Chapter 3613: Dignity of cannon fodder

The second "final team competition" ended faster than the first.
Just like in the estimates of other districts, District 1 has given up the "Ultimate Team Competition" after the strongest "Ultimate Corps" failed.
The second "Ultimate Beast Corps", no matter who seems to be sure, is just a cannon fodder sent by Augustine to save face.
Cannon fodder also has the dignity of cannon fodder.
At the beginning of the competition announced by the Dashen, at the moment when the countdown ended, the "Ultimate-level Alien Beast Corps" in District 1 rushed towards the alien army in a group.
"Uh…"
The "Beaver Alien" looked at the "Gritch Alien" that flashed past, its void trap just trapped the invisible void, and the "chief think tank" couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Its plan this time is somewhat different from the previous one.
The last game was to appear in the middle of the opponent's formation, to hit the face with points, and then to surround the points with faces.
This time, "The Beaver Alien" wants to play a more ruthless and straightforward way, which is to directly surround the point with the face.
The "fine-toothed alien" is only his own words, and it is easier to break into the opponent's formation.
Although its "spatial trap" will not make all opponents incapacitated, it will certainly slow down their speed and restrict their dispersion.
The alien army will then rush over, also encircling the enemy in a "hive" formation, thus wiping out the opponent at all costs.
"Beast Hunter Alien" expected the concentration or dispersion of opponents, and expected that they would fight back in a group, or even lengthen the front.
However, it still misunderstood the determination of this "ultimate-level alien beast regiment". Under the premise that there is no escape, no retreat, and no victory, they chose the most tragic and fastest way to die.
Of course, the "beaver hunter" is only a brief embarrassment.
Its arrangement is only a pre-war plan.
Alien's on-the-spot reaction, their excellent combat senses, and their unparalleled cooperation are the real keys to victory.
Facts, too.
When the "Fine-toothed Alien" fluttered into the air, facing the "Ultimate-level Alien Beast Corps" that rushed over, the alien army greeted it with the same crazy attitude.
"The alien who was injured in the last battle, rushed to the front this time."
Garrosh, who had never seriously watched an "ultimate" game, didn't miss any details this time.
"It's very simple, it's the most appropriate and appropriate choice."
"Deathmatch mode of the ultimate team competition, you can only replenish the number and cannot be replaced, no matter how badly you are injured."
"Injured aliens, no matter how fast they recover, in such a level of competition, the injury will become heavier and heavier."
"They die in battle, and alien civilization can replenish fresh blood."
Alex also looked carefully and took Garrosh's words.
"I feel like it's their own choice."
"The alien masters may not have ordered them to do so at all."
Speaker Martin also made his point.
"If you change it to another civilization, if you say that, I will spit on your face."
"In the case of alien civilization, is there any need to say it?"
"The pseudo-god alien is like an ordinary super alien in front of the alien master, still obeying the power and gene suppression of the bloodline."
"These ultimate aliens can dominate the aliens and die for the alien civilization without hesitation, so there is nothing strange about making such a choice."
Because of the mental barrier, Garrosh was not worried that their mental communication would leak out. He was in a good mood and made a rare joke with Martin.
"agree."
Speaker Martin nodded heavily.
"The ultimate corps of 10,000 on both sides is still fighting to the death."
"How long did it take last time? No more than three thousand seconds."
"How do I feel that this game will be faster!"
Alex's mental power locked on the tragic battlefield, the tone of the first half of the sentence was still a little uncertain, but the second half of the sentence was affirmative.
"The final level team competition, 20 honor points have been stabilized."
"It's not easy to judge in the final level heads-up match. We will discuss it with the alien master later. Why don't we send some players with the peak strength of the final level."
"Although our gold medalists are alien civilizations this time, they can't escape when they should contribute."
Garrosh agreed with Alex's judgment and began to plan a "heads-up match".
"I think so too."
Martin immediately agreed.
Alex, of course, would not have an opinion.
In this way, the "Big Three" of the three regions have reached an agreement.
Time, less than Alex expected.
There are more than 10,000 "ultimate-level alien beasts", and even the civilizations in the second and third districts can't recognize what race they are. They are already desperate, and they have no intention of evading or detouring. They just want to talk to the "alien civilization" "Desperately.
Under such a premise, in less than half of the last game, that is, more than two thousand seconds, the chaotic and tragic "Gladiator Field" suddenly calmed down.
Ten thousand "ultimate-level alien beasts" were all killed in battle.
However, this time, there are far fewer "hosts" that "face huggers" can parasitize.
With the lessons learned, this time the "ultimate beasts" chose to self-destruct at the last moment of the battle.
They gather energy in their chests and begin to compress.
The aliens interrupt them during this compression, and they get a parasitic "host," or a parasitic corpse.
If the alien is too late to interrupt, it will explode violently when the energy is compressed to a certain point.
The impact of such energy outside the body may not be enough to seriously damage the "ultimate-level alien beast".
But when it explodes inside the "Alien Beast", it can even tear the "Alien Beast"'s body to shreds.
With 10,000 "ultimate-level alien beasts", the number of "hosts" that can allow the "face-hugging insects" to be parasitic is about 1,000.
This number is less than one-third of the previous one.
Those "false gods" in a large area saw this, but few of them could laugh.
The reason is very simple. The "alien civilization" with nearly 100 billion "super aliens" cares about how many "hosts" it can parasitize and how many "super aliens" are born.
Even "ultimate-level creatures" are nothing to the "alien civilization" with more than 1.5 million "ultimate-level aliens".
"Are you going to continue?"
Although Dashen was not as happy as he was in the last game, his interest was not too bad.
He looked at a large area from a distance, and asked with a half-smile.
Augustine subconsciously looked towards the second district.
"No. 1 Speaker" Wilmot of the second district looked at the "Gladiator Field" from a distance, as if he didn't feel Augustine's gaze.
"Yes, ginseng."
"We're going to continue!"
Augustine scolded secretly in his heart, and Chongda responded respectfully in the spiritual exchange.