"Ninety-two magic spells and subdue spirits!" In order to further strengthen the attack he outputs, Yamamoto took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from the inner mezzanine of the samurai suit.

This talisman paper from the strongest Onmyoji Sakuki in Yamato is one of the farewell gifts he left to this country. As the leader of the compromise faction, Sakuki gave up everything and left Yamato long before the war began.

The talisman paper spontaneously ignited without fire, and instantly turned into a wisp of light smoke. The blood-red runes engraved in it turned into a little spark and sank into Yamamoto's body.

Soon, the flame spirit released by Yamamoto changed its previous mechanical void and became as smart as having life.

Yan Ling no longer fought alone and blindly pursued the target, but instead formed many small battle groups to encircle the enemy in a more efficient way.

Following the Yanling is Yamato's samurai team.

After being strengthened by the Onmyoji in the rear, they carried a long sword that could easily cut off the tank and rushed from the low altitude like a human-shaped mecha.

The third-level samurai who have received the blessing of a variety of spells can reach the fourth level in a short period of time, and they are barely qualified to participate in this battle and become one of the cannon fodders.

The power of spells covered inside and outside the body can protect them from being killed instantly by the aftermath, but facing the main force of the upper fifth level, it still can't withstand a few moves.

It is just relying on the relative size of the population to make up for the gap in combat power between Yahe and the invading troops with their lives.

"Why do you need to do such unnecessary resistance?" Bahamut looked at the swordsman who was showing a fanatic atmosphere around him and kept rushing up to die, his face full of confusion.

In its opinion, these poor little ants tried their best and rushed to their side regardless of sacrifice. They could only pierce themselves with a painless mouthful.

The wounds they created can completely heal in a few seconds with the strong bodies of the four sacred beasts.

From a combat perspective, their sacrifices are meaningless.

"This is our country! How can you understand the beasts that do not even have civilization!" Several warriors with red eyes near it answered Bahamut's question with a howl that almost tore through his throat.

"Oh." It slapped the few people into a blood mist with one paw, as if it thought they were too noisy. "Can't you talk well? You have to yell like a madman."

"Have you ever thought about something like civilization back then?" Bahamut sneered at the words of several small people, showing a look of contempt.

When they were killed by humans as spiritual materials in the forest of Secret Realm, no one ever said a word for themselves. Even if mutant creatures have a high degree of wisdom, they can actually communicate with each other. In fact, many people know that.

But everyone pretends to be stupid and is unwilling to take a step to destroy the interests of countless people. Using the excuse of defending human interests, they continue to massacre mutant creatures instead of actively starting communication.

It was not until the White Earth emerged that everything could change.

Now that they are counterattacking humans, these guys actually talk to themselves about the issues of civilization and barbarity? It smiled contemptuously, and then used the laser on its tail to evaporate the annoying blood mist instantly.

"It would be better if the ignorant little bug is gone."

“…”

"Kill the invaders!"

"Defend your home!"

...

"We have no way out because there is Tokyo behind us!"

Although the accusations before the death of several warriors did not touch Bahamut at all, they greatly encouraged the morale of the Yamato Resistance Force.

The scene of the comrades' generous death undoubtedly increased the anger of others by a huge margin.

The samurai holding a samurai sword tried his best to squeeze out every part of his strength and tear apart the enemy in front of him.

At their terrifying speed and strange body movements, they shuttled through the scorched hell composed of plasma cannons, lasers and gunpowder on both sides of the battle, protecting their own long-range output and destroying the invading enemies.

The samurai sword with lives in his hands, together with the life field covering the surface of his body, formed a light protective cover to protect them who were shuttled into the rain of bullets.

The fanatical atmosphere on the battlefield even spread to the thermal weapon users in the back line of defense. Even though the operation of modern weapons does not actually rely on the soldiers' own morale, what is more necessary is a calm mind.

However, it gives people the illusion that after such a round of fanaticism, both the fire frequency and the ferocity of the firepower of the weapon themselves seem to have become stronger.

...

"Let the virtual participate in the battle and unlock the password..." Three hours later, Yamamoto decided to open the trump card prepared in advance, because he felt that if he didn't use it, he would have no chance to use it again, because the battle situation would inevitably go in the direction of his own collapse.

The invading troops of Baizhidi this time gathered more than 80% of the high-level mutant creatures in the world, and the opponent did not fight purely on his own naked suit, but were also armed to the teeth by modern weapons.

They are far superior to the Yamato's local resistance army in terms of quantity and quality. It is a miracle that their troops can persist until now with their explosive morale.

"hiss……"

"Hiss..." When someone heard this sound on the battlefield, countless corpses that were frozen instantly also came into their eyes at the same time.

"What's it?!"

"Why did so many people suddenly fall down!"

Wherever the void goes, no matter how enemies or enemies are, as long as the living beings blocking its way forward, they are all frozen into popsicles in an instant.

Because its speed is really too fast, the body composed of liquid light gives it an unparalleled speed of nearly two-thirds of the speed of light, and even the controller itself cannot control this crazy power.

What the controller can do is actually just set a finishing point and then let this unrivaled aircraft, destroy all obstacles that block the road before he can react, and arrive at his destination in a straight line.

The ultra-low temperature of one k of the superfluid surface is enough to eliminate most of the things that are in trouble.

"Bang! Bang!"

The hustle and bustle battlefield suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of ice sculptures breaking.

The colorless god of death kept waving his sickle and constantly reaping life on the battlefield.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"What the hell is it?!" Flestein looked at his pierced claws, his eyes full of confusion.
Chapter completed!