Chapter 1245 The Eve of the Decisive Battle Part 1 (Second update)
The two veterans of the tactical support team holding double-barreled fusion melt left the team, and under the cover of heavy bolter machine gun fire behind them, they walked step by step towards the two tactical teams to provide them with fire support. They aimed their guns at the blur that rushed towards them.
Hound creatures, star-like shining high-temperature heat rush towards these monsters that are not afraid of standard 0.75 caliber explosive bombs.
Even in the messy environment, the wails of extradimensional creatures were still creepy. The veterans released their triggers and melted the red-hot slate. The monsters disappeared without a trace, leaving only malicious wails, curses and curses.
Vicious words dripped from their tongues, cursing the humans who killed them.
The Imperial Guards in crimson shirts also walked into the black-robed wizards at this time, like a lion walking into a flock of sheep.
The Guardsmen waved their halberds seemingly casually, and the blades flashing with electricity easily broke through the shields, killing the wizards around them who were trying to attack. From time to time, the guard spears spit out dazzling gun flames, accurately hitting some people who were attacking.
The wizards and praetorian guards who took key measures opened up a fire channel full of corpses and blood among the witchcraft and the crowd. The emperor stepped down from the high platform and waved the holy sword to break one after another witchcraft that was constantly taking shape in the air. Briefly
His foresight was completely unable to avoid the emperor's sword, and the illusory light would be shattered in the blink of an eye.
The light he emitted caused those spirits to feel unspeakable pain. The wizard who had made a contract with the spirit was in great pain because of the wails and screams of his companions. The spirit screamed and dived into deeper dimensions, trying to hide under the water to escape death.
For some wizards, losing the messenger to communicate with the outer dimension also lost the most powerful means of casting spells. They tried to use other weak spells to attack the emperor. Some of them even took out different firearms from various eras, ranging from guns to
Bullets or energy spewed out of his mouth. However, a barrier blocked their offensive. Wanda Maximoff waved the snake bone staff, and scarlet tide appeared out of thin air and then submerged the human body, leaving only pale bones in place. The bullets came from
Flying through the crowd, explosions, high-speed flying fragments and molten metal jets destroyed the unprotected fragile human body, sword blades and chain saws cut open the limbs after losing the witchcraft, black blood, bone residue, and mince-like internal organs.
, a bullet.
The knight captain stepped forward quickly, raised the plasma pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger. The high temperature, flash, and turbocharged plasma evaporated all organic matter, and finally exploded into orange-red fire. The Praetorian Guards waved their halberds and were cut apart.
The human body drew an arc and fell into the crowd. The gunfire of the bolt weapon and the orange-red spark shield kept flashing in the cold hall.
More and more people choose to surrender. They hold their heads and lie on the floor covered with pus, blood and stumps. Even if the emperor's boots pass in front of them, most people still dare not move. The temple gradually becomes quiet.
Coming down, the air was filled with the stench of rocket propellant, witchcraft and death. The Hell Knights and Praetorian Guards followed the emperor's footsteps, using their weapons to clean up the wizards who were not completely dead one by one.
In less than five minutes, the army created by the emperor killed more than 150 wizards who tried to resist, and lost more than 5 people. The smell of human excrement when they died filled the entire temple, and the blood-red
The thick liquid flowed along the cracks in the granite floor and slowly slid into the temple's ditch. This was a serious blow that the Earth Magic School had never suffered. For the first time, all the wizards who came here understood how tolerant the Supreme Mage was in the past.
Precious, many survivors also realized that the entire magical world would undergo earth-shaking changes.
"He's paying the bills," Monaco said. "We are his sacrifice."
"Shut up, old guy!" Count Cooz was lying on the ground and cursed Monaco in a low voice. He had long since taken off the black cloak that hid his identity. The originally smooth black bear skin cloak was scorched by the fire of witchcraft, because around him
The unlucky man's blood became sticky and smelly, and soon he would attract flies. He lay next to a bloody rib, which might have belonged to one of his friends thirty seconds ago, but Kehoe
Count Ziz was certain that the intestine belonged to another person.
"Shut up, I beg you, Monaco!"
The old British man curled his lips and continued to kneel with his stiff back, but the stickiness under his palms and the bloody smell in his nose made him feel nauseous.
"These Kama Taj mystics will serve as my representatives. They will carry a formal order and follow you to the sect's stronghold. As my representatives, they will count all the mystic books and magic weapons and register them to help you.
Organize and summarize all experiments that have been conducted and are currently ongoing, conduct safety assessments, and thoroughly identify all possible hidden dangers. "The emperor stood in front of the pile of corpses and announced the future dogma to all survivors of the Vatum Conference."
The wanton life of the past is over. Kama Taj will not approve any dangerous experiments and knowledge without permission. From now on, the world will enter a new era. You can pretend to surrender, but my army will always
I will find you, no matter which planet you are on."
All the survivors stood in front of the hundreds of steps of the Watum Temple. Dozens of soldiers in power armor stood together with the mystic of Kama Taj in short robes and holding magic weapons, staring closely at them.
.The survivors watched the emperor's army enter the temple with flamethrowers, while they stood shivering in the heavy rain, letting the rain rob their body temperature without using any magic to protect themselves-sometimes the rain turned into hail, sometimes it
It was as hot as boiling water, and sometimes even smelled like metal. Unless they were allowed to do so, they were not allowed to protect themselves. After a while, greasy and thick black smoke came out from the gaps in the stones, and there was a continuous stream of smoke.
The explosion began to shatter the rocks, the flames flowed through all the granite like liquid, and the ancient temple was instantly covered in fierce fire.
A giant aircraft descended from the turbulent dark clouds, and the flashing thunder between the clouds flowed on its golden armor. The aircraft slowly landed on the makeshift platform, and the originator of the massacre at the Temple of Watum was once again covered in armor.
The cloak stood firm in the roaring wind. A new era is coming, but on the eve of this new era, countless blood will continue to flow and be completely forgotten.
Enuratu looked at the prefabricated baffle erected outside the rebel hall with a frown. The expansion bolts passed through the holes under the baffle and nailed it firmly to the ground. A large number of explosion-proof sandbags were piled behind the baffle.
Prevent outsiders from entering here. These strong bunkers that can protect against explosive bombs are not to block attacks from either side, but to block the intensifying storm and the stones and branches blown up by the wind. The fiercely burning brazier is constantly
The strong wind that penetrated the hall was swaying, unable to provide any more warmth, and the generator hummed to provide more light and hope for the rebel camp.
This hall has never been so lively, and there are more than just Paititi people who follow her. Giants in power armor, skinny Yasoks, and Paititi people who have experienced a counterattack war are all gathered here.
At the same time, even ordinary residents of the small town of San Juan were brought here to avoid disasters. According to expert assessment, this cave can withstand a considerable degree of earthquakes, but they still retained an outward escape channel to escape
Floods and collapses.
It is now six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky is slowly beginning to fade from the clouds.
The time to launch the attack was getting closer and closer, and the Hell Knights became more and more silent. Apalisha silently polished the execution ax and stuffed bullets into the heavy bolt pistol one by one. A few hours ago,
The Praetorian Guards and their master suddenly disappeared and were told that they would return here before the attack. Aparisha knew that regardless of whether the Praetorian Guards and the Emperor could arrive on time or not, the attack would begin as planned. However, the current situation
It was very different from before. Heavy rains and storms were getting more intense, mountain collapses occurred frequently, all aircraft entered low orbit in advance to avoid the storm due to potential risks, and some assault tanks and armor were buried under the soil.
Before the battle even started, the Hell Knight's armor strength had already been lost.