Doomsday Pavilion

Mingguang has a master forging blast furnace, with a natural ingenuity, formerly known as Gao Jimo, after the awakening of talent, it refers to the blast furnace as the blast furnace.

The weapons he built, the evolutionary has a miraculous effect, like a tiger with wings, the combat effectiveness of Ascension is more than 50%.

The birdwing ballista, a strategic weapon built by him, is three feet high, five feet long and seven feet wide.

The entire ballista is entirely made of special alloys, with a matte finish on the surface, showing the shape of a bird with open wings.

What the Birdwing Ballista fired was not an ordinary arrow, but a huge semicircular moon blade with a diameter of nearly five feet. The fan surface was painted with complex blood-colored patterns, and the coldness radiated, and it looked more than beautiful.

The huge ballista is out of place in many modern equipment, but no one dares to underestimate its power. The things made by the blast furnace are worthy of this trust and respect.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when the Birdwing Ballista was sent in. The Houtian was already bright, and the fifteen Gaojia workers responsible for the installation were sweating profusely.

"The ballista needs 21 third-order evolutionaries to turn the winch, and at least five evolutionaries to install the moonblade. Three evolutionaries above the third-order level are responsible for firing. At the time of firing, the ballista was not allowed to stay in a radius of fifty feet. Below Tier 4, no one was spared."

Zhao Zheng's adjutant frowned, "Where is the firing remote control?"

The Gao family looked at the adjutant like an idiot, "Whose crossbow has you ever seen controlled by a remote control?"

"Humph."

"In other words, the person responsible for manipulating the ballista is dead?" Zhao Zheng took a deep breath.

The Gao family explained how to use the ballista and left.

Zhao Zheng's lieutenant said, "Major General, this fucking ballista, it takes three third-order evolutionary lives to fill it with a single shot?"

Zhao Zheng is silent, the low-profile simplified version of the Birdwing Ballista. He was fortunate enough to participate in the modulation experiment. The irresistible destructive power has lingering fears. As for the current full version, Zhao Zheng can't find any reason to doubt. Its power.

"boom!"

In the depths of the block, two houses collapsed suddenly, and a huge blood-colored figure led hundreds of strange creatures to break through the ruins and rushed in Zhao Zheng's direction.

"Enemy attack! The living corpses counterattack, ready to fight!"

Zhao Zheng calmly said, "Go to Master Sang Xiangyi."

The adjutant looked bitter, "Master Sang said...The injury last night was not healed and needs a rest."

"Where is Ye Hu?"

"Master Ye said that he would heal his injuries in Closed Door Training for two days," the adjutant added hurriedly when Zhao Zheng's face was pale. Out of war."

"Where did Fengxing go?"

"This... Master Feng is drinking... Under the official... I really dare not go!"

Zhao Zheng's knuckles were squeezed white, "Okay, okay, come here, the birdwing ballista is on standby at any time, and daddy will find this popular!"

"No, I'm here."

Zhao Zheng turned his face, showing a mocking expression, "Master Feng's injury, okay?"

Feng Xing has a long, thin face and no white beard. He has a pair of squinted triangular eyes that give people a gloomy feeling. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, please don't worry Zhao Jiahuzi."

Zhao Zheng turned to the adjutant and said, "Go, get my gun."

The adjutant was startled, "Major General, what are you?"

Zhao Zheng chuckled, "Long heard that Master Feng has a pair of gilt maestros that make him superb. Today, Zhao Zheng, I will fight alongside Master Feng and meet the blood corpses!"

"no!"

"no!!"

The adjutant and Feng Xing blurted out at the same time, and Feng Xing glared at the adjutant fiercely. The adjutant shrank his neck, not daring to speak, and ran to get Zhao Zheng's weapon.

Feng Xing chuckled as he was about to speak when the gunshots suddenly burst.

The blood corpse led hundreds of living corpses, already close to the cordon, and the garrison opened fire.

Feng Xing frowned, ignoring the others, and his body was full of dazzling silver light. Two tower-shaped maesques condensed and formed in the silver light, and rushed into the battlefield with a low roar.

He knew the bottom line of the base city very clearly-that is, to control the blood corpse within the limits of these two streets, once the line was crossed, he would not be able to explain it in his identity.

He knows this better than anyone else.

Zhao Zheng's gun is a special big gun with a length of three meters and five meters. It is made of all metal and has an extremely thick barrel. The odd triangular spear head alone is nearly a meter long and extremely hideous. Such a big all-metal gun, people without special training may not even be able to hold the gun with the thickness of the arm. It is impossible to imagine that Zhao Zheng, a young man with a face like a crown, would actually use such a fierce weapon.

"Young, Major General, Master Feng has already gone, so you don't need to go...that's a Tier 5 blood corpse..."

Zhao Zheng lifted his spear upside down, and stepped on the tires of the armored car with his toes, and jumped up in the air, firing the big spear with one arm.

"bump!"

With the power of a single blow, the disgust of broken teeth rushing towards him was instantly smashed into two parts, and blood was splashed in all directions.

Feng Xing and the blood corpse rolled in a ball, fisting and fisting, and the blood corpse shook the double mace with the flesh, and unexpectedly, there was a terrifying sound of gold and iron.

Zhao Zheng frowned. The popular style of play is to ask for nothing, not for merit, and retreat immediately after a miss. Faced with such an attack, the blood corpse was not harmed at all. On the contrary, he was already aroused to the sky. .

"howl!"

Feng Xing's double mace is attached to the blazing silver light, and it fought against the thick and thin arms of the blood corpse bucket.

A cloud of blood exploded from the arms of the blood corpse, wriggling up along the double mace like life.

Feng Xing's complexion flushed, and there was already three minutes of fear on his face, and the two maces fought against each other, and the silver light was flourishing. Those insect-like blood mists emitted pungent blue smoke and dissipated in the air.

With a little tiptoe, he stepped over the blood corpse, smashed two broken teeth in hatred, and jumped to the roof.

The blood corpse looked up to the sky and howled in anger, the huge scars on his face bursting open every inch, revealing oozing muscles, and rushed into the house.

"boom!"

The wall collapsed, the gravel shot everywhere, and two short screams came from the house, which was instantly annihilated in the dust.

Zhao Zheng roared, "Fengxing, what the hell are you doing?"

The anger on Feng Xing's face flashed, "Zhao Family Tiger, call Ye Hu! Daddy can't stop it alone!"

While talking, the blood corpses smashed four houses one after another, and the civilians hiding in the houses fled around, causing numerous deaths and injuries.

Zhao Zheng's eyes are cracked.

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