Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

"Block me the first wave of enemy attacks."

"In case the Holy One facing me wants to kill me, you can still help me hold on for a while."

Fang Fan nodded, deeply convinced.

Bai Piao: "..."

good guy...

The relationship fades away?

That's it? That's it? Nothing!

Listen... This... Is this frankly speaking human language?

Isn't this just wanting me to act as a shield for you?

Bai Piao wriggled his lips, couldn't help panting at the moment, with a grievance on his face...

Oh shit……

Can you still play like this?

Everyone lifted the curtain of the military tent and entered directly.

In an instant, everyone in the military tent looked at Fang Fan and the others.

Although there was a smell of wine and meat in it, these soldiers all seemed very restrained. They ate meat with big mouthfuls, but they just sipped casually when they drank.

This is a very restrained military tent...

At this moment, when Fang Fan and others walked in, most of them were very sober, and then looked at Fang Fan and others.

If Fang Fan and the others hadn't been wearing the uniforms of protoss cultivators, they would have been directly targeted by now...

Now at least I can control it a little bit...

"Who are you?" (Protoss)

"What are you doing here?"

"Which team is it from?"

"Don't you know you can't wander around casually?"

The burly man in the middle was gnawing on the big bone in his hand, while frowning and glaring at Fang Fan...

For Fang Fan, the protoss language is bird language...

He couldn't understand anything anyway.

I can feel the chirping voice constantly echoing in my mind...

Fang Fan kept a smile on his face, kept his head down, nodded and bowed his head, and then a plate of barbecue from another camp appeared in his hand...

Pretending to step forward...

I can't speak now, and if I speak, I'm sure I'll be out of my way. At least I can hold on to the general direction if I hold on like this.

"Barbecue delivery?" (Protoss)

"Who sent you here?"

"Not bad, good, good!"

"Why don't you speak? Are you dumb?"

"Why do I think you are a little strange?"

"who are you?"

Protoss squadron leader Bach frowned, then put down the delicious beef bone in his hand, a pair of eyes pierced directly like a sharp sword, and the whole person was in a tense state of consciousness.

In a few words, it's not very real, but it feels very real.

Fang Fan still didn't say a word, his footsteps were still so gentle, just walking forward like this...

Immediately...will be in place...

Immediately, under the astonished gaze of the Protoss squadron leader Bach, Fang Fan suddenly began to mutter...

"Hite!"

"It's your turn to play!"

"kill!"

"Everyone! Set fire!"

Fang Fan snorted secretly, and issued the order directly...

Immediately after, the keel whale Hite suddenly emerged from the small world of the Chutian Pavilion, and then directly wrapped the mid-level saint of the protoss from the inside to the outside.

Followed by full-scale crushing and oppression...

"ah……"

"Ahhh..."

"Roar!"

The middle-ranked saint of the protoss, that is, the squadron leader of the protoss, Bach, began to yell wildly, and he wanted to break free.

But at this time, it is obviously doing useless work.

All his actions are now fully terminated.

Keel Whale Hite's combat power is much stronger than imagined...

However, Keel Whale Hite couldn't directly kill this mid-level Holy Master of the Protoss in a short period of time...

Fang Fan opened the passageway to the small world of Chutian Pavilion, and let the keel whale Haite forcefully enter it with the mid-level saint of the Protoss in his arms...

As long as he enters the small world of Chutian Pavilion, the mid-level saint of the protoss will naturally follow him!

The mid-level saints of the Protoss are less cool than this, and it is much easier for other Protoss cultivators in the military tent to kill...

As soon as the god-killing demon army ran rampant, the next wave fell directly.

Immediately, the Blood Shura Legion's Shura Blade cut another wave...

The magical magic of the Yellow Turban Sanctuary Warlock Legion brought them another wave of comprehensive suppression of will...

The battle is over quickly.

...

The top ten legions under Fang Fan's command now seem to be the supreme existence of the eight-star peak sanctuary realm!

The combat power is booming! Unwavering!

Fighting with a superior force will naturally defeat all dissatisfaction.

"My lord, another hundred and three gods have been killed..."

"Seized more than a hundred storage rings..."

"My lord, the quality of this batch of storage rings is obviously much higher than before!"

Luo Hu handed over the storage ring respectfully, and the flush on his face increased.

While talking, he nodded quickly, his eyes fluttering, and he was as excited as ever.

"Um!"

"It's about the same as I expected."

"The Protoss squadron that was destroyed before may also be a nearly squadron..."

"And this squadron should be considered relatively powerful among the Protoss..."

"One is the captain of the eight-star peak Sanctuary Realm Protoss, and the other is the captain of the middle-level saint..."

"There is no comparison between the two..."

"I don't know if there is a stronger Protoss squadron..."

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, and his motivation was stronger now.

It's getting more and more interesting.

"Boy Fang Fan..."

"Wouldn't the blood-earned big business you mentioned earlier be leading us to kill the Protoss army one by one?"

"What the hell am I..."

"That's it?"

"I thought you really had a good way. Are all the ways so barbaric?"

"What... what's going to happen next?"

"My mind explodes in minutes..."

"This is licking blood on the tip of the knife, who knows if it will be cold..."

"Boy Fang Fan, let's... let's not be so careless..."

"This... this thing is really dangerous..."

"Why……"

"Why don't you believe..."

Bai Piao exhaled, looking at the blood flowing on the ground, with a bitter expression on his face at this moment.

This actually has a lot of luck.

If you are lucky, you can slaughter a few more camps and kill a few more squadrons of the Protoss.

But what about bad luck? What if the bodies of the Protoss soldiers in these camps were found?

What will it be like then?

When I think of this, I immediately feel horrified.

My mind is broken...

How can this be done?

Can't stand it, it's really going to be cool.

The ghost knows if the luck will be so good next time!

"As long as we find the logistics officer of the Protoss, we can withdraw!"

"Don't you want to see the storage ring of the logistics officer of the Protoss?"

Fang Fan glanced at Bai Piao, shrugged and understood.

"this……"

"I want to see it, but compared with the danger, my thoughts can be completely eliminated."

"The deputy palace master asked us to come here to investigate the reality of the Protoss, and didn't ask you to come here to find some logistics officer!"

"You are disobeying military orders!"

"Let's go back..."

Bai Piao dissuaded from the side.