I'm a green-skinned tech master

Rosek not only sacrifices and prays with its internal organs, but also its life, its essence. Judging by its facial expressions, this process is very painful, but judging by the water stains on the ground, the process is also very sour.

The feelings of pain and pleasure reached their peak, like bloody bait seducing the deep malice below the surface of the sea, and a shadow seemed to descend in the entire secret room, weighing heavily on the real universe.

A purple eyeball appeared above the magic array, and there was endless malice and endless desire in his eyes.

Slowak's body couldn't help but tremble when this eye gently looked at it, and it could no longer make any movement, lying on the ground like a fish that had been shocked, shaking. I don't know if it's because of pain or other experiences.

"Death? That is mercy to you! "It's not the sound that comes out, but the concept of understanding that fills the room.

Rosek's body began to melt, and more strange things grew in the melted liquid, including tentacles, eyeballs, and teeth.

'Cornwall', who was standing on the side, calmly walked up, bowed slightly to the eye, and said hello politely.

"It's a waste, but it's useful." 'Cornwall' said.

The purple eyeballs turned their gaze and looked at the 'Cornwall' who was like an ant in front of Rosek.

"It's you! This cunning fellow! .... It won't be your conspiracy again this time!

Cornwall didn't answer directly, he laughed: "We have a basis for cooperation, don't we?" Besides, isn't my intelligence very correct? Isn't this soul, this food delicious enough? "

The purple eyeballs didn't express an attitude immediately, he just stared at 'Cornwall'.

"Looks like you're injured?" 'Cornwall' said very badly, "But don't worry, the goal this time will not be so difficult, we are gods, don't be like these ants."

"I don't trust you." The purple eyeballs express their attitude.

"I don't need your trust, we're just cooperating, aren't we? I get the knowledge I crave, you get the food you like, and that's pretty fair. "'Cornwall' seems to feel that what is in front of him will definitely accept its own conditions.

"How can you guarantee that the same thing won't happen this time?"

"I can't guarantee that everything is risky, just like the dry corpse sitting on the golden throne has always moved faster than his brain."

"Is this food worth it, taking such a big risk..."

"That's what you need to think about, I'll only provide help and the necessary intelligence."

One eye and a 'human' looked at each other for a long time.

Melting in pain and wailing, Lossek is slowly recovering, new muscles are growing on its body, and a new physical body is being shaped.

"I'll put in some effort, but if I know what tricks you're playing again, I'll definitely make you pay."

The purple eyeballs looked at the revived Losec, "You have one last chance, build the magic formation, and let my legion enter here." Sacrifice to me delicious offerings and souls.

After conveying the order, the purple eyeballs slowly disappeared as if they had been erased by an eraser. The real world will not allow such a grid to exist for a long time.

Rosek knelt on the ground, waiting for a long time before he dared to stand up, just experiencing the feeling that every part of his body was melted was a great fear, but this fear was only the tip of the iceberg of eternal torture.

It had to seize this last opportunity, and it bowed its head to 'Cornwall' and said, "What should I do, what should I do?

"Do what you do best, corrupt mortals, perform what they call blasphemous rituals, and open the doors of subspace." Introduce your master's legion to the planet. 'Cornwall' replied lightly, he did not expect much from the waste of Roseck, its value had been exhausted.

"No, I mean how to do it." Lossek humbled a lot.

"Then it depends on your own wisdom, my apostle will help you, he has enough status for you to carry out your actions smoothly on this planet." But how to achieve it is up to you, rest assured that you have not lost your last chance. '

Cornwall' gloated, the weird smile disappeared after a moment, and his expression became distorted and frightened.

Rosek felt the disappearance of that great power, the pressure in his heart was reduced, and his mood became heavy. Without that power, can it accomplish the task of its master?

"Mortal, tell me everything you know, everything about you, everything on this planet." In the face of the real Cornvolosek, his tone also changed back to high spirits.

Cornwall, who understood that he had no way out, had to endure the fear of facing the demon, nodded and said: "Okay..."

Everything that happened at Fort Glory, Kester at the front simply did not know and could not have known. He is being tormented by the fighting conditions on the front lines.

The wave of greenskins is still coming. It came faster, more violently, and more terrifyingly than Kester had imagined.

Almost every point of the defense line was fighting, and the consumption of ammunition, the loss of troops, the medical treatment of the wounded, and the change of troops were all issues that Kester had to consider.

If it weren't for the fact that the Mechanical God Sect brought a warlord-level Titan, he also had 3 Emperor Poison Blade Heavy Tanks in his hands, supporting back and forth on the entire front, and the defense line might have collapsed long ago.



Titan can be understood as a large combat robot, a powerful decisive weapon

, it would be better if Cornwall was not given an Emperor Poison Blade Heavy Tank, but a Poison Blade in exchange for the full support of the Planetary Guardian Army is not a loss.



There are many types of Emperor Poison Blade Heavy Tanks, and the number is scarce, and it is also a decisive weapon

, and Kester, tired, returned to his front-line headquarters, he tiredly threw the large-brimmed hat on his desk, and sat on the chair to rest for a while.

Just now, he personally led the team and repelled an orc attack. This time the orcs attacked very fiercely, with all kinds of tanks, trucks and other vehicles, and they used the kind of rudimentary artillery to cover the fire before launching an attack.

Almost immediately, the orcs broke through successfully. It was Kester who personally rode the Emperor's Poison Blade and led two armored divisions to close the gap and drive the orcs back.

An adjutant walked in, his armor was scarred, his sword was notched at his waist, it was clear that he was also engaged in a fierce battle.

"Your Excellency Political Commissar, today's casualty statistics are out. On the A3-1 line, 572 were killed and 1,721 wounded, 1,247 of them seriously. On the A3-6 defense line, 785 people were killed and 2541 wounded, including 2015 seriously wounded ..."