Chapter 926: Tenth grade! Iron Star Evil Dragon!

It was already afternoon in a flash. Everyone who had lunch led to the VIP viewing hall under Zhang Mu, preparing to watch the game between "Olan Squad" and "Squad of Gods". On the surface, it was an ordinary game, but in fact it was related to the prosperity and decline of the two countries. Others didn't know, but Zhang Mu and his gang were all like a mirror in their hearts.

Under the leadership of the staff, Zhang Mu walked into the viewing room. As soon as he stepped into the door, Zhang Mu's face changed suddenly. There was no reason, just because there was another team of people in the VIP viewing room.

If nothing unexpected happens, this team will be the target of the competition in two days, and it is also the hostile force in the game - the royal family!

"Twelve-winged Angel, have you learned to be smart? You even know that you have entered the VIP area to watch the game. Logically speaking, you should compete with those people outside like everyone else." The Beast King laughed, and the rest of the people immediately burst into laughter with him.

Zhang Muslided away the surprised expression on his face, waved his hands indifferently, letting everyone take their seats, and then he slowly said, "Beast King, I see how long you can be happy. The day after tomorrow will be the battle between our two teams. I hope that by then, you will not let me down."

"Haha! I will return the words you said intact. Two days later, I will definitely teach you a good lesson in front of hundreds of millions of viewers, a boy who doesn't know how to be tall and thick!" The Beast King's face suddenly became ferocious, "I want you to know the consequences of offending our royal family!"

"Beast King? I think it's almost the same as calling an orc. Did this kid get up today and didn't brush his teeth? It's so stinking." The Northeastern man pretended to be swaying his hands in front of his nose.

"Boy, you..." The Beast King was already very angry and could not withstand the provocation of the Northeastern man. He stood up in a flash.

"Beast King! Sit down! Don't let others laugh." The Immortal Emperor, who was sitting side by side with the God Emperor in the middle of the hall, suddenly spoke up and scolded.

Hearing the words of the Immortal King, the Beast Emperor had to suppress his anger even though he was so angry that he groaned and sat back in his seat.

"I'm so good, good dog!" The Northeastern man whistled hard.

"Northeastern man! Stop!" Zhang Mu frowned and immediately stopped the Northeastern man from continuing to provoke. However, to be honest, the Northeastern man used words to provoke the Beast King just now, which really made him feel very happy.

People say, "I respect me one foot, I respect my enemy one foot" is completely reflected in the Northeastern guys. Whether they are talking or being serious, the Northeastern guys have never suffered any loss in this regard. This is also the reason why Zhang Mu likes to play with the "Dead Northeastern guys" and bring him wherever he goes.

About 20 minutes later, the match between Oran and the Gods officially began, and the map chosen by both sides was "Plain".

Any player who has fought a large guild battle understands what the plain terrain means.

Since there are no obstacles on the plain, once the two sides make a gesture, it will be a bloody battle with real swords and guns. Many classic tactics in "Invincible" cannot be used on the plain terrain.

"Plain Terrain..." Xiao Zong frowned slightly and said, "It seems that today's battle will be the cruelest and most intense team competition..."

"It's a must. You know, this battle involves 100 billion national resources. It would be strange if both sides don't put in full force." The fat man said ummy like an expert.

"Shh, watch the game!" Zhang Mu made a 'silence' gesture, and everyone suddenly became quiet.

It’s not that Zhang Mu wanted to deprive everyone of the right to chat, but in the few minutes of chatting, the Oran team and the Gods team had already met in the middle of the plain, and the battle was about to begin.

Plain battlefield—

"You... use this kind of force to fight me? Do you look down on me or seek death?" Ragnarok looked at the troops and bosses under the members of the Oran team with some ridiculous slightest.

The boss grades used by the twenty members are third-grade seven, fourth-grade seven, fifth-grade six, and even sixth-grade bosses.

To put it bluntly, this kind of middle and low-level boss combination is very common in the preliminary round, but this is the quarterfinals! Sending such bosses to play will undoubtedly be suicide.

"Isn't this woman Aolan crazy?" The Northeastern man looked at this weak team in a silence. Although Aolan also used such a lineup in the preliminary round, she is now facing the gods! A strong team with four sixth-grade bosses and the rest of the members are all fifth-grade bosses!

"This...what is Auran thinking..." Zhang Mu was puzzled.

Plain battlefield—

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey, gods, don't underestimate me, okay? I originally wanted to win the championship." Oran shrugged helplessly.

"Go to win the championship? Just you? Just you in this team now?" The gods roared angrily. He hated this woman named Oran from the bottom of his heart. She dared to play with her again and again. It was so unbearable!

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and let the horse come over. After defeating you, I have to go back to build the country." Oran spread his hands, looking fearless.

"Since you are looking for death, I will fulfill you! Brothers, come on me! Destroy them!" The gods roared, and saw twenty bosses jump up neatly, each doing what they learned. The colorful light balls and light columns gathered into a magnificent shock wave that could destroy the world and smashed straight towards the Oran team.

"Hehe... who is seeking death... You will know later!" Oran suddenly changed his face, raised his right hand, and threw a painted black magic scroll into the air.

'boom!'

A smoke made of unknown dust appeared out of thin air, blocking the attack organized by Ragnarok at dusk.

‘Roar!’ ‘Roar!’ ‘Roar!’ ‘Roar!’ ‘Roar!’ ‘Roar!’

Just as Ragnarok was about to launch a second attack at dusk, a powerful dragon roar came from the smoke.

‘Crash!’

A monster's arm comparable to steel bars stretched out from the "smoke", followed by a few more monster roars, and the whole image of the monster appeared completely from the smoke.

"Iron Star Evil Dragon! Tenth-grade boss!" Ragnarok screamed and took a big step back, his heart instantly filled with fear. At this same time, all the faces of the people watching the battle changed color.

"10 million units...Iron Star Dragon...How could Aolan... have such a thing..." Xiaozong was completely stunned and stuttered.

"Is this the legendary 'world general level'..." Zhang Mu was even more surprised. This woman, Aolan, was shocking when she didn't show off her face and was shocking when she took action!

"Is the Realm General? No, no, this cannot be the Realm General. It is just a tenth-grade boss and has not been fully trained to become a Realm General..." The God Emperor murmured to himself, his face also full of surprise.

"This is impossible!" Ragnarok was trying hard to touch his eyes, he was dreaming! Yes, he must be dreaming!
Chapter completed!