Chapter 1855: What do you plan? (1/2)
”Ah!”
”what!”
”Hey!”
Millions of soldiers are training in the military camp outside Iron Bone City.
As each standard action is played, there will be a voice that shatters the sky.
These soldiers come from different ethnic groups, including human beings, soul tribes, demonic tribes, and Lei Ling tribes. All of them are selected carefully.
”...”
Gu Tianxing sat at the point platform, his heart was more shocked.
There are two places where he is shocked. First, from the soldier's breath, it is by no means ordinary to find the truth. Second, the quality of weapons and equipment is extraordinary!
”uncle.”
Jun Chang said with a smile: ”These are the elite soldiers in my world, Xiu Wei is temporarily a bit low, but as long as a few years are given, it is no problem to break through the half-step heaven.
Vice-Peng Peng also sat beside him, suddenly fainted.
If you can become a high-level member of the Xinghai League, you will definitely have some talent and strength. When you think about it, you have taken half a step from finding the real world. They all use the ”millennium” as a unit of calculation.
”of course.”
Jun Changxiao added: ”The equipment will also be upgraded. At present, these batches of armor and weapons have fallen behind, and our founder is actively researching new products.”
”Hime nephew, on this scale, this battle, have you been preparing to compete with the Emperor Tianmo?” Gu Tianxing asked.
”It didn't take long.”
Jun Chang said with a smile: ”That's the only idea I have recently.”
The dog left without pretending to be forced, and it was only recently that he decided to be tough with Emperor Demon.
As for so many elites in the eternal world, it also stems from the precautions, from ... The people in the sect can not be idle, they must be allowed to give full play to their role.
For example, Xue Rengui of Zhanqitang now spends more time focusing on the major ethnic groups, and uses a military set to train talents.
And Fan Yezi.
The eyes are almost retired.
All the work of all kinds of armor and various parts are thrown away.
To put it simply, Van Gogh has entered the formal, and all departments are operating in an orderly manner. Jun Changxiao ordered the high-level and disciples to help the Van Gogh world and the major ethnic groups in order to help them raise their realm faster.
After all, strong in the ancient world is equal to strong in the ancient world.
”Hoo!”
Suddenly, a roar came from above.
Gu Tianxing and others looked up and saw a pitch-black mech slowly flying over the head.
They are sometimes lined up in the sky with the word ‘one’, and sometimes lined up with the word ‘person’, giving a sense of science and technology.
”this is?”
Gu Tianxing said in amazement.
Judging from the expressions of Peng, deputy leader, and others, it is clear that this high-tech product has never been seen.
”I am the fourth generation of Diablo God of Diablo!” Jun Changxiao had obvious arrogance on his face when introducing.
Inevitable, because the fourth-generation Diablo is the oldest researched product of Taixuan old man after referring to Xiaotian's demons, except that the specifications are much smaller, the shape is very similar.
unfortunately.
Because of limited technology.
The four generations of Dark God of Destruction can only be counted as imitations, and their performance is far inferior to that of Xiaotian.
The development of mecha needs the world, a small step taken today, and the accumulation of days and months is a big step for tomorrow.
”uncle.”
Jun Chang laughed and said: ”The strength of the four generations of Diablo is comparable to that of the upper realm.”
Gu Tianxing and Vice Peng Peng were shocked again!
They swear that the mech flew over the head with only a roar and no breath at all, how could it be comparable to the upper realm!
”Boy.”
Gu Tianxing scolded: ”Take us away with a bunch of broken copper and iron!”
”Shall we make a gesture?”
”it is good!”
Xinghaimeng sent a superior warrior seeking truth.
As a result, after the start of the competition, the whole process was blasted on the ground by four generations of Diablo Gods, and finally the abused could only wailing: ”Give defeat, admit defeat!”
”Hey.”