In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

At the beginning, it was at least ten times stronger than before. Hitting multiple treasures on the body was almost like scratching an itch, and the crowd tactics were useless. Ordinary soldiers immediately turned into dogs. As for the heroic spirits?

God knows how many the other party will recruit.

There was a sudden silence in the atmosphere, but the persevering Artoria spoke first:

"In my opinion, we can only use an ambush, and use an overwhelming number of people in a suitable place to make a surprise attack, trying to get it injured in the first round of attacks."

"Hero King Shan is omniscient and omnipotent, how could the gods not have it? Even a little foreknowledge can make us unable to work." Iskandar felt that the Knight King was too idealistic.

"It can obscure the prediction, there must be some kind of treasure that can do it."

"What if it doesn't work? If we are ambushed in reverse, we will immediately collapse."

Both of them have experienced many battles, and after experiencing countless battles, they naturally have their own opinions, and Artoria suddenly became a little anxious.

"Then what is your opinion, His Excellency the Conqueror King?"

The king who had traveled thousands of miles took a sip of wine, squeezed his beard and said: "It is a false proposition to gather the heroes of the world. After everyone gathers, the enemy can choose to avoid the battle. Isn't the country empty and waiting for others to destroy it? And Mr. Rosen , can you stop it?"

The King of Conquerors threw the question to Rosen, so the latter would not pretend to be aggressive for the sake of face, and shook his head slightly.

"No, there is no problem in trying to escape at this level."

This is the crux of the problem. Originally, if you were so shameless as to fight guerrilla warfare, it would only be a matter of time before the world would be destroyed, because those who fought well could not catch up and could only be defeated one by one.

Everyone looked at each other and felt their heads swell. The lightsaber cut down a big city and evaporated instantly, and the surrounding friendly forces had no time to support it.

"So we can only take the initiative, unless the human beings and heroic spirits from all over the world are gathered together, but this is impossible." Rosen set the tone, and everyone else nodded.

More than a billion people are crowded together, and they will collapse without being beaten by others.

But the topic went back to the original point, how to challenge Yuanyuan and how to overcome it.

Now, whether it is the saint who saved France or the battle-tested king, they all caught shrimps. They just feel that their whole body is full of flaws, and they even think about how to deal with it after returning to the country.

In the beginning, he came through the sky, cut everything down with a sword, and then immediately went to the next place. How many people in this hall can survive in this cycle?

"At least ten heroic spirits are needed to hold it back, and I have no less than a hundred cities to defend." Iskandar got a headache, and the surrounding heroic spirits were equally indifferent. If I had known earlier, I would not have grabbed so many territories, and it is still a burden now.

Rosen will not shadow the avatar, the pragmatic attitude of this 'Original' is much stronger than that of the predecessor, and now we can only hope for its arrogance.It is impossible for him to show cowardice, he can't even show the tension, the shock is already big enough, the ghost knows if anyone will choose to join the enemy, so he smiled easily:

"Don't worry, Yuanyuan has no energy to deal with us for the time being, and those two of the same kind can delay for a long time."

His face darkened, and the concentrated mental strength broke through the void, and the 'war reporter' who was running away abruptly turned his head away.

The battlefield is at least more than a hundred kilometers away from it, and even the heroic spirits can only vaguely see the light beams flashing in the sky, gorgeous and full of death.There are countless ants on the ground, and then tens of thousands are annihilated in the lightsaber, but there are still monsters gathering on the ground and in the air, and it is estimated that all the monsters from the entire African continent have come.

Seshoin Kiara finally used his big move, regardless of race or state, those monsters charged upwards like marionettes, stronger than the saints in Uruk.

Rosen had expected this at the beginning and left them with hundreds of thousands of monsters. After some integration in Africa, there will be no less than a million!This is the purest energy, and instead of being devoured by the 'Original', it is constantly consuming it.

"It's useless to shoot a volley of [-] magic books under the law, it's impossible to hurt it!" Artoria clenched her fists, her lips were dry, and the number of miscellaneous soldiers enough to drive any heroic spirit back turned out to be just numbers.

"But it can consume him, and it provides us with a way of thinking." Rosen turned his head indifferently, and said word by word: "Use group skills and treasures to fill the army with buffs, and then force them to attack, I think the origin Ammunition can consume more."

"This will cause heavy casualties! Originally, a single attack could wipe out a division!"

"The flower of victory must be watered by blood. It is better to die on the battlefield than to tremble in despair and usher in perdition." Rosen didn't want to talk to the idealized king, and looked around the crowd, "Who agrees and who opposes?"

"I agree."

"I agree."

All the kings present agreed that if the heroic spirits were desperate, how could human beings hide behind and watch the battle? With a buff from the famous generals and God of War, everyone was guaranteed to die on the way to the charge.

"The army must use it, and must maintain high mobility and high firepower. Chaldea is manufacturing floating battleships at full speed. I will give the original a billions of turrets and a billions of glory." Rosen punched the table, determined. , and then changed the topic——

"'Wu' and Saseiin Kiara's life-saving skills are number one in the world, and Yuanyuan will never trouble us again before devouring them. No matter in Europe, the Middle East or the Far East, hurry up and stock up on supplies."

"The expedition to America within three months will force the 'Original' to do it. I don't believe that the last living force of mankind will not be moved!"

"What if it really holds back?" Iskandar thought more deeply.

Rosen stood up, overflowing the energy swallowed by 'energy'.

It is as deep as the sea, and there is a special breath in it.

"Then divide it into two, and I will soon find the residence of the gods, and then rush to the origin—"

"Pull it off the throne!"

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Four hundredth Chapter 16 Want to become stronger?Krypton gold and mana replenishment!

Heroic spirits from all over the world would dare to waste a minute, rushing back home, which was the fastest meeting ever.

But after watching a live broadcast, their knowledge of the gods has improved rapidly. If they knew that the peeper was not only Rosen, they would have killed the werewolves long ago.

It's a little too disgusting for you to broadcast the good single-player pretending to be a global broadcast, and the heroic spirit will be nervous and frightened when he sees it, but it is difficult to surrender.After all, a person who has died once has no worries about sacrifices, and coupled with being promoted to a high position, his knees will not soften no matter what.

Although God is strong, it does not mean that he will win. The banner of the human side - the king of Chaldea, Rosen, is still calm, giving people a feeling that he has countless backhands.

Now, His Majesty Rosen, who was at ease, was walking in the corridor of the Louvre. There were precious oil paintings on both sides, and the overhead chandelier released dazzling light. The man strolled forward, turning his head from time to time to whisper a few words to Queen Mary.

"Tsk, putting on airs." Mordred clasped her hands behind her head, she admitted that she was surprised just now, and seeing Rosen's calm performance was not pleasing to the eye.

"What did you say?" Hei Zhen jumped in from the window, she would never meet the saint.