Return from the second dimension

Under Tang Zhen's control, he defeated the task force encountered without a single soldier.

In this battle, a total of fifteen Trobo warships were destroyed, 35 warships were captured, and tens of thousands of warships were transformed by artificial intelligence.

The Trebo people can be said to be bound by themselves. Tang Zhen absorbed the soul memory of the Trebo people and naturally knew all the secrets of the warship.

With its own ability to invade enemy ships, you only need to control the main battleship, which is equivalent to controlling all the subordinate battleships controlled by artificial intelligence.

In fact, in this case, it seems that there is no need to destroy 15 warships, including the command ship, and it can be used to integrate into the camp of the war castle.

But Tang Zhen still did it, because he insisted that he needed to see blood in the war, and destroying these main battleships of Trebo also showed his determination.

Even if it is an absolute advantage, even if the Trebo people have no strength to fight back, he will not be soft-hearted.

There are too many people in Te Ruobo, and the technological strength is not weak. If there is a comeback, it will take revenge on the Loucheng world.

What's more, the Trebos once destroyed a war zone, which is definitely a shame for the monks in the Loucheng.

Now that he finally found a chance for revenge, even if Tang Zhen wanted to let them go, other cultivators in the Loucheng couldn't let it go.

Tang Zhen dared to bet that if he stopped at this time, on the theater platform of Loucheng World, he would inevitably release a mission against the Trebo people.

When facing this kind of thing, no cornerstone platform will stand idly by.

If he did so, it is estimated that after he returns to the world of Loucheng, he will go to other theaters, and the cornerstone platforms of each theater will not give him a good face.

After the fifteen main battleships of the Trebo were destroyed, in the Loucheng behind Tang Zhen, groups of Loucheng monks swarmed out and went straight to the paralyzed battleships.

The battleship can't move, but there are still enemies inside and need to be cleaned up.

It was naturally another fight later, but for Tang Zhen, these things had nothing to do with him.

The soul memory of the Trebo people still needs to be sorted out, and his injuries have not yet healed. Tang Zhen is still busy when he arrives in front of the stars in the capital of the Trebo people.

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In the heavily fortified military base, a trombon military transport ship landed slowly.

The hatch of the transport ship opened, and a group of fully armed Trobo soldiers ran out, guarding near the exit.

"Tell me down, faster!"

As a roar came, then a group of people slowly walked out of the transport ship. They were of different shapes, all wearing electromagnetic shackles.

This kind of insidious thing can not only imprison actions, once it is cracked forcibly or the power is turned off, it will immediately detonate and kill the imprisoned directly.

This is a group of prisoners. They were brought here by the Trebo a few decades ago and finally got their freedom. Now they are arrested again.

Although they all had the same experience, the mood at this time was completely different.

When they were defeated and captured, they were treated inferiorly to pigs and dogs. I don't know how many people died on this land.

At that time, their mood was extremely sad, and they didn't know where their hope was, and they lived like walking dead.

Now they are arrested again, but they no longer feel fear, because this time it should be the Trebo people.

Everyone knows in their hearts that if the Trobo people are counseled, only then will they hunt down the troubled monks everywhere and prepare to use them as a bargaining chip in negotiations.

Therefore, even facing the muzzle of the Trebo people, these troubled cultivators still held their heads high, with a contemptuous smile on their faces.

But this kind of smile fell in the eyes of the Trebo people, but it was the greatest irony, making them humiliated.

"Damn lowly race, don't you know how to walk?"

The first roar sounded again, and then I saw a trombon holding a steel whip, raising his hand and slamming on a cultivator in trouble.

This kind of steel whip was extremely flexible, and it was a bloody wound on the body, and the troubled cultivator immediately broke into flesh.

The beaten monk didn't change his face, but looked at the Trebo with a sneer, and cursed "Dog bastard!" at the same time.

Seeing this, the other cultivators hurriedly gathered to help their companions, but the electromagnetic shackles erupted with a strong current, knocking them to the ground.

As for the distressed monks behind, they were stopped by the Trobo soldiers, unable to come forward at all, and could only continue to curse and roar.

