Rumble

The roar of the big-caliber howitzer made the world tremble, but in the hands of Hanlang, the gun did not stop at once, but kept releasing angry tongues.

Rumble

Rumble

Rumble

Han Lang's right fist continued to smash on the launch key, every time the fire, due to the huge recoil, the huge gun weighing 100 tons will also beat violently, not to mention the bombarded each other, a piece of smoke, everything into nothing.

“Don’t you like to shoot?”. .

“The old man gave it to you!”

"Dare to destroy the good things of Lao Tzu, I will kill all eight generations of your ancestors!"

On the one hand, the crazy fire, and the other side Han Lang shouted and scolded.

Not to mention the forints and his men at the mug, even those salvage workers behind Hanlang are also scared, compared to the forintrin killing chickens and monkeys, Han Lang is the real gun!As long as there are still a shot of shells, the attack will never stop!

Moments later, the shellless shells loaded by the giant howitzer were completely exhausted, and Han Lang was finally moving his hand away from the launch key.

Full attack is the symbol of Han Lang, whether it is in the hands of the weapon or with a giant gun, Han Lang will take the attack as his only way, the killing as his only goal.

A few knives cut off the ropes of those forefathers, and Han Lang rushed into the ruins destroyed by the giant guns with the beasts, and continued to cut the enemy who was still alive, even if there was only a weak respite, he would not hesitate to make up a knife.

Behind a pile of corpses, Han Lang saw Fulin, although the past forint was a very good five-star super-power fighter.But now he is old.The wine had already been emptied.In the face of the mighty Hanlang, Forint felt a complete chill, knowing that although the grade is higher, he could not be the opponent of the young Hanlang.

The performance of the beast warriors and the claws is equally crazy, and 130 of the beasts and gods can be compared with the home of the God of War, not to mention the miscellaneous army of these wild starfields.

Things in the galaxy have always been strange, and most of the high-ranking bandits have gone to the Land of Forgotten, so they come to the Great Wilderness of the Warriors.All are forgotten, including the Forint, so the Hanlang massacre, such as entering no one's land, has no weight in the enemy's land, and there is no enemy who can jump out to stop him.

"You can't escape, my fleet is on its way back!"Fulin's face was gloomy, and he yelled at Hanlang, his body was thin and low, like a coyote who was forced into the corner of death.

Slightly smile.Han Lang shook his head, “You are wrong, I can assure you.”Your fleet cannot return even a survival warehouse.”

Forint jerked and gnashed, gnashing his teeth hard.

Han Lang did not lie, round is constantly reporting the situation of outer space to Hanlang, the claw is a terrible monster, as a frigate, but with cruiser-level fire, in the loss of the strongest flagship, Forint's fleet is a little bit of the claw gnaw, the elimination of the remaining ships, but sooner or later things.

“I fought with you!”Foring roared, jumped up, jumped into the air, and pounced on Hanlang.

Perhaps too long to be a Turkish emperor, the current Forint has just begun to have a little of the elite warrior of the year.

“Shudder?Is it for you?I don’t have that qualification!”

“The way of heaven, break the blow!”

Bombing

No one can see how Han Lang shot down the forints in the air, the scene of the people only saw Hanlang's body suddenly short, followed by a white light rushed into the sky, it is not a laser, but Hanlang's prohibition!

The way of heaven, empty!

The way of the earth, the earth!

Grade has no meaning for a warrior like Han Lang!

As early as his debut, it was famous for the over-the-level beheading!

In addition to the level that can be seen in the world, there are also grades that cannot be seen!

Banned!Anti-poison!The Power of Darkness!The extinct area!All of this is hidden, belonging only to the power of Han Lang!

Forin's body fell heavily to the ground, lifting a layer of dust, and his chest was pierced.

Oh, and rubbed

Han Lang went over and said nothing, cut down his arm directly and pulled out the space ring he was wearing.

Legend has it that the four logic chips found by salvaging the workers are indeed here in Forint.

Huh~

Han Lang took a breath, and his face changed with a little excitement.

Han Lang did not think that when he solved Forint and wanted to leave the undercurrent bunker, he was retained by so many people.

The vast majority of the resident population of the undercurrents are salvage workers, relying on the recovery of robot debris in the sea of stars for a living, and the rest are traders and Fulin's men.

Now among these people, Fulin's men had fled to death, and the workers and merchants, in an almost imploring tone, begged Han Lang not to leave here.

Lynch whispered, "Han Lang, if you go, there will be a Fulin to take over the undercurrent bunker, and then our oppression may be heavier than when Forint was alive, this is the wilderness starland, and the big fist is the only rule here."

"Since you have laid down the undercurrent bunker, why not be the governor or lord like others, but must leave?"

Am I going to take down the underworld?

