Mistera's declaration was like a muffled thunder, exploding on every inch of the goblin tribe's land, roaring in the ears of every goblin.

The Goblin Empire perished?

Why did it suddenly perish?

On the banks of the Golden Water River, the roaring goblins suddenly found that they had lost all their power and even their equipment was in an unusable state.

The identity of a profession was deprived of his power and his power was instantly removed from his body. The goblins who had just flew in the air, including the magic mecha, fell from the air one after another.

Some fierce goblins who boarded the warship and were fighting with their opponents lost all their strength in an instant, and their violently waving fists became soft and weak, and were hit into meat sauce by the opponent's heavy punch.

The cannon roared again.

This time, it was no longer just a little damage to the body, but a shell went down, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Oh!" The crowd burst into the crowd with victory.

Although the Goblin soldiers still exist, the war has settled.

The old general was the first to react and said, "Send the order, the war is over!"

"Don't you take the opportunity to counterattack?" Qu Wei asked.

"We still need the goblin tribe, and the above have already considered this comprehensively." The old general replied. That's right, the old general slowed down the order for a little while and was beaten for so long. He had to give everyone a chance to vent.

In contrast, the war in Tianchangyuan is much simpler.

Before Mistera declared the demise of the goblin empire, the goblins here had collapsed and fled in scattered areas, and then they were attacked by three return contingents.

The cancellation of professional identity is the last straw that crushes camels, leaving them without even a chance to escape, and in fact they have lost the confidence to escape.

The goblin is finished!

This fact makes all goblins completely desperate.

They fell to their knees in a pool of blood and let out helpless wailing.

Perhaps only at this time can everyone feel their human side, so sad and painful.

"Order the attack to stop." Song Jingyang sighed and said, "Tell them that if the country is destroyed, the clan will remain."

The country has been destroyed, and the clan remains!

These words spread quickly throughout the world like the wind, and were also floating above the City of Monkey King.

Worship the City of Gold.

The Tiangong Fortress has risen completely from the ground, like a flat-topped mountain floating above the city of Monkey King, truly revealing its full picture.

This is a flying fortress, nearly 200 meters high and a total of more than 40 floors. The uppermost part is the living area, and the main body of the fortress is the downward.

A large number of artillery were distributed throughout the fortress, like a big hedgehog surrounding the entire fortress. Although the firepower of the goblins is not as strong as that of the human race, they are all system-enhanced artillery, and the individual power is much stronger than that of the human race.

Yuan Chenfei was standing at the top of the fortress at this moment, Du Huaijun, Sels and others stood side by side with him, and below were countless goblins kowtowed and bowed.

The fall of the City of Monkey King was easier and smoother than expected.

The collapse of the energy tower was accompanied by not only the physical defense line, but also the psychological defense line of the goblins also collapsed. The pope died in battle, the fortress was seized, the loss of defense, and the army entered the country. Not every battle to destroy the country was thrilling to the end, but in fact it was more natural and natural.

When most of the means are destroyed and all accidents are stopped, the ending becomes natural.

From this perspective, even if Du Huaijun did not destroy the gates of the other world and allowed four reinforcements to come, or if Yuan Chenfei did not break the energy tower, the defense cover still existed, it would still not affect the whole battle intention. The only difference is the price paid is the large or small, more or less.

From this perspective, this war of terror to destroy the country was a perfect war.

The perfection lies in the fact that the human race has achieved the greatest victory and achieved fruitful results at the smallest price.

"This is the largest battle I have fought since I joined the army, the fastest battle, and the easiest and the least expensive battle." Du Huaijun sighed: "It completely subverted my understanding of war... I am not used to it."

"Why do you sound unhappy?" Yuan Chenfei asked with a smile.

This statement has no sense of respect at all. If it were the past, some soldiers might think that they would not respect their superiors.

But now people have begun to understand that the word "strong" is synonymous with the superior.

Just like Du Huaijun will no longer say "I will reward him."

He had completely put Yuan Chenfei at a higher level with him, so he became much more polite in his words.

He smiled and said, "Of course not, but you know, this huge difference in cognition is like the day when the gods came, someone told you that Newton's theorem was outdated. It took you almost a year to think you had adapted to this fact, and then you found that you had not adapted to it. New eras, new ways of war, and many things have become different."

"At least it's not completely different. Artillery washing the floor and carpet bombing, this tactic is at least useful, isn't it?" Yuan Chenfei asked.

