Stratholme God

   Chapter 1248 I see how long you can endure

  Telegosa continued to be the problem baby, but McDonald wouldn't say more.

   What do you call him?

  This story begins with a group of foodies who have passed through mastering a stunt called [Dark Foodie]. By eating dark food without being poisoned, or being able to be resurrected after being poisoned, these sand sculptures have acquired terrifying adaptations and some of the abilities of the victims.

  After tasting the flesh and blood of several ancient gods in the Cthulhu family, they said goodbye to President Wang, and then they harmed the world of "Deep Sea Trek".

  It's hard to go there, and this group of beasts ate the most dreaded ghost Leviathan.

   Then he obtained the ability of this ocean version of "Fox Fake Tiger Power".

   As long as you gather enough players who have eaten Ghost Leviathan, and get the approval of the owner of the world, you can display the power of [Ghost Leviathan] to a limited extent.

  The simple point is that just like the Balrog Hammer can play some of the power of Rag, as long as you gather 5,000 trident sand sculptures that have eaten Leviathan, you can play a fusion in a specific deep sea area.

   Originally, this move was only superficial at best.

  Since these **** ate the flesh and blood of C'Thun and Yogg-Saron without a single bite, the power of this move...

  Cough!

  Outrageous mother opened the door for outrageous, outrageous home!

The   naga's efforts to stabilize the battle were all in vain.

   Amidst the boundless thunder, the murloc's terrified scream seemed to overwhelm everything.

   After an exaggerated thunder, the entire underwater battlefield boiled.

Every Sea Clan of the N'Zoth faction saw their companions yelling gaily, only to see that their mouths kept opening and closing, but under extreme panic, they could not speak any complete sentences. or words.

   At the back, even Naga, who was the commander, was wrapped and scattered.

  The high-pitched screams of the sea tribe even engulfed the explosion of a large number of depth charges.

   This forced the hard-charging sonar trooper on a naval ship to take off his earphones, because even if he kept working, he wouldn't expect to hear anything useful from the exaggerated cacophony.

   "I order you in the name of the one true **** N'Zoth - don't back away!" shouted a faceless man whose head and hands were in the shape of an octopus.

   is useless.

   That 'Ghost Leviathan' released his ultimate move again.

   Another lightning strike brought a screeching explosion sound, and the exaggerated thunder and lightning raised a huge vortex with a diameter of tens of meters.

  The scorching lightning shock wave swept across the underwater battlefield like a bright ring, and then whether it was Murlocs, Naga, or Faceless, they were all stunned by lightning.

   No one of the sea clan knew how many of their comrades were killed by this incomparably powerful blow just now.

  Many sea clans were swept away by the violent seabed turbulence, at least tens of meters away, and barely regained their balance.

   After two consecutive wide-area lightning strikes, the terrifying Leviathan twisted its huge body and slayed aggressively.

   N'Zoth's sea clan army was completely shaken at this moment. It didn't look like it, but the whole army really collapsed at once.

  The murlocs took the lead, and the Naga followed, completely frightened, they abandoned the responsibilities given to them by N'Zoth, and fled in the direction they came and went.

When    panicked, there was even a male Naga wielding a halberd and slaughtering the murlocs blocking the way, which further caused confusion.

   Only the faceless will fight to the death.

   As the direct descendants of N'Zoth, their will to fight is absolute!

   N'Zoth's mental manipulations allow commands to override their self-awareness.

   But so what?

   Just as the Faceless were holding the line, the huge ghost Leviathan was finally dismantled and turned into thousands of small sea clans to kill the Faceless.

   Not many people noticed that the original dragon dancer, Abu, was the sand sculpture players who pretended to be the position of Leviathan's abdomen, all sighed and floated in the water motionless.

   The tentacle monster jellyfish [Jun Muqi] wailed: "Oh, I don't have a drop left."

   That's right, why are sand sculpture players rushing to form heads?

   Because the player on the head can command the player on the body!

   Lightning strikes look mighty, but in fact, this will extract the power of the electric eel people and electric jellyfish people among these marine players.

   Pit teammates or be pitted by teammates, all sand sculpture players will choose.

   As for the power of lightning strikes...

  Come on, electrocuting the murlocs is no problem, Naga's words depend on character, the faceless is really not electrocuted.

  It doesn't matter, as long as you look at the domineering, coupled with the terrifying coercion of the ghost Leviathan, what was originally a battle of attrition that was evenly matched was turned into a pursuit battle by these sand sculpture players.

  In the bottom of the sea, sea clan with eyes full of trident emblems are chasing Murlocs, Naga and Faceless.

   It seems that there are also individual Faceless who have discovered the truth of the matter.

   He suddenly exclaimed with extreme dissatisfaction: "You bunch of liars—"

   "The guy who tells the truth will only seek his own death."

  The Faceless raised his head, his face pale and looked at several vortexes mixed with ice edges that suddenly appeared above his head, and then several ice arrows extended from these vortexes.

   Using the [Drunk Bird] of the Atlantean clone, and wearing a mage profession, this guy smirked: "Go to hell!"

   He pointed with his hand, and the ice edges merged together.

   An ice sword fell in the direction he pointed, and inserted above the Faceless One's head.

   The bitter faceless had no resistance, and burped on the spot when the frost element exploded in his head.

  The trident soldiers are extremely fierce, and this terrifying level of combat power has once again refreshed the three views of mortal soldiers.

   Even Rivendell smiled bitterly: "I thought that His Majesty's direct line was too strong to be human. Unexpectedly, they all have the potential to impact the heroic realm!"

   Seriously, Rivendell prepared for the worst.

  The pioneering of the Northland has been less than a year. Even if the foundation laid in the early stage is good, a large number of military and civilian materials still need to rely on local supplies.

  What does a freewheel loss mean?

   That could be 440 tanks or military vehicles, that could be 200 million rounds of ammunition, that could be the fuel for a 10,000-strong pioneering regiment for a year.

   If this batch of ships is lost, the next batch will not know what to organize. After all, once Enzos succeeds, he will definitely eat the marrow and know the taste, and he will continue to do things next time.

   Rivendell nearly donned the mask of pain.

   Who knew that the emperor's personal soldiers were so fierce?

   Can you play this battle damage ratio without equipment?

   This time, N'Zoth will have to weigh himself up again if he dares to come, whether he will knock out his old teeth if he attacks casually.

   Here, McDonald's eyes are still directed towards the Longmian Temple.

   "It's almost enough to pull. Brother Wing, I see how long you can endure."

   (end of this chapter)