouds.

In the soft golden color, a clear to cold beautiful voice sounded, like some distant echo coming from the polar regions of the snow-capped mountains and ice fields.

"An artificial intelligence asked me to ask you, who is the mentally retarded person?"
Chapter completed!