Despite the ups and downs, many storm boys successfully landed in places they might like, such as the turret. They swung their axes and slashed at the red-robed boys who were defending there, shot their pistols through their bodies, and then used stick bombs to stuff them into the gaps in the turrets.
In just a moment, the plasma turret that slaughtered the green-skinned boys vanished in a devastating explosion, and even swallowed up the red-robed boys and the Storm Boys around. This scene not only did not scare the Storm Boys, but instead made them even more excited and fanatical. It seemed that it would be enough to create such a brilliant explosion in this life.
Immediately afterwards, countless corpses rolled down from the towering city walls, including boys with red robes and storm boys. Most of them died before they landed. After falling to the ground, they smashed into unnatural shapes or piled up with each other.
A loud bang came, and a crazy dirty car crashed into the hut standing on both sides of the flag guard, pressing against a group of boys who were climbing the city wall along the steep stairs.
The leader looked at the scene of a busy massacre in front of him, but felt a little "unsatisfied".
It is certainly a good thing to beat the metal heads of the boys in the red robe to pieces, but when this gate that was "given high expectations" was easily broken through, there was nothing left to the fun it should have.
The metal shattered, the flesh and blood flew, and the green light shone - this is the unforgettable collision and percussion music.
It is fun enough to pick up an axe to chop the enemy, but it is not as good as splitting the entire fortress. Isn't that the case?
Now it's over, but the green-skinned leader was troubled by a strange sense of excitement. He lowered his head absent-mindedly, met the boy from the red robe closest to it, and knocked the other party to the scattered.
Of course, there were castles and cities everywhere in the world. They liked to curl up behind the city walls, thinking that this would allow them to escape.
Soon they followed the boss of Glagos, smashing the cities and fortresses one by one, as easy as breaking the umbrella cover of mushrooms. Then the boss asked them to catch a lot of shrimps and lock them in hot factories with huge chimneys and pistons, and took care of the technicians and made many weapons.
Weapons are good things, but the bad ones are the boss who asked them to stay in this factory to protect the technicians, and then he left to make a bigger wagggh! It is said that the goal is a big ball made of iron, which is not very good.
They were thrown here, and the shrimps had not been processed yet, but not much left, mainly because the technicians didn't like them. The big guys they made were transported away by boat, so they asked them to find something to fight by themselves.
He likes to smash the fortresses, but he doesn't like to play hide-and-seek. Without a specific direction, they can't find where the remaining Xiami Fortress is.
Even if you discover it, it is likely to be the last one in this world.
He would be bored without fighting. Even if he kicked the socks hard every day, or went to the technician factory to make trouble, and beat the shrimp slaves inside, he would not be happy.
Maybe he should leave...
The boss nodded and split the metal head of the falling boy in the red robe with an axe, making the idea go around in his mind, and he liked the idea more.
If he could convince a technician to get him a flying boat, he would be able to take his men out of this boring world.
At this moment, a squid assassin with both hands formed into sharp blades rushed from behind to the boss who was "contemplating", but a spherical creature with a flat head hit its legs. After a crisp sound, the rust seeker's knee was already tilted to one side.
Ladakra turned his head suddenly and saw his pet entangled with a slut assassin. The hard-headed shell Shiguge raised his hard head and attacked again and again. The slut assassin slashed with the sharp blades on his hand, leaving scars on his pet. He rushed over and knocked the rust seeker who was injured on his knee to the ground with an old punch, and then stomped on his head.
After packing up this despicable thing, its eyes swept across the battlefield where there was no fun and narrowed its eyes in dissatisfaction.
"Why did those pussy guys from the motorcycle team come?"
The brittle sound of stones crushed and angry roars came from the square in front of him. A group of ghost fire boys passed through the open space on the battlefield in a vast way. The red-robed boys stationed there were knocking around. The bloodthirsty riders yelled, waved the machetes in their hands, and crushed them with huge wheels, crushing the fallen red-robed boys one by one into pieces.
"Where are you going?"
The leader shouted at them:
"Call you boss! I have something to talk to him!"
In order to complete the envisioned escape plan, Ladakhla planned to bring in a group of accomplices. The ghost fire boys had a good relationship with the technicians. Perhaps they could find one or two willing to do it.
"We have something to do!"
"You idiots! Come back for me!"
As expected, the ghost fire boys who drove didn't listen at all. They focused on crushing their opponents with wheels until their broken bodies merged with the ground.
The escorts of the escorts tried their best to block the thunderous charge, but their bodies were not enough to fight against the alien's brute force. They were either knocked over or pushed away and fell to the wall.
The leader had no choice but to curse while panting, and stopped from time to time to step on the head of the injured boy in the red robe with his boots.
It ran along the corridor full of broken metal and ruins, and the hard-headed shell Sguge followed it and jumped all the way to the door of a wide arched room full of tapestries. The walls and marble floors shone with bright metallic luster. The light came from a large ball in the middle of the conference hall, hovering on the platform, with sparkling silver pillars on both sides.
The boss of Ghost Fire was indeed here. He stopped the car and put a bunch of shiny things into the back seat of the car. He was obviously preparing to change some parts for the technician and continue to transform his car.
"So fucking! Have you finally had enough fun?"
While gasping, Ladakra shouted impatiently:
"Let you park your car be the same as killing you that bad life!"
"Hehe, look at this crystal bump. What the technicians call it. They are willing to offer high prices, as if they want to tinker with some equipment."
The ghost fire grinned and swept a bunch of crystal parts used in laser equipment into his pocket, looking very happy.
"I'll get it all, and the rest will be you."
"etc!"
The ghost fire looked at the boss in confusion, frowned, and held his big gun with his hand.
"What are you doing! You want to be black and eat black?"
"What kind of black food is black? Don't you think it's too boring now? Think about it, what else can we do to other Xiami Fortresses? There is nothing to do here, but if you leave this mud ball and leave those savages with only gears in your eyes, we have more worlds, fortresses, and some are even much bigger than this. Let's kick their door open and push their walls down. By then, even the boss Gorax would beg us to fight for it."