Apocalypse Gacha Chapter 1211- Second trump card

These branches were too quick and silent, so those watching only saw it now. When they exclaimed, the branches had already touched the Saint Father.

But in truth, it was slightly away.

At the final moment, the Saint Father felt something at his feet and moved forward, causing the branches to miss.

But Professor He was here, and Saint Father couldn’t dodge. Although the slicing motion was slightly out of shape due to his dodging, it still touched Professor He.

He couldn’t let the lizardman hit him.

Both sides clashed.

Professor He lost control again and flew a distance away. He didn’t fall on the walls but on the ground. Professor He didn’t manage to stop and even scattered large amounts of dirt around, leaving a deep hole.

The branches lengthened and moved toward the side, going from thrusting to whipping. They swung toward the Saint Father.

The Saint Father frowned and retreated. He waved his hands at the same time to hit the branches. After hitting, those branches flew in another direction.

But before he could do anything, a light flew from the Imperial City and hit his body.

The entire battle was relentless, and the atmosphere became really weird.

At this point, everyone knew that Cloud Peak and the Posthumous People had set this trap.

Of course, if they could hurt the Saint Father, it would then be called a trap. If they couldn’t, it would be a joke.

But you couldn’t deny that the moment Professor He appeared and attacked, the branches sneaked in, and then the ranged attack hit; those few rounds were perfectly connected.

Many Posthumous People woke up from the despair and felt some hope.

There was no chance that this battle would stop.

Saint Light Hall attacked again, and the Saint Father swept the city walls, which caused the battlefield to get busy again. This business was also filled with a thick blood scent.

Everyone would secrete hormones from fighting, but when the excitement faded, those who managed to persist were because they were fighting for their race.

The battle was still intense, but there was sadness to it.

Everyone risked their lives, but they also felt numb and tired.

They didn’t know what warriors on both sides felt in the past; were they the same as them? But if they had a choice, they didn't want to fight.

As members of a civilised society, the evolved from Earth knew that once a team lost 30% of their troops, they would lose combat strength. If they lost 40%, they would basically collapse.

Now, be it Saint Light Hall or Posthumous People, their losses were over this ratio. The reason why they didn’t collapse was because of the nature of this battle.

But that didn’t mean they would fight forever. Both sides could sense each other's resistance to fighting.

But everyone knew that they couldn’t stop this war. The person who could stop it was in the air.

There was a moment when warriors on both sides wanted the outcome to be out.

Saint Father was tired. His hands and body were injured.

He was shocked at how tough and sharp the monster’s scales were. He was shocked at the speed and strength of those branches. He was also shocked at the terrifying energy of that light.

He wouldn’t care much about them if he were at his peak. But he was weak. After taking those hits, he was injured.

It wasn’t serious, but it gave the enemy confidence.

Just look at how the attacks didn’t stop, and he knew that these people wanted to kill him.

Saint Father was furious. He looked at the giant machine that revealed itself from behind a building. He ignored it. He pointed to the ground, and an invisible wave charged toward a patch of dirt beneath the walls.

“Come out!”

That wave hit the ground, causing the soil to flip. Large amounts of soil and stone then exploded in all directions, hitting both the Posthumous People and Saint Light Hall warriors who reached the walls.

Everyone watched as a giant black tree appeared. It quickly exceeded the height of the wall and shook off the soil to reveal a large number of leaves.

There was a crystal-like tree and a beautiful female body surrounded by green liquid hidden in it. The entire body was in that liquid, which made it hard to spot. That beautiful female face was obvious, but now it was filled with rage and some pain.

Saint Father’s attacks had hurt her.

This was naturally the second trump card to deal with the Saint Father, Death King Tree.

“Let me describe you with an Earth language. You are dumb!”

Death King Tree loved to talk. After deciding to become human, she felt that human speech was beautiful. When she was free, she would find people to speak to. Her reputation for talking a lot was far bigger than her evolution level.

Liu Zhenghong helped her get a second body, the giant tree.

If it were the Death King Tree in the past, she definitely wouldn’t face a level nine presence. She wasn’t such a fool. But she craved Life Brain, Cloud Peak Technology, and Ye Zhongming. She wanted to become human, so after agreeing on many things with Ye Zhongming and Cloud Peak, she joined the battle.

Professor He didn’t fear the Saint Father’s pressure because he had lost all fear and was controlled by Cloud Peak.

The Death King Tree dared to challenge the Saint Father because she was close to level nine. The Saint Father’s pressure wasn’t much to her. Along with this fellow’s threat to Ye Zhongming, Death King Tree wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

Now that the Saint Father injured her, it ignited her rage.

No matter how much she wanted to become human, don’t forget that she was still the Roselle Cedar that killed an entire city.

“Dumb guy, I will kill you!”

Death King Tree said viciously and used World Nature!