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"That's right." Bellinger nodded in agreement, and said, "Our enemies are not only the mysterious forces. Besides the mysterious forces, there are also the Temple of Darkness and the Temple of Light."

"If we choose to fight head-on with the mysterious forces, even if we win in the end, we will definitely suffer heavy losses. At that time, the Temple of Darkness and the Temple of Light will not miss the opportunity. It is not difficult to guess what our result will be."

After hearing Bellinger's words, everyone's expressions changed again.

Yes, the enemy is not only the mysterious forces.

The Temple of Darkness and the Temple of Light are also their enemies, and they are powerful enemies!

"But, if we don't fight hard, what else can we do?" The fat man frowned, and his frowning eyes were almost gone.

Angela hesitated for a moment, and said: "How about...send some people to the Temple of Heavenly Immortals through the teleportation array, and then rush back from the Temple of Immortals to the Evil Emperor Canyon to attack the mysterious forces from behind. What do you think?"

"Even if it is a pity that it succeeds in the end, there will still be a lot of losses. The strength of the mysterious forces is quite strong, there is no doubt about it." Sophie shook her head and said.

"Then what should we do?" Angela sighed heavily and said anxiously.

How can there be no loss if you want to deal with the mysterious forces?That's almost impossible.

Unless...unless a miracle happens!

However, if miracles happen casually, can miracles still be called miracles?

"Fuck, anyway, I don't care so much. No matter what, we must kill those garbage!" The fat man's eyes were full of fierceness, and he said coldly, "It's really not possible, my brothers will blow themselves up, even if we die together, we have to let them know , we are not easy to bully!"

"Explode your grandma's size!" The big hooligan glared at the fat man fiercely. This fat man is bloody and bloody, but why is he so brainless?

"Boss, what do you think we should do?" The fat man sighed forcefully, looked at the big hooligan and asked.

"How many new magic light cannons are there now developed by the dwarves and goblins?" The hooligan asked, ignoring the fat man, turning to look at Sylph.

Sylph made some calculations and said, "There are almost [-] of them. The power of the new magic light cannon has been greatly improved compared to before, and the manufacturing speed will inevitably decrease."

"Three hundred doors..." The gangster wiped his nose, lost in thought.