"We have to find you a more valuable opponent." The Witch King Saruman frowned and looked at the efficiency curve of falling like jumping off the building on the screen. He seemed to feel uncomfortable. He stroked his beard: "According to the experience value data you provided, it will take at least nine months for us to wait for you to advance to the legend. There is not so much time in this world to wait for you."

It is enough to create a legendary character from scratch in three years. So, is it shocking enough? Sima Qing felt a little dazed. The more he understood the world in depth, the more he could realize how terrifying the concept of legend is.

But as the Witch King said, no matter which world, I'm afraid I can't wait for nine months.

Although various news about chaos is being widely popularized to the public, and ordinary people are also aware that unprecedented challenges and crises are approaching, the real countdown to the doomsday is still kept confidential in the relevant departments and the Academy of Sciences.

In the real world, the curtain from outer space is like a declaration of destruction written on the universe. The scientific officials in the Academy of Sciences are sure that even if it is a visual effect without entity, the energy contained in it is enough to round and flatten the entire solar system.

In the game world, the blood mist that just broke out was just an appetizer. Everyone who knew the truth knew that Chaos's next counterattack would be more suffocating.

There is not much time left for humans.

"Three days later, I will go to the second round of roulette with those who disagree. Before I set out, I have to solve your problem first." The virtual screen in front of the Witch King Saruman scrolled rapidly, and every second it was sliding the screen with data in jitters: "Okay, it's it. Although it's a pity, it's useless to keep it."

The Witch King Saruman seemed to have found something in the database that satisfies him: "I will take you to dominate the nest sealed under Aisinger in a while. According to human definition, the nest owner is at least a legendary monster, which can provide you with a lot of experience."

It seemed that he could sense the malice from the Witch King. A harsh scream that only psychics could hear echoed in the sea of ​​psychic energy. All the insects bound to the place on the metal platform instantly regained their freedom and rushed to attack Xu Yichen.

Unfortunately, Xu Yichen's understanding of these insects has exceeded his understanding of steaks. It is somewhat inaccurate to use the slaughter of the ox to describe the massacres on the platform.

No bug can get close to the area of ​​half a meter near Xu Yichen. On this platform of less than 8,000 square meters, it is full of more than 5,000 bugs, but this is meaningless.

Xu Yichen knew the fastest reaction speed of each type of insect. He could counterattack and dodge calmly according to the different attack speeds and volume differences of different types of insects, and find the safest position in the insect swarm, the most comfortable starting angle, and create the greatest killing.

Here, the number of the most powerful weapons of the bugs has become their biggest weakness.

Sima Qing was startled by the sudden riot. During this period, he had become accustomed to the continuous massacre of these insects by Xu Yichen like models. Now, when these insects moved, he realized for the first time how powerful the race was to humans.

"These witch kings are all crazy people. I hope this kind of thing will not appear in reality. We have enough trouble." Sima Qing sighed while starting to record the scene in front of him.

As the number of Zerg individuals on the metal platform became smaller and smaller, the Zerg nest owner, who was suppressed at the bottom of Aisinger, continued to set off storms in the sea of ​​psychic energy. The harsh whistle of psychic energy even made the staff in Aisinger look dizzy, tinnitus, and bleeding from the seven orifices.

But the Witch King Saruman sat on his huge chair, leaning on a staff in both hands, and watching Xu Yichen's insect removal performance with great interest.

When the efficiency of the art of killing reaches its limit and maintains it, it is more like an art.

Every step, every start, every turn, every time Notten turns, is the optimal solution obtained through careful calculations. Although this choice has often become a subconscious feedback from muscles and nerves, this is the charm of empirical science.

Warriors can see the ultimate charm of skills from it, while the witch kings taste the crystallization of mathematics and wisdom.

When Xu Yichen completed his last spin, the [Fight Disaster] big sword was just right when it was put into the sheath of the sword, allowing the constantly rotating sword blade to pass through the nerve core of the last samurai insect, as if the samurai insect took the initiative to face the sword blade and committed suicide.

When its huge body fell, it was also the time when [War Disaster] returned to the sheath.

If you have good spatial memory, you will find that when Xu Yichen stood firm, the position where he stood with his feet was exactly where he stood when the insects burst out. After an hour and eight minutes of killing, Xu Yichen perfectly returned to the position where he started.

Pa, pa, pa, pa...

The Witch King Saruman clapped: "The wonderful performance, this is the idea I have been trying to instill in other extraordinary people, but unfortunately they will never understand the mystery."

Celistein also applauded. She witnessed all this throughout the whole process and brought it into her. She found that she could not last for three minutes at all. Her attributes could not keep up, and her mind could not do the calculations of Xu Yichen's level.

This is not just a gap in strength, Xu Yichen has already begun to possess the power of a legendary strong man.

Sima Qing was already lying on the ground and unconscious. All the intelligent creatures in Aisinger, except for the witch kings, Xu Yichen, and Celistein, were already in a coma.

The long-term whistle of the nest owner's psychic energy caused serious mental damage to these non-psychic sensitive people.

Outside the city of Aisinger, a large number of insect swarms are rolling in, making this city that has been surrounded for many years tighter.

The swarm was launching a fierce attack on the city, but its guards could not respond. Only those magical instruments that responded automatically were launching counterattacks on the swarm. Countless combination spells fell into the swarm like rain, but could only cause insignificant damage. The swarms that had been fighting against the Witch King for a long time have evolved additional magic resistance, but they hid this fact so deeply before that, even the Witch Kings had not discovered any magic resistance individuals.
Chapter completed!