There is no place where there are more radiation beasts than the Iron Sand Desert.

Killing at night takes place more than one place.

The next day, when the electronic sign at the entrance of the gasoline town was refreshed, everyone's eyes fell off.

No matter how crazy the gambler is, he never thought of this scene.

Except for the number one Raiders team, the second to ninth place were all replaced.

The new ranking is-

Mechanics Team

Firestealers Team

Turfgrass Team

Gasoline worshippers

Symbiosis Team

Gray-eyed sect

Miyamoto Sanzo

Senior engineer

Black God

"This, this this--"

"Impossible, is it a problem with the electronic card, or is there a bug in the battlefield communication device?"

Several old hunting teams are fine, but their peers vaguely feel that they are holding their ultimate moves, but the symbiosis team, gasoline worshiper, black god-

Who should send these three?

Soon someone revealed the origin of the 'gasoline worshiper'.

"You mean, they are warlords?"

"Why should warlords participate in the war in our ranks!"

"Those bunch of crappy dogs are not as good as those."

"Haha, without the indigenous garbage you mentioned, the defense line would have exploded long ago."

The yelling and yelling were connected.

The 'Gas Worshipper' was the subordinate of a large indigenous warlord.

The achievements must be the water of the vast ocean.

However, since you can get on electronic cards, it at least means that this "organizational score swipe" behavior also complies with the rules.

After the quarrel and complaints ended in vain, the mechanical hunters soon turned their attention to another level.

Hunting the highest level monsters by a single player.

Takashi, Miyamoto Sanzang.
Chapter completed!