Our Father Roald ordered the tanks in the city to go outside the city.

However, no response was received.

He frowned, his face was pale, and he held up the communicator and shouted:

“t1，t1？”

“……”

There was no response.

"T2, I heard a reply to Lao Tzu!"

“……”

Still no response.

"tt4t5, are you dead?"

“……”

The only thing that answered him was the faint noise of the radio waves in the communicator.

Father Roald was no longer silent.

The facts are in front of you: the people in these five tanks are already dead.

How the is this possible?

That monster just roared in front of these tanks, and the people inside died?

What the is going on?

But now he couldn't think much about it, and he looked back to see that the monster was wreaking havoc through the crowd, heading for the remaining five tanks.

"Not good. Five tanks outside the city ...... carefully"

However, it was already too late.

Wen Zilong ran to the side of these tanks, and the ultrasonic attack was sent out again:

"It's so beautiful to kneel down and sing Gini to Lao Tzu—"

The next moment, the tanks that were turning their guns and planning to aim at Wen Zilong suddenly stopped.

When the saints on the city wall saw this, they all turned pale.

Needless to say, all the people in the tank died.

At this moment, a trace of despair passed through the hearts of all people.

Rockets don't work;

The cannon didn't work;

The people in the tank also died.

How can this be fought?

Originally, they had a total of 70,000 people and more than 60,000 guns.

Plus ten tanks, twenty cannons, 2000 flamethrowers, 0 bazookas......

For the fruit bats in the upper district, they are full of confidence.

However, at this moment, those fruit bats have not yet appeared, and the strange bird has not yet moved.

Just one crocodile has made all their heavy weapons almost ineffective.

How can this not make them despair?

At the same time, Wen Zilong was in high spirits, and in his mind, he issued orders to the fruit bats.

"Boys, it's time to attack."

The next moment, I saw a large cloud in the sky, which was attacking this side at an extremely fast speed.

Cover the sky!

Absolutely obscured.

This time, there were 70,000 saints in the entire city of Kiro.

Wen Zilong sent all the 120,000 bats to come.

Although it does not reach the 100-to-1 horror ratio.

But the ratio of nearly 20 to 1 is enough to crush them.

And this time, Wen Zilong destroyed all of the opponent's flamethrowers.

The opponent's tanks and the like can't be used either.

There are also juniors who can also join the warband.

So no matter which way you look at it, it's a crushing advantage.

But even so, Wen Zilong still felt that it was not enough.

You have to be 100 percent crushing your opponents.

Thinking of this, he ran forward another hundred meters.

In the face of the 70,000 men, the wings shook violently—more violently than ever;

In the throat, the high vibration frequency of the vocal cords has also produced a violent tearing sensation.

Wen Zilong really doubted that if this continued, his vocal cords would burst.

"Whoever offends my territory will be punished even if he is far away—"

Ripples spread out of his mouth.

In the ripples, the air carried a huge pressure and spread towards the more than 70,000 people.

Bang Bang -

Those who were close exploded directly one by one.

A little farther away, there were also continuous popping sounds in the body.

Seven orifice bled and fell to the ground and died.

The farther ones, although they did not die, also reached the ground one after another.

Constant vomiting, weakness in the limbs, dizziness.

Many people fainted directly.

Farther away, although he didn't fall to the ground, he also felt extremely uncomfortable, and he didn't have much strength on his body.

With just this blow, in front of Wen Zilong, in a fan-shaped area with a radius of 90 degrees and a radius of 00 meters, the saints who had reached 1,000 people almost died.

The saints, with a radius of 00 to 400 meters and a number of more than 5,000, also fell to the ground and lost their combat effectiveness.

Only the saints 500 meters away did not seem to be affected.

This scene, everyone present was extremely shocked.

What is this attack?

With a single cry, so many people died;

All combined, almost a tenth of them lost their combat effectiveness.

It's horrible!

"Escape...... Escape! ”

"The devil, it's the devil!"

"Run!"

"Demon legions, demon legions are all devils!"

The Holy Light Legion, although it has a large number of people, has basically not undergone much training.

I haven't even been on the battlefield.

At this time, under the shock of Wen Zilong's hand, the remaining more than 60,000 people immediately fled towards the city.

"Don't run! Don't run the fuck! ”

Holy Father Roald held a gun in his hand and kept roaring: "Whoever escapes Lao Tzu will kill whom!" ”

However, there were no words that anyone heard.

Even though he killed five people in a row, the others still poured into the city like a tidal wave.

No matter how brutal he is, he can only kill one person at a time.

And that crocodile, with a breath of flame, can burn two thousand people to ashes;

With a shout, more than 1,000 people can be killed.

This method is much more terrible than that of Father Roald.

And in the sky, the almost endless fruit bats are coming towards this side, and when will they not escape?

However, no matter how fast they escaped, could they be as fast as those fruit bats?

Soon, they were covered in fruit bats.

It's like a dark cloud covering the mountain.

Wen Zilong said to Xiao San: "Xiao San, destroy that Holy Father." ”

Xiao San's IQ is much higher than that of ordinary beasts, so he can naturally understand which one is the Holy Father.

Under the command of Wen Zilong, he flew to the Holy Father of Roald.

Father Narold's face changed dramatically when he saw the great bird flying towards him.

"No...... Not ......"

However, he only screamed miserably, and his artery was cut by Xiao San's claws.

Fall from the city walls.

In the distance, Wen Zilong watched this scene and lay on the ground a little listlessly.

Now, as he levels up, he can use three ultrasonic attacks.

It's just that the last time he used it, he turned on the power.

This is still a huge drain on his body.

Especially the vocal cords, the pain of tearing is constantly heard.

He didn't even dare to speak.

Just one sentence makes it more painful.

There is no way, power ultrasonic attack, there is always a price.

However, he was still a little dissatisfied with the killing range of this ultrasound.

If the killing range can be larger, and with a roar, these people will all be destroyed, then wouldn't he be invincible?

Wen Yuqi came to Wen Zilong's side, looked at his listless appearance, and stroked his head with his hand.

Asked with concern, "Mosquito, are you alright?" ”

Wen Zilong enjoyed it a little and said, "It's okay, it's just a little tired." ”

Wen Yuqi said: "Then you can rest and rest, and leave the rest to Xiao San and those bats." ”

"Hmm."

Wen Zilong nodded and lay on the ground weakly.

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