Chapter 1035 Powerful Supervisors
Chapter 1035 Powerful Supervisors
Of course, Kashiwa could also think of what the survivors could think of.
Once we go beyond the border, the power of disorder will expand greatly, and the chances of survival for the survivors will no longer exist.
Of course, Baijie would not let everyone leave out of kindness, but without this battle, the Disordered would start the prelude to expansion with the least losses.
There will also be many survivors whose wills are not strong enough and who will be shaken. If the survivors flee on a large scale after the war breaks out, it will also be beneficial to the disorderly ones.
This is an open conspiracy, one that the survivors have no way to deal with.
Only the power of example may be able to offset the impact of this conspiracy. At this time, someone must stand up.
Duanmu was already standing at the front of the crowd.
The voice was low, but it also spread throughout the battlefield.
The broken arm has been repaired after a period of treatment, but Duanmu has not yet regained his former strength.
But Duanmu still stood up and said, "Put away your humble thoughts. Survivors are never afraid of challenges."
The body shape changes slowly, and a huge supervisor appears.
He is a violinist holding a piano. His face, which should have been elegant, is now filled with coldness and murderous intent.
"If you want to cross the border, cross it over my body."
Although Xiao Shi is still standing next to Bai Jie, Duanmu knows that this old friend is no longer here.
Not only Xiao Shi, but also Duanmu and his group of people support many people in the Mercenary Association.
Now they are all dead.
The remaining mercenary association is just a shell, with little of its core soul left.
But now, Duanmu still left this broken body on the battlefield.
Until the dead.
After all, Duanmu is a role model for many people and has become a role model for many people.
Voices of agreement rang out in the team.
"That's right, bastard. If you want to cross the border, you have to step over our bodies."
They are members of the Mercenary Association, but not just them.
More and more people joined in, and the momentum grew.
Life is never smooth for the survivors in the nightmare world.
Although I have never faced the current predicament, it would matter if I did.
Xu Feng was feeling a little agitated. In fact, given the current situation, if there was no way to break the impasse, even Xu Feng himself would die on the battlefield.
But Xu Feng had already given up the idea of leaving. He had persisted for so long, he couldn't keep running away.
What's more, Tang Yucheng hasn't arrived yet, so the hope of survival is not completely cut off.
Even if it takes time, we have to wait until that person appears.
That’s what Xu Feng thought.
Perhaps other people did not have as many thoughts as Xu Feng, but after Duanmu showed the form of a supervisor, others also began to respond one after another.
"It seems that we are inevitably going to have to fight this battle after all."
It was Lan Chen. A blue electric light flashed, and a two-meter-tall, thin, handsome man appeared.
It was the hermit, Alva Lorenz.
Xu Feng once knew about one of the powerful supervisor professions.
More people appeared, following closely behind Lan Chen were Ye Qingchen and Gu Haochen, who were the supervisors, the photographer and Jack respectively.
There are more and more people, Red Butterfly, Dream Witch, Crazy Eyes, Evil Lizard, Sculptor, Guard No. 26, and so on.
Powerful supervisors appeared one by one. The survivors of the core circle who persisted here, as well as the owners of the manors who were summoned, were all powerful beings.
Now, they stand at the forefront of the survivors and become the vanguard in the fight against the disorder.
Will the survivors perish?
No one knows, but Xu Feng knows, not today.
Many of these supervisors were people Xu Feng had encountered during the trials.
In the trials of the manor, these supervisors were all difficult guys, but now they are standing on the front line to protect the survivors.
Of course Xu Feng would not back down. After Duanmu switched to the identity of the supervisor, Xu Feng also revealed his true identity.
The Deer Head who was once called a black-hearted ghost in the manor.
A human body with a deer's head, holding a chain.
Moreover, because of her gorgeous skin, she has become an even more dazzling presence.
Standing next to Xu Feng were Xu Feng's companions.
The supervisors include Qiu Ke, Madam Red, the Apostle, and Lu who has not yet obtained the status of supervisor.
Bancom and others were also around. If Bancom were faced with the current situation, he would probably choose to escape without hesitation.
But not anymore.
Even though his legs were shaking, he still switched into the form of a supervisor, stood behind Xu Feng, and became the front line of the battle.
More and more supervisors appeared in the formation, and the fear suppressed in the hearts of the survivors was dispelled bit by bit.
If there is a battle today, we will fight to the death.
This became the only thought in most survivors' minds.
As the supervisor showed up and confronted, the momentum of both sides finally showed some signs of being equal.
Bai Jie's expression was somewhat resentful. Duanmu and Xu Feng, the guys who had disrupted his plans time and time again, had finally become the most difficult trouble.
He should have gotten rid of the two people earlier, but Baijie seemed to have forgotten. He tried to kill them by force several times, but they escaped each time.
But it doesn’t matter anymore, some problems will be solved today.
"Since you are so stubborn, then die here."
"Destroy them, the Chaos."
It was as if the power of disorder declared victory over this world. Following Kashiwasuke's orders, the army of disorder began to move.
Like a tide, thousands or even tens of thousands of disorderly people swarmed towards the formation of survivors.
Among them were the converted Xiao Shi and others.
Baijie still has a lot of strength left to prevent accidents from happening.
But the force of the charge alone was enough to wipe out the army of survivors.
Who gave the Disordered the blessing of immortality and that flag?
"Perhaps this is the last battle. Use all your best tactics."
“The survivors may still have a future, but the future no longer belongs to us.”
"Fight to the death."
Duanmu's voice resounded throughout the battlefield, but his tone was flat and not inflammatory.
This is also said to the survivors. The supervisors have a more serious task.
Still waiting for the survivors to delay the disorderly army and then attack the flag.
There is no need to tell this to the survivors. They just need to hold their positions and launch the strongest attack.
In an instant, countless props treasured by the survivors were splashed out.
Flare gun, baseball.
These ordinary names, with the blessing of special professions, burst out with great power.
Countless explosions rang out among the charging Disordered, but even if they were blown into pieces, they could still recover in a very short time.
That's what's so disgusting about that flag.
The distance between the two sides is actually not long, and a collision will happen in the blink of an eye.
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