Han Lang was only very angry, Forint actually maimed to help his salvage workers, to prevent himself from getting the vital robot, Han Lang killed him out of anger, as for the undercurrent bunker, he was the governor, Han Lang did not consider it at all.

A businessman's representative, an old man with goat beards, also advised Han Lang: "In the wilderness starfield, who sets the turf is who, we are very willing to work for your excellency, and the tax can be in accordance with the rules of the Forint era."

"After all, we are businessmen, and when you have broken down the undercurrent bunker, the nearby governors and lords know that the undercurrent bunker has become a landless place, and will surely flock to snatch it up, and a greater riot and war will break out."

“So to lay down the undercurrent bunker and not to accept it would harm all the inhabitants who live here.”

Han Lang is a trance, this truth of course Han Lang can think of, the most valuable wilderness star is the habitable planet, once the undercurrent bunker disappeared the governor.The forces everywhere will never let go of the fat in front of them.

“Unless you have a more important place to go?”The old man with the goateache asked tentatively.

Han Lang sighed a little.Say it.Han Lang really has nowhere to go, the earth can not return, in the forgotten land of robots, the patron will not agree.

According to Han Lang's plan, he was ready to organize mobile shipyards and mining teams, and he would take robots to mine in the wilderness starfields and build second-generation starships that were crucial to him.

“I wanted to take a robbery, and I turned myself into governor.Look at this trouble.”Han Lang whispered in his mouth.

The strangest galaxy in the galaxy, the forgotten.

Planet One, a huge one, belongs to the house of the high patron.

An old man, with a group of students, is observing a model of the Milky Way that cannot be expressed in words.

The radiance is an endless star, forming this hologram of the Milky Way, and the darkness surrounding the Milky Way is the wild star area where Han Lang is at this moment, and can continue to move forward, and can reach the legendary land of death and the turbid star realm.

The blind man.They are asylum seekers.

Although the white eye cannot see things, it is full of wisdom.His students are also the best researchers in the galaxy.

The reason why the patron is so famous is not because of his combat effectiveness, but because of his wisdom.

It has been calculated that if three of the best wise men are in the galaxy, the patron can occupy one of them.

Only few people can figure out why a wise man who is all-galactic, respected, should fight against the powerful Galactic Federation and shelter some of the most notorious criminals in the galaxy in this forgotten land?

The clutter of data is evolving, and asylum seekers sit in the middle of the hall, and hundreds of students from the galaxy’s top scholars, patrons, are rapidly measuring the ever-changing data.

Ordinary people can never understand what kind of research the patron and his students are engaged in, and to understand this mysterious cosmic data model, it takes no less than 385 IQ, plus no less than thirty years of hard study.

Those who can sit here today and help the asylum seekers study and record the model undoubtedly meet this condition.

“Teacher, there has been a noticeable change in the data model, and the fluctuations originate in the wild starfields outside the Milky Way, a place called undercurrent bunker.”Isaac, the chief disciple of the patron, frowned and reported to him.

The asylumker asked in deep voice, "Tell me what data has changed."

“In ten years, the probability of the destruction of the Milky Way has increased from 82 per cent to 83 per cent.”

Hearing this number, even the most calm wise man in the galaxy can't help but frown slightly.

“So, in the wilderness, a demon has been born?”

Isaac said, “Not always, although the risk of the galactic destruction within a decade increases by one percentage point, the probability of the galactic destruction within a century has gone from 98 per cent to ninety-seven per cent.”

Oh ~

The cup of tea in the shelter's hand fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.

Even the most powerful wise men in the galaxy are puzzled by this strange data change.

The risk of the galactic destruction in ten years is increasing, and at the same time, the risk of the galactic destruction within a century is rapidly decreasing.

Is that no reason?

What is happening in the distant wilderness, a rising person, actually increases the probability of the destruction and rescue of the galaxy?

"Re-calculate again."The shelterman said, clearly blind, but looked up into the air.

The result of the second recalculation is still the same.

“A repeat of the third calculation.”

The result of the third recalculation is still unchanged, the probability is an incredible increase, the risk of destruction and salvation increases at the same time.

Huh~

The patron took a breath and asked Isaac, “Do you know why I sheltered all the most hated criminals in the galaxy in a place of forgetting?”. .

Isaac said: "The teacher, considering that the risk of the destruction of the galaxy is rapidly increasing, wants to keep all the forces that human beings can fight against the dark, whether he is a criminal or not."

The patron nodded, “I sheltered the tens of thousands of the most notorious criminals from the galaxy, and I was only at a one percent lower risk of the destruction of the galaxy within a century, and the sudden change in the wilderness starfield actually reduced the probability by one percentage point, which I am incomvenuous.”

"Strive our best men, and I'll know who's in the wilderness, and what he's doing."

“Right away.”