"In fact, not all." Du Huaijun replied: "Gomin is a race without natural levels, the weakest race, so artillery cleaning cannons can be useful. But even so, the damage it can cause is limited. As long as those alien races have some natural levels, the effect of artillery cleaning will further decrease. Oh, by the way, Song Jingyang just sent me a message and destroyed a Qingkong army. 200,000 artillery pieces and fired tens of millions of shells. Guess how many Qingkong clans will be alive in the end? One third. They are also the only ones who escaped alive."

The Qingkong tribe is not very strong in nature, but even so, one-third of the Qingkong tribes ran away. It can be seen that the combat mode of artillery washing the ground is only effective for weak races like goblins.

Yuan Chenfei said: "It doesn't matter. Isn't there still room for improvement? The natural technology of the human race always has the potential for development, so don't give up easily."

When he said this, he had already brought the momentum of the superior. However, Du Huaijun nodded and said, "That's more knowledge."

"There will be." Yuan Chenfei pointed at the bottom: "We have defeated such a large goblin empire. Although they have lost their abilities, knowledge still exists."

Du Huaijun smiled: "That's right, that's the value of their existence."

The wars of alien races have always been cruel and cannot tolerate mercy. If it were another race, the human race might destroy them.

However, goblins are different. Once this race without natural level loses its identity as a pro, it becomes the most ordinary existence. However, for this reason, it is easy to master. They are wise and have a brilliant history of goblin alchemy. Even if they are no longer professionals, they can still play their role. They have strong fertility, both coolies and cannon fodder are very suitable. They can even be used as food for cyclops. Cyclops are destined to be included in the human battle system, and goblins are their best elixirs and food.

In short, after losing force, this race has no threat to the public and is suitable to become a pawn of the human race.

At this moment, Yuan Chenfei's telephone suddenly rang.

It's a soft baby.

Yuan Chenfei connected: "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Boss, when will you come here? We have occupied the palace and are waiting for you to come and share the spoils!" Rouwa shouted.

Yuan Chenfei was happy: "Several guys, I can't wait to get the benefits. How about it? Are you interested in going to take a look?"

"Okay." Du Huaijun laughed happily.

Goblin Palace.

This place has now been completely occupied by the human race, and Li Zhanjun even sat on the Immortal Throne.

To be precise, it was his act of occupying the palace and occupying the throne that allowed the gods to officially announce the demise of the Goblin Empire.

This is like a standard, just like the game's flag capture.

At this moment, Li Zhanjun Rouwa took turns to sit on the throne, touching east and looking around, and his heart was full of pride.

Li Zhanjun even patted the throne and laughed: "I have been on the throne now. Hello, Yancheng, what are you doing? Come and sit here, let's squeeze together."

Zhang Cheng was rescued by Xia Ning using the resurrection technique. Before he could come back to his senses, he opened his eyes and saw that he was already in the goblin palace, while Li Zhanjun sat on the throne and spoke loudly.

I was a little confused for a moment: "What's the situation?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the war is over and we win." Rouwa replied, holding a hammer in his hand and throwing it up and down.

That was the top version of the craftsman's hammer, but now it fell into Rouwa's hands.

Unfortunately, I can only hold it and throw it away, and it is impossible to use it.

"Have you won? It turns out that I won like this. It seems that I have really missed a good opportunity." Zhang Cheng smiled bitterly.

"It's not considered a missed one. Isn't there still a lot of things I haven't handled?" Liu Li replied.

"What's the matter?" asked.

Xia Ning pointed under Li Zhanjun's butt: "The Goblin Throne, the statue of the craftsman, the hammer of the craftsman, and the treasure house of the Goblin Pope, there are so many benefits that have not been distinguished."

Speaking of the treasure house, Li Zhanjun suddenly became excited: "Yes, the treasure house!"

He doesn't have to think about the immortal throne craftsman statue craftsman hammer, but he can still share the treasure house.

"What's the hurry, wait for Feizi and the others to come." Mu Anshan said: "Stop saying nothing is missing."

Although Li Zhanjun was a little careless, he understood this and could only shout: "Okay."

Ten minutes later, Yuan Chenfei and Du Huaijun arrived.

A soldier rushed over and saluted Du Huaijun: "Report to the commander-in-chief, the palace has been taken down, but the Temple of Craftsman is now guarded by those freelancers, and a treasure house is also found there. We should have taken over, but the other party refused."

"There was no conflict, right?"

"No."

"That's fine, you don't need to ask about that place." Du Huaijun said, turning to Yuan Chenfei and said, "Let's go and take a look."
Chapter completed!