"Be honest with me, or I will kill you!"

Looking at the cultivators who fell on the ground, the Trebo people holding steel whips in their hands laughed sternly and kept beating their bodies.

After the Soul Land was destroyed, many Trebo people fell into a state of collapse and madness. The Trebo people in front of them were one of them.

At this time, he was venting his anger on the troubled monk. The harder he drew, the happier he felt. At the same time, he kept cursing: "You damn bastards, you should kill all of you so as not to pollute the Trebo people. air."

When the other Trobo soldiers saw this, they just watched coldly, but no one stopped them.

But no matter how the Trebo was beaten, the fallen cultivator just sneered, and laughed loudly at the same time, it seemed that it didn't matter at all.

After seeing this scene, the Trebo man became angry and drew his pistol from his waist.

He grabbed the collar of a distressed monk, put the muzzle against the opponent's forehead, and shouted angrily: "Hurry up and kowtow to me, or I will blow your head with one shot!"

The blood-stained cultivator "hehe" smiled, staring into the eyes of the Trebo, and said in a mocking voice: "I'm guilty of heart, and I'm timid, knowing that the Loucheng coalition forces are coming, are you all scared?

Hahaha, you Trebo people also have today, this is called retribution!

To tell you the truth, I have lived enough for a long time, so you killed me!"

Hearing the ridicule of the cultivator, the Trebo roared, raised his pistol and hit the cultivator's forehead, and the blood flowed in an instant.

The troubled cultivator who fell in the pool of blood still sneered, and the killing intent in his eyes made the Trebo people who had been thunderous and cold all over their body.

When he turned to look at the other cultivators in distress, he found that their expressions were the same, as if he was like a clown, struggling with death before the end of the day.

"You...you lowly races..."

The Trebo man holding a steel whip trembled, and for some reason, uncontrollable fear rose in his heart.

He wanted to scream out impatiently, to vent the constant flow of depression that was about to drive him crazy.

"You wait, I will kill you all sooner or later, no matter what the price is, I will kill you all!"

After a few breaths of silence, the Trebo person suddenly smiled with a squishy smile, with an indescribable madness in his eyes.

"Really, I'm afraid you won't wait for that day!"

The sudden sound of the sound made everyone stunned, and the Trobo soldiers looked around as if they were approaching an enemy.

"Crack!"

A series of sounds sounded, and the electromagnetic shackles that had imprisoned the difficult monks all came off automatically for some reason.

At the same time, a blood-stained war knife and long sword appeared out of thin air in front of these troubled cultivators, and the cold light flickered at the blade.

"What are you doing in a daze, forgot your identities? Don't hurry up to take up arms and take these bastards off me!"

After hearing these words, the distressed cultivators roared at the same time, reached out their hands and grabbed the weapon in front of them, and slashed at the nearby Trebo.

The Trobo soldiers were caught off guard and fell to the ground in patches, blood and broken limbs flying around.

The impoverished monk who had been pointed at the head with a gun before suddenly jumped up, picked up the war knife in front of him, and threw the Trebo man holding a steel whip to the ground.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

Before, they were extremely arrogant, thinking in their minds how to kill these troubled monks. At this moment, their bodies were trembling, their faces were full of horror, and they kept asking for mercy.

"Hey, are you afraid, it's late!"

As soon as the difficult monk's voice fell, he slammed the sword in his hand, and the head that was still opening his mouth rolled to the side.

"Bah, rubbish!"

The troubled cultivator stood up with the sword in his hand, and saw that the surrounding area had become a Shura field, and there were corpses of Trebo people everywhere.

Just above his head, nearly a hundred Loucheng monks who wore black armor and exuded a terrifying aura were killing the collapsed Trobo people everywhere.

There is also a figure standing with its hands behind, covered with bone armor, full of murderous aura.

"The Bone King, it is the Bone King, brothers, the monks from the wild war zone are here to rescue us!"

These Loucheng monks from the savage war zone quickly recognized the origin of this figure, excited in their hearts, and immediately shouted in unison.