My Turret Has a Caliber of Three Thousand Meters Chapter 102

This phlegm-streaked flamethrower actually linked with his talent to create slime for him!

A total of 50 rounds of capacity, automatic replenishment of bullets after 24 hours!

In other words, he can create 50 slimes in one day!

After 10 days, he will have an army of slimes who are absolutely loyal to him!

Zhao Ritian coughed violently with excitement, his throat was so hoarse that it was almost inflamed, let alone talking, even swallowing saliva felt unbearable pain.

When I came to this world, I saw my talent for the first time.

As long as you are a normal person, you will definitely spit wildly. First, create an army of slimes to protect your own safety, right?

He thought so too.

And he also landed in such a location with water and breadfruit, which was a perfect start.

It stands to reason that the next days should be to grow up!

Until you pull out a slime with an army of millions, or merge into a king slime with super high combat power!

But the question is how can normal people have so much phlegm?

And this talent, the requirements for phlegm are quite high, it must be standard, not standard is not enough.

Who knows!

In the past three months, has he had a psychological shadow about spitting?

He swears!

If there is a chance to return to Blue Star, he will definitely not spit.

No, he can't even spit!

For the first time, he regretted that he was not an old smoker, otherwise he would definitely be a perfect match for this talent. Why didn't he have any hobbies on Blue Star?

He paid the price for making his voice almost useless and unable to speak!

Finally pulled out an army of nearly 100 slimes behind him, including three small teams of melted slimes at the second level!

Relying on this army, he can be considered safe and secure in this valley, and he has lived until now!

Zhao Ritian looked at the pile of green jelly beside him with emotion on his face, with tears in his eyes, he raised his head stubbornly to look at the sky.

This day is finally over!

He, Zhao Ritian, will never spit in his whole life!

Then, he raised the flamethrower in his hand, faced the open space in front of him, and shot all the remaining 49 bullets into the air.

When 49 mouthfuls of thick phlegm fell on the ground, 49 green slimes also rose out of thin air and jumped to Zhao Ritian's side, as if they were looking for their father just after opening their eyes!

"Cool!"

Stare at 49 slimes formed in an instant!

Zhao Ritian couldn't hold back the stinging pain in his throat and let out a high roar.

It's been a long time since he made such a refreshing slime!

During this period of time, he couldn't make slimes because of the sore throat and sore throat. He was about to panic. Without slimes, he could not guarantee to survive in this crisis-ridden world!

Now there is finally hope!

Then—

Zhao Ritian's eyes were full of light, and he looked at the stockpile of phlegm firearms, which still had 9,999.

Sure enough, as he expected, no one bought this useless **** prop!

If, he can buy all this 10,000 phlegm-throwing guns!

it means-

Every day, he can create 500,000 slimes!

In just one day, he can pull out an army comparable to the demon army! !

Give him a year!

He can make Slime's footsteps travel across the entire continent! !

And he, Zhao Ritian, will also have a new title - Slime Emperor!

But the premise of everything is to exchange all these 10,000 flamethrower guns.

He now has no blood sacrifices in his hands.

Zhao Ritian bowed his head and hesitated for a while, then he gritted his teeth, and his heart sank, he took his slime army and walked out of the valley, where there was a gathering of alien players with about thirty or forty people.

Those alien players did not dare to station in the valley.

Because when these players settled in the valley, Zhao Ritian hid secretly, and then when someone woke up in the middle of the night, he sent an army of slimes to swarm them.

After several nights, the group withdrew from the valley.

It's been half a month.

He has never dared to rush out directly and kill these alien players.

One is because he is afraid of death, the second is because he is afraid of death, and the third is because he is really afraid of death.

What if I die?

Although the racial talent of the human race can give him an extra life, if his slime army is exhausted, he will survive and there is no way to rely on it.

In this way, he has been in this valley for three months!

But today, he is not ready to beg!

Zhao Ritian walked out of the valley with a firm pace, with a flaming flame burning in his eyes!

The title of the Slime Emperor kept roaring in his heart!

He wants to be the emperor of slimes, and he must find a way to earn 1w blood sacrifice points at the end of the event, and exchange all the phlegm fire guns!

Today is the first day of the rise of the Slime Emperor in future history books!

He, Zhao Ritian, is the future Slime Emperor!

Be the enemy of the world!

Zhao Ritian, while constantly encouraging himself in his heart, while a thick flame burning in his pupils, walked out of the valley step by step with firm steps!

And behind him are more than a hundred.

Jumping slime!

Like a king surrounding him, he followed behind Zhao Ritian and jumped forward!

However, at this time, Chen Jiang didn't even know that there was a slime emperor working hard, and he didn't know that Feng Jiutian was staring nervously at his blood sacrifice site.

He was staring nervously at his blood sacrifice point increase.

"Player Chen Jiang blood sacrifice point: 41239."

"Player Chen Jiang blood sacrifice point: 42392."

"Player Chen Jiang blood sacrifice point: 42481."

Soon, soon, it will be 50,000 immediately.

Chen Jiang narrowed his eyes and waited patiently for the last time.

At this time, except for some scattered players, I don't know what I thought to buy those props, and no one bought them anymore.

At present, the total inventory of these five items is 49,982.

In other words, he only needs to wait for another ten minutes and more than 7,000 blood sacrifice points, and he can take all these five items into his arms.

But at this moment-

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Global Horn!"

"Feng Jiutian, a mechanical player, said, "Chen Jiang, do you think that you are already 100 percent away from the sniper of the three-star props? ""

""You keep staring at that prop and see who he ends up with in three minutes. ""

Standing beside a meat valley, Feng Jiutian breathed a sigh of relief after the global horn.

Twelve of them, they have already raised a total of 48w blood sacrifice points when the event has just started!

Just wait another three minutes!

They will raise a total of 5w blood sacrifice points, and put all the five props in the bag!

But don't know why.

Obviously, he is only one step away from success, but he is getting more and more uneasy inside!

Chapter end

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