The second "level team competition" ended faster than the first one.

Just like other regions, District 1 has given up the "Secret Team Competition" after the failure of the strongest "Secret Team Corps".

The second "Super-level alien beast army" seems certain, no matter who looks like it is just cannon fodder sent by Augustine to preserve his face.

Cannon fodder also has the dignity of cannon fodder.

When Dasan announced the start of the game, the moment the countdown ended, the "Super-level alien beast corps" in District 1 actually rushed towards the alien army in a group.

"Well……"

The "Rick Hunting Alien" looked at the "fine-toothed Alien" that flashed past. Its void trap just trapped the invisible void, and this "chief think tank" couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Its plan this time is a little different from the previous one.

The last game appeared in the middle of the opponent's formation, hitting the surface with points, and then surrounding the surface with points.

This time, "Crocod Hunting Alien" wants to play a more ruthless and straightforward way, that is, directly surround the point with the surface.

If the "fine-toothed alien" is just oneself, it will be easier to break into the opponent's formation.

Although its "space trap" will not cause all opponents to lose their ability to move, it will definitely slow them down and restrict their discreteness.

The alien army will then come and also surround the enemy with a "hive" formation, thus annihilating the opponent at all costs.

The "Rick Hunting Alien" expected the opponents to concentrate or disperse, and expected that they would fight back together or even lengthen the front line.

However, it still misjudged the determination of this "Super-level Beast Corps". On the premise that they could not avoid, retreat, and win, they actually chose the most tragic and fastest way to die.

Of course, the "Rick Hunting Alien" is just a brief embarrassment.

Its arrangement is just a pre-war plan.

The alien's on-the-spot reaction, their excellent combat senses, and their unparalleled cooperation are the real key to victory.

The truth is, so.

When the "fine-toothed alien shape" was pounced on the air, facing the "Supreme Beast Corps" that was rushing towards me wildly, the alien army faced with the same crazy attitude.

"The alien who was injured in the last game rushed to the front."

Garrosh, who had never watched a "level" game seriously, did not miss any details this time.

"It's very simple, this is the most suitable and appropriate choice."

"The death-fighting mode of the team competition can only be added, not replaced, even if the injury is severe."

"No matter how fast the injured alien recovers, the injury will become worse and worse in such a game."

"Only alien civilization can replenish fresh blood when they die in battle."

Alex also looked at it carefully and took Garrosh's words.

"I feel that's their choice."

"The alien master may not have given any orders to let them do this."

Speaker Martin also expressed his views.

"If it were another civilization, if you say that, I would spit your face."

"If it's an alien civilization, is that still necessary?"

"In front of the alien master, the pseudo-god alien is like an ordinary super alien, still following the power and gene suppression of bloodlines."

"These ultimate aliens can dominate the aliens and die for the alien civilization without hesitation, so what's so strange about making such a choice."

Because of the mental barrier, Garrosh was not worried that their spiritual exchanges would be leaked. He was in a good mood and rarely joked with Martin.

"agree."

Speaker Martin nodded heavily.

"The 10,000-level corps on both sides will still fight to the death."

"How long did the last game take? It won't last more than three thousand seconds."

"Why do I feel like this game will be faster!"

Alex's mental power locked in that tragic battlefield. The tone of the first half of the sentence was a little uncertain, but the second half was affirmative.

"The team competition in the final grade has a stable 20 honor points."

"It's not easy to judge the final single-level competition. Let's discuss it with the alien master later. Why don't we send some final peak players?"

"Although our gold medal player is an alien civilization this time, we cannot escape when we should do our best."

Garrosh recognized Alex's judgment and began to plan a "one-on-one match".

"I think so too."

Martin immediately agreed.

Of course, Alex would not have any objection.

In this way, the "big three" in the three major regions have reached an agreement.

The time was less than Alex expected.

More than 10,000 "level alien beasts", and even the civilizations in the second and third regions cannot recognize what race they are. They are already desperate and have no intention of dodging and detour. They just want to fight against the "alien civilization".

Under such circumstances, in less than half of the last game, in just over two thousand seconds, the chaotic and tragic "Gazing Domain" suddenly calmed down.

Ten thousand "level strange beasts" were all killed in battle.

However, this time, there are much fewer "hosts" that "face-hugging bugs" can parasitize.

With the lessons learned from the past, this time, the "level strange beasts" chose to self-destruct when they reached the last moment of their battle.

They gather energy in their chests and then begin the ultimate compression.

If the alien interrupts them during this compression process, it will obtain a "host" that can be parasitic, or a corpse that can be parasitic.

If the alien does not have time to interrupt, it will explode violently when the energy is compressed to a certain level.

Such energy impacts outside the body, perhaps not enough to severely damage the "successful alien beast".

But when it explodes in the body of the "Alien Beast", it can even tear the body of the "Alien Beast" to pieces.

Ten thousand "level strange beasts" can make the "face-hugging bugs" parasitize only about one thousand.

This number is less than one-third of the previous game.

When those "pseudo-gods" in a large area saw this, few of them could laugh.

The reason is very simple. How can the "alien civilization" with nearly 100 billion "super aliens" care about how many "hosts" can parasitize and how many "super aliens" can be born?

Even "super-level creatures" are nothing to a "alien civilization" with more than 1.5 million "super-level aliens".

"Do you still want to continue?"

Although Dazan is not as happy as in the last game, his mood is not too bad.

He looked at a large area from a distance and asked with a smile.

Augustine subconsciously looked at the second area.

Wilmot, the "Speaker No. 1" of the Second Region, looked at the "Gazing Domain" from afar, as if he did not feel Augustine's gaze.

“Yes, Dazan.”

"We want to continue!"
Chapter completed!