In less than an hour, the Dream was blocked by twelve spaceships.
These twelve spaceships obviously belong to three different forces, which can be easily seen from the shape and external pattern of the spaceships.
The leading spaceship is a circle larger than the other spaceships, and the newly promoted middle god is in the cockpit of that spaceship. He has long hair with a golden shawl, handsome appearance, and a slender figure. He is exactly the kind of handsome man that countless girls admire.
He confidently picked up the communicator and shouted at Gu Ding and his party.
"Everyone of the Guding Pirates, let's just get caught, you won't be able to escape."
"Really? If you want to catch us, let us see how capable you are." Gu Ding grinned and looked at the twelve spaceships in the video projection.
After Guding's voice fell, Fate and Docter, who were eager to try, jumped out of the hatch of the spaceship one after another, and then the hatch closed automatically.
The fleet of twelve spaceships is full of differences.
In the leading spaceship, the lord god with blonde hair had a surprised expression on his face.
A lower main god behind him was also stunned for a moment, and then said, "Master, it seems that they only sent two people..."
"Everyone in the Guding Pirates, I think you must have made a mistake. We have twelve spaceships here, with a total of ninety-eight people!" The blond middle god shouted at the Guding Pirates again.
"No mistake, we only sent two people because they are enough to sweep you away." Guding's voice came back again.
Guding's words naturally aroused the anger of these pursuers.
"Too arrogant!"
"It simply didn't take us seriously!"
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"Master, what should we do now?" On the leading spaceship, a lower-ranking god asked the blond youth again.
"There is a price to be paid for arrogance! They only sent two three-star Asura fighters to fight... Kill their two companions as a warning!" The blond young man's eyes also became cold.
Following the order of the blond youth, dozens of main gods on the twelve spaceships came out from the hatches of their respective spaceships.
After all the other main gods had arrived, the blond young man slowly stepped out of the hatch of the spaceship.
With his hands behind his back, he looked at Fate and Docter from a distance, and looked them up and down.
"It's just two three-star Shuras, how dare you provoke our hundreds of main gods?!"
"Hey, is your math taught by your physical education teacher? You can't even count. You are obviously only ninety-eight!" Docte sneered.
"Two young people who don't know how to live or die!"
The blond-haired young man's face was slightly ugly. He didn't expect that the other party would dare to mock him at such a time. "You don't have to be scruples, and you don't have to talk about morality. Kill these two little guys first. The rest of the Guding Pirates will come out naturally."
The blond-haired youth seemed to be quite prestigious among the group of people. With his order, the rest of the next main gods swarmed in the direction of Fat and Docter.
Seeing the crowd swarming in, Docte remained indifferent. He crossed his arms and stood proudly in the void, without any intention of moving his position, and it seemed that he was not ready to make a move.
Fate held it in the air with one hand, and a long black stick slowly condensed into shape in his hand.
This long black stick is nearly 1.8 meters long, and the whole body is black, but with gilt stripes, and the whole is made of metal.
This stick is naturally a master artifact, to be precise, it is just a human-level divine weapon. However, for the current Fate, it happened to bring the power of such a weapon to the extreme.
Fat held a long stick in one hand, and the secret pattern of ninety laws lingered all over his body, and at the same time passed it to the divine weapon.
"Knock the mountain and shake the tiger!"
With a low shout, he stretched out his right hand holding the stick, and the long stick seemed to be casually heading towards the attacking crowd.
As he stretched his arm forward, the volume of the long stick skyrocketed. When his arm was fully stretched out, the long stick had turned into a giant hammer with a length of tens of thousands of meters, rushing towards it. Many of the main gods collided and went away.
His move seemed slow, but it was actually extremely fast.
A stick was handed out, and the dozen or so people who rushed to the front could only watch helplessly as the giant stick hit like a giant hammer, without even a chance to dodge, they were directly bombarded and flew out.
With just one stick, the blood and flesh of sixteen people were flying. Although they were not fatal, their bones were broken and their flesh was torn apart. He even passed out and lost his combat power directly.
"hey-hey… "
Fat was naturally satisfied with the effect of this blow, he had basically never been a main combatant. It was the first time he had the opportunity to sweep the opponent with this posture, and it turned out that this feeling was really cool.
The power of Fate's stick was so extraordinary that everyone who rushed from behind became a little vigilant.
Even the blond youth frowned slightly.
"Duanyue intercepts the flow!"
Fat shouted again, and struck out with the long stick in his hand, like a monstrous giant palm, slapping towards the remaining eighty or so main gods.
Like a city wall, it stands in front of everyone.
Many main gods were much more cautious this time. Many people retreated violently when the stick was dancing, and bombarded towards the stick, trying to break through the stick's interception.
However, because they couldn't dodge in time, a few people hit the long stick and flew out like before, vomiting blood.
Compared with the effect of the previous move, Fat was not satisfied with this move.
He frowned slightly, his palm trembled, the long black stick rolled like a giant python, and a powerful shock force attached to it, at the same time, he swung his arm sideways.
"Sweep Wanfeng!"
Like a long whip, the long black stick was drawn horizontally towards the void.
This move is not only extremely feminine, but also silent and extremely fast.
With a sound of "咻", the long black stick swept out.
Then, there was a series of mournful howls from a distance.
The corner of Fate's mouth raised slightly, this move was unexpected and swept out, most of the remaining seventy or so people have already been hit.
And it turns out, it is.
More than 70 people, more than 30 people were swept away in an instant, and their bones were shattered and their flesh was mutilated by the long stick. There are less than forty people who can still stand in the void normally...
But Fate looked at the end of the long stick, and a thin figure stretched out a palm to stop the long stick. And behind him are the next main gods who have not been affected by this blow.
"Although you are only a three-star Shura, your actual combat ability is really beyond my imagination." The blond young man smiled and looked at Fate, "However, no matter how powerful you are, you are only a Shura. The combat power of the next main god. It is still far from my middle main god."
"Remember, my name is Brin. Today I will let you see the combat power of the real median god!" The blond young man stretched out his hand towards Fate.
"Hey, don't you know, is it impolite to casually enter other people's battlefields?" At this moment, a voice sounded behind Fate.