Chapter 3614: play off

Facts have once again proved that in the face of absolute power, there is no point in planning anything.
The 1.55 million "Ultimate Alien" is here, and there is no suspense at all in the "Ultimate Team Competition".
No matter what means a large area uses, how powerful "ultimate-level creatures" are.
The same is true for the second district. After losing three games in a row in the first district, when even the big ginseng looked at the second district, the silent second district "Speaker No. 1" Wilmot finally gave the order.
As a result, all existing expectations were not exceeded.
The "refined elite team" sent by the second district only lasted for more than 4,000 seconds and was completely destroyed.
And this death battle, "Alien civilization" also paid a certain price.
More than 3,700 "ultimate-level aliens" were killed, of course, almost all of them were "ultimate-level aliens" who were injured in the first three games and whose injuries have been getting worse.
"The final team competition, we gave up."
"It has an absolute numerical advantage, and there is an extremely tacit cooperation, not to mention the ultra-level aliens possessed by the alien civilization, which do not lack a large number of ultra-level advanced strengths, and there are also many peak strengths."
"So, our second region gives up the challenge power of the final team competition."
After the "Ultimate Elite Team" was completely destroyed, Wilmot's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at the thousands of "Ultimate Beasts" parasitized by the "Face Hugger", and immediately sent out a spiritual message.
In fact, Wilmot didn't want to fight a game if he hadn't been worried that the outright surrender would upset the crowd.
There is no shortage of "Ultimate Creatures" in the second area, but not enough to be consumed at will.
What's more, compared to the "rich" and arrogant Augustine, Wilmot has always been more low-key and cautious.
Wilmot will not stretch his neck if he can't get out of the limelight.
He sent the "Ultimate Elite Team" to prove his attitude, and he did not hesitate to give up the "Ultimate Elite Team" after the failure.
In this way, Wilmot has explained to Da Shen, the first district and their second district, which is enough in his opinion.
"what about you?"
Dashen didn't feel guilty or unhappy, but turned to Augustine and asked.
"We've also given up on the grand team competition, but we're looking forward to the next grand one-on-one match."
Augustine bowed his head to show respect for Dashen, but his spiritual message was full of murderous aura.
"I'm looking forward to it too."
Dashen couldn't help laughing.
"This is the most exciting final team event I've seen since I hosted a gladiatorial tournament, and it's not one of them."
"I declare that the alien civilization has won all four battles."
"The three regions have won twenty honor points, and the alien civilization itself has also won twenty honor points."
"The honor points of the former can be accumulated into the final points, and then the promotion of the region will be determined according to the ranking."
"The honor points of alien civilization can not only be exchanged for some special items in the alliance, including the long-term use of miracles, and the quota to enter the secret realm."
"Next, the final level heads-up match begins."
Spiritual information surrounds him in all directions, and Dashen's emotions start to get excited again.
His emotions were rarely seen by the "pseudo-gods" present.
Along with the transmission of this spiritual message, all the "pseudo-gods" turned their attention to the "Alien Civilization".
The battlefield in "Gladiator Domain", "Alien Civilization" has been cleaned up.
All the wreckage was broken into pieces, all swallowed up.
The more than 1,200 "hosts" that were parasitized have also been dragged by the "ultimate-level aliens" who participated in the war and flew back to the location of the alien army. The parasitic ones have reached the stage of "broken chest" earlier.
At this time, feeling their gaze, Yun Hai couldn't help but smile.
All regions are very clear that "alien civilization" will definitely choose deathmatch.
And deathmatch has priority, so even if other regions jump out to propose ordinary competitions, once the "alien civilization" chooses deathmatch, they can't object.
So everyone is waiting for the "alien civilization", and not even one jumped out of the initiative.
Naturally, Yunhai will not let everyone down. After receiving his spiritual order, "Fine-toothed Alien" appeared in the "Gladiator Field" with a flicker.
"The research-level aliens in the space domain should be at the peak of the research-level."
"But this alien is not the space alien that participated in the team competition before. Although they are exactly the same, their spirits are different."
At the moment when the "fine-toothed alien" appeared, next to the two "Speakers No. 1", Augustine and Wilmot, the "grand unified scientific and technological civilization" responsible for information processing and intelligence immediately sent a spiritual message.
"The ultimate alien in the space field is not only extremely mobile, but more importantly, the space capability is more unpredictable and more terrifying."
"Our suggestion is to consume it. If you can kill it in one game, it's best. If you can't, play a few more games to consume it."
"The heads-up competition is not a team competition. It cannot escape and cannot rest. If we continue to challenge without stopping, it will die."
Not far from Augustine, a shuttle-shaped black miniature spacecraft of his "affiliated civilization" immediately gave its own advice.
"Speaker No. 1" must have his own judgment.
But as an "affiliated civilization", Black Star Civilization cannot ignore its responsibilities.
It's just their spiritual message, but Augustine turned a deaf ear.
His eyes and mental power were firmly locked on the "fine-toothed alien" in "Gladiator Domain".
"Life ratio?"
"Or a death fight?"
"As an ultimate creature, you not only belong to alien civilization, but also to the alliance."
"I want to know your own choice. Do you want to play a normal challenge match? Or a deathmatch without dying?"
Augustine's spiritual message was passed on without any intention of concealing it.
"Silly old thing."
"I still want to sow discord!"
Garrosh cursed inwardly.
It's just that he doesn't worry about that.
Others don't know, he and Alex and others naturally know it.
"Pseudo-God Alien" is the most humble existence in front of "Alien Master", let alone "Ultimate Alien".
"interesting."
Over in the second district, Wilmot murmured a slight smile in his heart.
"He's right, you belong to the alien civilization, but you are also a member of the alliance."
"Ultimate creatures have the right to decide their own freedom, at least within the alliance."
"Like the current competition, as part of the alien civilization, we actually regard you as a part of the first district, not the asset of the alien civilization."
Dashen suddenly became interested, and he also said to the "fine-toothed alien" with a smile.
However, the fact is that all existences keep their mouths shut.
Quietly suspended in the "Gladiator Field", the "Fine-toothed Alien" is like a statue.
Regardless of the instigation of "Speaker No. 1" or the meaningful encouragement of the Dashen, it turned a deaf ear and did not respond at all.