The forward battalion and school knife players rushed to the forefront of all the teams.

This time they no longer need a military formation, no formation.

All they need is killing.

Countless protoss soldiers fell under their swords and guns.

Some Protoss soldiers rose up to resist, but were easily killed by them.

When more than 50,000 Protoss did not hold up even a single move, they died under their swords and guns. The warriors of the Protoss in the distance could not hide fear in their eyes.

However, the battle between the forward battalion and the school swordsman continued.

In this permafrost, the striker camp and the school swordsman have been killed mad.

They don't know what fatigue is, nor what fear is.

Apart from killing all the lives in front of them as enemies, they had no other thoughts in their hearts.

As long as it is not human, it is their enemy.

The protoss army was already defeated like a mountain. When the fortress was turned into ruins and a sea of ​​fire, the courage in their hearts had gradually disappeared with the casualties of their companions.

Now their fighting is more like fighting by instinct.

Photographed by the rules of the Protoss, they have no room for surrender.

But in the face of such a terrifying opponent, how can they exert their full combat effectiveness?

The forward battalion and the school swordsman, relying on instinct to feel the powerful aura in the enemy, and then beheaded it at all costs, and then the Dawn Legion followed, and also began to harvest and sweep the battlefield.

The members of the Hell Knights cleared the obstacles in front of them.

The high-levels of those command centers, looking at the cavalry standing in front of them and able to control their own destiny, were filled with endless panic in their hearts.

"We are willing to be prisoners, by paying a ransom to your satisfaction--"

As soon as a Protoss master said halfway through his words, the scarlet sword aura had already chopped off his head, and the members of the Hell Knights kept reaping lives without saying a word.

"You can't do this."

"We are also in high positions in the Corona Protoss."

"It's better for you to let us go."

However, in less than 5 seconds, the only remaining guards here, and the high-levels of these command centers, have been beheaded by the members of the Hell Knights.

After beheading all the enemies, the members of the Hell Knights did not pay attention to their fatigue.

Power was constantly pouring in, and even the burning and cracked skin on his body became less painful.

After beheading these enemies, they didn't even clean up the spoils, so they went straight to the next battlefield.

Even if it is a complete tailwind, there will be casualties.

They all beheaded an enemy's master, maybe their teammates will die one less.

The 1,000 soldiers who had broken off exploded their power at the very moment of the battle and sacrificed their lives to buy them a few seconds. That scene has been engraved in their minds.

They have awakened from the glory of the trump card of the City of Dawn.

What kind of trump card is a trump card that needs others to protect with life?

Only one's own existence can protect others' lives from being violated. This is the real trump card!

If you kill faster and kill more, the casualties of the Dawn Legion will be less.

These thoughts have become their beliefs.

They don't need to think about it, but life and soul have left a permanent mark.

The humiliation of requiring others to sacrifice their lives for protection has turned into their belief and strength.

The Hell Knights, which suffered heavy losses, did not undergo any repairs, and then plunged into the next killing.

One after another, the figures fell down beside them.

Now in their hearts, there is no longer the joy of killing a powerful enemy, nor the excitement of defeating the enemy, these are not things to be happy about, only killing the enemy is the only thing.

They had no idea how many enemies they had killed.

Their moods have also become calm. It is not the calmness of Gujing Wuwave, but the extreme turbulence, and there is no room for making waves.

No matter how many things in life, they can no longer touch their hearts.

The only thing that can touch their hearts is perhaps that they can reduce the casualties of teammates after killing the enemy, and can prevent the scenes of death to protect themselves from repeating.

Protoss fortress began to collapse from this gap.

With the destruction of the command center, the Protoss has been defeated.

Some relatively high-status Corona Protoss forcibly gathered a group of diehard loyalists and moved as close to the space channel as possible on the chaotic battlefield.

"Let's go back!"

"We have already lost."

"No, we are noble protoss, how can we accept losing to these weak humans?"

"But, what can it be? Failure means failure. If you don't accept it, then you go and kill the terrifying cavalry and those terrifying warriors!"

"We are already unable to return to heaven, we can only go back and wait for the punishment of the **** emperor."

However, just when these protoss were preparing to go back through the space channel, they found that the space channel had been silently closed, and their way home had been cut off.

"Do not--"

A stern roar sounded in this protoss base that had been turned into ruins.

In another space, an indifferent gaze watched their ugliness.

"Even the self-proclaimed royal family of the gods, one of the two masters, is there so many clowns after all? Under desperate desperation, such ugliness will still be exposed."

The Holy Light God Emperor has secretly taken action, through the communication with the Sun God Mirror to prevent him from taking action in this war. If he had not just understood the method of the original magic weapon, if he had not realized the elixir, I am afraid that he has spent countless efforts to cultivate the **** The knights will all be damaged here, even if they shoot themselves, they may not be able to save much.

However, these protoss failed and wanted to escape, don't even think about it.

Fight as you like, leave as you like.

When you have the upper hand, you are unscrupulous.

When you are at a disadvantage, you want to leave the battlefield.

Where is such a good thing in the world?

Since you are a loser, you must have the consciousness of a loser.

At least let me follow the basic rule of winner-takes-all.

The flames of war have spread for three days and three nights on this eternal frozen ground. The Dawn Legion is constantly chasing and killing enemies on this continent, and constantly looking for enemies in hiding.

Under the psychic detection of the reconnaissance battalion, no enemy can escape their detection.

Apart from blocking the space passage, Chu Feng never intervened too much in this war.

After the victory of the war was passed back to the City of Dawn, Chu Feng only indifferently gave the order.

"The recorded process of this war will be publicized throughout the earth, so the survivors who survived should be grateful to the soldiers who spared their lives to fight for them."

Like Doomsday Evolution Park, please collect it: (lightnovelpub.net) Doomsday Evolution Park has the fastest literature update.