Chapter 741 Playing Boss basically depends on the heap

"Boom!"

The huge cross sword light with a diameter of 100 meters crossed the night sky like a comet, instantly smoothing the potholed ground and leaving a flat sword mark on the ground.

"Damn... one is more pervert than the other! What the hell is this!" The myth grinned, and the previous drowsiness had long disappeared.

The members were secretly glad that they did not rush up to fight with the 'punishment angel'. Judging from the light and shadow special effects, the sword in this guy's hand can easily wipe the ground like a 'whiteboard'. The soldiers just go up to deliver vegetables, and the ants shake the big tree.

"How to fight this thing?" Zhang Mu touched the back of his head and looked quite distressed. Compared with the 'punishment angel' in front of him, the dangerous feeling brought to him by the "griffin king of the demon world" is almost negligible. The two are not at the same level at all.

"No need to fight." Di Valen sent a message at this time. He smiled and said, "Just send a high-speed boss to take him around the outside of the city. Hold it for an hour, and you will win the battle. Congratulations, China Wing."

"Oh? Is it so simple? Zhang Mu was slightly stunned, and Di Valen's strategy against the enemy was a little unexpected.

Di Valen smiled and said, "The first five waves of the Avengers test the members' defensive ability, and this sixth wave of tens of millions of bosses tests the members' attack ability. It's not easy to kill 20 million units of super bosses in an hour."

"So, you were using 'procrastination tactics' at that time?"

"Yes." De Valen nodded.

"Well..." Zhang Mu pinched his chin and began to think quickly.

"So, the 'punishment angel' in front of you will not pose a threat to the success or failure of the battle! In other words, Chinatown is now 'invincible'. In this case, why don't you try to overthrow the 'punishment angel'? If they succeed, they will be happy. If they fail, it's just that the members lose some of their achievements. For the members of Chinatown who have been fighting for years, spending a little 'bat contribution value' to restore the dead arms is just a small matter.'

"A Sing, A Mu, Da Ben, Emperor, Tao Tian, Bandit..." Zhang Mu called out the names of more than ten legion commanders in Chinatown in a row.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"What's the matter, boss?"

The commanders of the army responded at the same time.

"There are a total of 'Top Ten Legions' in Chinatown. I want you to lead your regiment members to attack the 'punishment angels'. Time is running out. There is only one way to defeat the punishment angels, which is to pile up corpses! It's not too late. Gunfire and judgment, you nine regiments and ten regiments go first! Others are on standby! Wait until the whole army of the 9th and 10th Regiments is destroyed, and then go up.

'Gunfire', one of the commanders of the army after the Chinatown, rarely practice with Zhang Mu, but the emperor, the mythical injury, and the master have a high evaluation of him. After a period of assessment, Zhang Mu was promoted him to the commander of the nine regiments. This man is a master and belongs to the backbone of the Chinatown.

As for the trial, the original name is 'Mythical Trial', which is a team of mythical injuries. His personal strength is not strong, but he has unique leadership and command ability. The combat effectiveness of the Tenth Regiment is definitely not the strongest in Chinatown, but it is the most united.

"Good! We understand!" The gunfire and the trial nodded at the same time and shouted, "Everyone left Boss in the town!" Soldiers, come with me! If you pile up corpses, you will also pile up this 'punishment angel'!"

"Good!" Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison.

While a large number of Boss retreated, all ethnic groups began to attack the punishment angels.

"This Chinese wing..." Di Valen shook his head and said in a urn, "It's too luxurious... In order to kill the punishment angel of 20 million units, he actually came up with such a bad idea to let his hands die... I really don't know whether to praise him as a genius or a fool!"

"Do you have a better way? Valen?" A strange voice came from behind De Valen.

"Nekov!" Di Valen smiled and said, "You're back."

Nekov is 1.9 meters tall, blonde, blue-eyed, strong, and dressed in a standard Western style, about 28 or 9 years old.

"Well, I'm back." Nekov smiled faintly and sat next to Di Valen and said, "If you want to kill 20 million units of Boss in 50 minutes, there is no other way but to rely on corpses. China Wing is right to do so."

"Ha ha, only Chinatown can withstand such consumption. After a battle, how many 'Golden Armor Generals' have to be demoted to 'Silver Armor'... How many 'Silver Armor' will be demoted to 'Bronze Armor'?" Di Valen shook his head. In his opinion, Zhang Mu didn't care about his members.

"It's different." Nekov said, "Chinatown is a guild that grew up in the flames of war. There are countless golden armor generals under its command, and there are many silver armor generals. Such a little loss is nothing at all. Our 'Dark Holy See' is different. It is a guild that relies on a huge economy. When it comes to actual combat experience, our members are probably not as good as Chinatown.

Di Valen was silent, turned his head, stared at the screen, and said for a long time, "What interests me most is what this punishment angel will fall..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The soldiers surrounded the punishment angels, and arrows, beams of light and magic hit him desperately. Every time the punishment angel launched an attack, hundreds of teams of arms would be killed in seconds.

The attack power of the punishment angel is heinous!

In front of his huge ruling sword, both farmers and Bimon are ant-like beings.

With a wave of the sword, a pile of bones!

The bones of the soldiers have long been piled up into mountains and turned into powder.

"The Ninth Regiment and the Tenth Regiment are going to be destroyed, bandits and the sky! Get ready!" Zhang Muyang raised his hand.

"Received! Brothers, come with me!" He roared fiercely, and then the soldiers under the two of them rushed over one after another.

"In less than 5 minutes, this guy killed nearly a million troops of the 9th and 10th regiments... It's terrible." Zhang Mu said silently, and at the same time, he had a new understanding of the tens of millions of bosses in Invincible Heroes.

"If there is no accident, you should be able to kill him within the specified time! He still has 17 million units left..." Wei Yangdao.

"Well, the others are ready! Don't care about casualties! He will be piled up to death!"

"Yes!"

"Received!"

"Hey hey, brother, I really didn't expect that you would make such a command without technical content and use corpse stacking tactics." The fat man licked his big lips and kept laughing. He had been playing games with Zhang Mu for a year and a half. It was definitely the first time he had piled up corpses and hit Boss.

Zhang Mu rolled his eyes and hummed, "If the countdown was 5 hours instead of 50 minutes, I would never do this!" I'm going to pile up corpses to beat Boss. Hey, I feel ashamed to say it!"

(to be continued)