Doomsday Pavilion

Mingguang has a master forging blast furnace, with natural ingenuity, formerly known as Gao Jimo, after awakening his talent, he refers to the blast furnace as the blast furnace.

The blades he built, the evolutionary has a miraculous effect, like a tiger with more wings, more than 50% increase in combat effectiveness.

The bird wing ballista, a strategic weapon built by him, is three feet high, five feet long and seven feet wide.

The entire ballista is entirely made of special alloys, with a matte finish on the surface, showing the shape of a bird with open wings.

What the Birdwing Ballista fired was not an ordinary arrow, but a huge semicircular moon blade with a diameter of nearly five feet, with complicated blood-colored patterns painted on the fan surface, exuding a deep coldness, and it looked more than just beautiful.

The huge ballista is out of place in many modern equipment, but no one dares to underestimate its power. The things made by the blast furnace are worthy of this trust and respect.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning when the birdwing ballista was sent in. The day after the erection was bright, the fifteen Gaojia workers responsible for the installation were sweating profusely.

"The ballista needs 21 third-order evolutionaries to turn the winch, and at least five evolutionaries to install the moonblade, and three evolutionaries above the third-order are responsible for firing, one for controlling the aim, one for firing the xuanblade, and one for the base. At the time of firing, the ballista won’t be able to keep anyone in a radius of fifty feet. Below Tier 4, there is no escape."

Zhao Zheng's adjutant frowned, "Where is the firing remote control?"

The Gao family looked at the adjutant like an idiot, "Whose crossbow have you ever seen controlled by a remote control?"

"Humph."

"In other words, the person responsible for manipulating the ballista is dead?" Zhao Zheng took a deep breath.

The Gao family explained how to use the ballista and left.

Zhao Zheng's adjutant said, "Major General, this fucking ballista, it takes three third-order evolutionary lives to fill it with one shot?"

Zhao Zheng is silent, the low-end simplified version of the Birdwing Ballista. He was fortunate enough to participate in the modulation experiment. The unstoppable destructive power still has lingering fears. As for the current full version, Zhao Zheng can't find any reason to doubt. Its power.

"boom!"

In the depths of the block, two houses collapsed suddenly, and a huge blood-colored figure led hundreds of strange creatures to break through the ruins and rush towards Zhao Zheng.

"Enemy attack! The living corpses counterattack, ready to fight!"

Zhao Zheng calmly said, "Go to Master Sang Xiangyi."

The adjutant looked bitter, "Master Sang said...The injury last night was not healed and needs rest."

"Where is Ye Hu?"

"Master Ye said that he would retreat for two days to heal his injuries," the adjutant added hurriedly, seeing Zhao Zheng's face pale. ."

"Where did Fengxing go?"

"This... Master Feng is drinking... Under the official... I really dare not go!"

Zhao Zheng's knuckles were squeezed white, "Okay, okay, come here, the birdwing ballista is on standby at any time, I will find this popular!"

"No, I'm here."

Zhao Zheng turned his face, showing a mocking expression, "Master Feng's injury, okay?"

Feng Xing has a long, thin face and no white beard. He has a pair of squinted triangular eyes that give people a gloomy feeling. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, please don't worry Zhao Jiahuzi."

Zhao Zheng turned to the adjutant and said, "Go, get my gun."

The adjutant was startled, "Major General, what are you?"

Zhao Zheng chuckled, "Long heard that Master Feng has a pair of gilded maestros that make him superb. Today, Zhao Zheng, I will fight alongside Master Feng and meet the blood corpses!"

"No!"

"No way!!"

The adjutant and Feng Xing blurted out at the same time, and Feng Xing glared at the adjutant fiercely. The adjutant shrank his neck, not daring to speak, and ran to get Zhao Zheng's weapon.

Feng Xing chuckled and was about to speak when the gunshots suddenly burst.

The blood corpse led hundreds of living corpses, already close to the cordon, and the garrison opened fire.

Feng Xing frowned, ignoring other things, and his body was full of dazzling silver light. Two tower-shaped maesques condensed and formed in the silver light. With a low roar, he rushed into the battlefield.

He knew the bottom line of the base city very clearly-that is, to control the scourge of the blood corpse within the limits of these two streets, once the line was crossed, he could not explain it in his identity.

He knew this better than anyone else.

Zhao Zheng's gun is a special big gun with a length of three meters and five meters. It is made of all metal and has an extremely thick barrel. The odd triangular spear head alone is nearly a meter long and extremely hideous.Such a big all-metal gun, people who have not received special training, I am afraid that even the thin arm of the gun can't be held. It is impossible to imagine that Zhao Zheng, a young man with a face like a crown, would actually use such a fierce weapon.

"Young, Major General, Master Feng has already gone, you don't need to go...that's a Tier 5 blood corpse..."

Zhao Zheng lifted the spear upside down, and stepped on the tires of the armored vehicle with his toes, and jumped up into the air, moving the spear with one arm.

"bump!"

With the power of a blow, the disgust of broken teeth rushing on the face was instantly smashed into two parts, and blood was splashed in all directions.

Feng Xing and the blood corpse rolled in a ball, fisting and fisting.

Zhao Zheng frowned. The popular style of play is to ask for nothing, not for merit, and immediately retreat if he misses a hit. Faced with such an attack, the blood corpse was not hurt at all. On the contrary, he was already aroused to the sky. .

"howl!"

Feng Xing's double mace is attached to the blazing silver light, and it fought against the thick and thin arms of the blood corpse bucket.

The blood corpse's arms exploded a cloud of blood mist, wriggling up along the double mace like life.

Feng Xing's complexion flushed, and there was already three minutes of fear on his face. The two mace fought, the silver light was flourishing, those insect-like blood mists emitted pungent blue smoke and dissipated in the air.

With a little tiptoe, he stepped over the blood corpse, smashed two broken teeth in hatred, and jumped to the roof.

The blood corpse looked up to the sky and howled in anger, the huge scars on his face cracked every inch, revealing the oozing muscles, and burst into the house.

"boom!"

The wall collapsed, gravel shot everywhere, and two short screams came from the house, which was instantly annihilated in the dust.

Zhao Zheng roared, "Fengxing, what the hell are you doing?"

The anger flashed on Feng Xing's face, "Zhao Family Tiger, call Ye Hu! I can't stop it by myself!"

While talking, the blood corpses smashed four houses one after another, and the civilians hiding in the houses ran away, with countless casualties.

Zhao Zheng's eyes are cracked.