Chapter 372 Breaking the Thirteen Cities (I Can Still Go Down)

Father Roald ordered the tanks inside the city to go outside the city.

However, no response was received.

His brows were furrowed, his face was ashen, he held up the communicator and roared:

"T1, T1?"

"..."

No response.

"T2, hear a message for Lao Tzu!"

"..."

Still no response.

"T3T4T5, are they all fucking dead?"

"..."

The only answer to him was the slight noise of the radio waves in the communicator.

Father Roald said no more.

The facts are in front of you: the people in these five tanks are already dead.

How the fuck is this possible?

That monster just roared in front of these tanks and the people inside died?

What the hell is going on here?

But he couldn't help thinking about it now. He turned his head and saw that the monster was raging through the crowd, running towards the remaining five tanks.

"Not good. Watch out for the five tanks outside the city..."

However, it was too late.

Wen Zilong rushed to the edge of these tanks, and the ultrasonic attack was sent out again:

"Kneel down for Lao Tzu and sing Gini too beautiful—"

The next moment, the tanks that were turning their muzzles and intended to aim at Wen Zilong suddenly stopped.

The saints on the city wall were all pale when they saw this scene.

Needless to say, everyone in the tank was dead.

At this moment, everyone felt a trace of despair in their hearts.

Rockets don't work;

Cannons do not work;

The people in the tank were also all dead.

How to fight this?

Originally, they had a total of 70,000 people and more than 60,000 guns.

Plus ten tanks, twenty cannons, 2000 flamethrowers, 30 bazooka...

On the mere fruit bats, they are full of confidence.

However, at this moment, those fruit bats have not yet appeared, and the strange bird has not yet started.

With just one crocodile, almost all of their heavy weapons have lost their combat effectiveness.

How can this not make them despair?

At the same time, Wen Zilong was in high spirits, and in his mind, he issued orders to the fruit bats.

"Children, it's time to attack."

The next moment, I saw the horizon, a large group of dark clouds, attacking here at a very fast speed.

Cover the sky!

Absolute shade.

This time, there are 70,000 saints in the entire city of Quiro.

Wen Zilong dispatched all 1.32 million bats to come.

Although not 100 to 1 horror ratio.

But the ratio of nearly 20 to 1 is enough to crush them.

And this time Wen Zilong destroyed all of the opponent's flamethrowers.

The opponent's tanks and the like can't be used either.

There are also juniors who can join the battle group.

So no matter from which aspect, it is a crushing advantage.

But even so, Wen Zilong still felt that it was not enough.

It must be guaranteed to crush the opponent 100%.

Thinking of this, he ran forward another hundred meters.

Facing those 70,000 people, his wings vibrated violently—more violently than ever before;

In the throat, the high vibration frequency of the vocal cords has also produced a violent tearing feeling.

Wen Zilong really doubted that if this continued, the vocal cords would burst open.

"Those who violate my territory will be punished even if they are far away—"

Ripples spread out from his mouth.

In the ripples, the air carried a huge pressure and spread towards the 70,000 people.

bang bang bang bang bang-

Those who were close to each other directly exploded one by one.

A little further away, there was a constant burst of sound from within an individual.

Seven orifices bleed and fell to the ground.

Farther afield, although not dead, but also to the ground.

Constant vomiting, limb weakness, dizziness.

Many people even fainted.

Farther away, although he didn't fall to the ground, he still felt extremely uncomfortable, and he had no strength.

With this blow alone, in front of Wen Zilong, at a 90-degree angle, in a fan-shaped area with a radius of 300 meters, almost all the saints who numbered 1,000 died.

With a radius of 300 to 400 meters and more than 5,000 saints, they all fell to the ground and lost their combat effectiveness.

Only the saints 500 meters away seem to be unaffected.

This scene, everyone present was extremely horrified.

What kind of attack is this?

With one cry, so many died;

Combined, almost one in 10 lost combat effectiveness.

This is too scary!

"Escape... escape!"

"The devil, it's the devil!"

"Run away!"

"Devil Legion, Demon Legion are all devils!"

Although the Holy Light Legion has a large number of people, they have basically not undergone much training.

Not even on the battlefield.

At this time, under the shock of Wen Zilong's hand, the remaining 60,000 people immediately fled towards the city.

"Don't run! Don't fucking run!"

Holy Father Roald held a gun in his hand and kept shouting: "Whoever escapes will kill me!"

However, no one heard the words.

Even though he killed five people in a row, the others still rushed towards the city like a tide.

No matter how cruel he is, he can only kill one person at a time.

And that crocodile can burn 2,000 people to ashes with one breath of flame;

With one shout, you can kill more than 1,000 people.

This method is much more terrifying than Father Roald.

And in the sky, the almost endless fruit bats are covering this direction. When will they not escape?

However, no matter how fast they escape, can they be as fast as those fruit bats?

Soon, they were covered in fruit bats.

It was like a dark cloud shrouded the mountain.

Wen Zilong said to Xiao San, "Little San, destroy that Holy Father."

The IQ of Xiaosan is far higher than that of ordinary beasts, so he can naturally understand which is the Holy Father.

Under the command of Wen Zilong, he flew to Father Roald.

Father Roald saw the big bird flying towards him, and his expression changed greatly.

"no no……"

However, he only screamed and was cut through the artery by Xiao San's claws.

Fall from the city wall.

In the distance, Wen Zilong looked at this scene and lay on the ground listlessly.

Now, as the level increases, he can use three ultrasonic attacks.

It's just that the last time he used it, he turned on full power.

This is still a huge drain on his body.

Especially the vocal cords, the pain of tearing is constantly coming.

He didn't even dare to speak.

As long as you speak a word, it hurts even more.

No way, a full-power ultrasonic attack always has to pay a price.

However, he was still somewhat dissatisfied with the killing range of this ultrasonic wave.

If the killing range could be larger, and with a roar, all these people would be wiped out, wouldn't he be invincible?

Wen Yuqi came to Wen Zilong, looked at his listless appearance, and stroked his head with his hands.

She asked with concern, "Mosquito, are you alright?"

Wen Zilong enjoyed it a little and said, "It's okay, just a little tired."

Wen Yuqi said: "Then you can rest and rest, and leave the rest to Xiao San and those bats."

"Um."

Wen Zilong nodded and lay on the ground weakly.