Chapter 96 Do you want to go into battle in person?
"What a big firework." Feier stood on the hillside, looking at the scene projected in the dark red windshield, and couldn't help but whistle: "It's really spectacular."
In the mist as thick as rain in the distance, the majestic high cliffs stand here like the shadows of ancient times. For thousands of years, overlooking the mangroves at your feet and the birds, insects and fish living in them, it is like overlooking the luminous algae growing wantonly on the boundless seabed.
, as well as shells and crabs that move freely through the holes in the coral reefs. They make a living by scavenging in the dirty mud, and after they die, they turn into food for the next scavenger, repeating the muddy process, just like life.
To them, they are actually just the tracks left by the wheels in the mud. Although they are moving forward, they are repetitive and boring.
Now, a grand fireworks has awakened their dormant memories in the blood of their ancestors, prompting them to recall a tsunami, an earthquake, the eruption of an undersea volcano, and even the drift of a continental plate in the most distant moment... When they
Running away in the boiling blood and flames, I looked up blankly and saw the huge castle in the mist being covered in flames. When the rumbling sound of collapse sounded like thunder, would I think of it as a huge abyss in the deep sea, heading out?
Braving the endless sticky blood?
Those blazing flames are the lava flowing across the crater, the splashing mud, sand and gravel are the volcanic ash that blocks the sky, and those collapsed spiers, bell towers, towers, high walls and stone pillars are undoubtedly the result of the
The strong impact force from the ground sprayed high into the sky, and after reaching the highest point, the gray haze-colored eruption columns slumped and broke. Those miserable and diffuse smoke columns were more choking than the thick smoke spewed from the huge chimney of the Lutar Steam Engine Plant.
There are enough people to drown a hundred giants and the inhabitants of a hundred cities inside, causing them to suffocate to death.
There is no doubt that this is a man-made spectacle, a man-made destruction, and a brilliant achievement of human intelligence.
"Now, the werewolves of Neo Essu have really turned into a bunch of homeless dogs." Feier pushed the windshield to her forehead, clipping a few golden bangs, and smiled casually: "
But they probably won’t care too much, after all, after tonight, they will have a new, broader home under the swamp.”
Just need to pay a small price.
Suddenly there was a noise of propellers overhead. Feier raised her head and saw countless silver-white airships cutting through the night sky, tearing apart the clouds and fog, and descending over the Xugen Swamp. They were as huge as
The sperm whale swimming in the deep sea projected two bright beams of light from the whale-like searchlight, piercing the dark night obliquely. The beams of light fell from the sky, illuminating the swamp as bright as day.
"Your Majesty." In the sudden strong wind, Dickens held a small magic communicator in his hand, and his voice came clearly and firmly: "The commander of the Death Bird Force sent a message, a total of 212 aircraft.
All airships have arrived at the target area and are ready to release [Final Fire] at any time."
Feier shook his head slightly: "Now is not the most appropriate time."
She looked towards the center of the swamp and narrowed her eyes slightly: "We must deal with Gundaruf and Linsas first. With their strength, once they notice our action of releasing the final fire, they will probably break through forcefully regardless of the consequences.
.But I remember that the expected goal of Operation Fire is to annihilate all the aliens lurking in the Xugen Swamp."
Naturally, this also includes the two leaders of Silver Moon.
"Yes." Dickens also looked in that direction and said, "But it seems that the battle will not end so soon."
In the direction where the two looked, Gundaruf and Linsas had transformed into huge wolves, like ancient behemoths lying in the swamp fog, carrying out crazy slaughter and destruction. Every time they waved their claws
, all seeming to tear apart the void completely, stirring up a whirlpool that swallows everything in the swamp. The constructs of the United Order are as inconspicuous as dust in front of their majestic physiques, and they must concentrate on adjusting the stars in the wingsuit system on their backs.
The direction of the blue magic flow spurt must be changed in time to avoid the claws of the giant wolf. However, even if it is just brushed by the storm set off by the end of the claws, the solid magic-guiding metal shell will immediately be torn ferociously.
The scars, followed by the miniature magic furnace losing its response, extinguished like a dim meteor, disappearing in a flash.
Since the beginning of the war, countless meteors have fallen sadly and sunk in the depths of the swamp. However, new constructs are still taking off from the ground every moment, joining the flight array, and launching with almost no delay.
Emitting endless magic rays, launching continuous attacks on the violent giant wolf. At the same time, the chariot troops on the ground were also gradually advancing, directly knocking down trees, rolling over rotten tree trunks, and spitting out terrifying and thick weapons from the barrel.
The light beams intertwined into an airtight light network, which not only left scars on the giant wolf's body protected by its steel-hard hair, but also evaporated many aliens who took advantage of the chaos to escape, leaving them without even a cry.
If it can be emitted, it will turn into fly ash and disappear without a trace.
Lord Andrew, the Chief Inquisitor of the Balance of Order, is old and strong. He did not choose to drive a robot, but trusted his old partners who had shared weal and woe for many years. He wore the standard armor of the Magic Knight and wielded a huge magical power hammer.
Then he launched a fearless charge towards Gundaruf. The mobile wingsuit system behind him was a simplified version of the fixed wingsuit system equipped by the constructors. Although the durability and durability were worse, the flexibility was far greater.
He won, so that the gray-bearded old man could dodge Gundaluff's violent offensive like a vigorous flying eagle. Sometimes he would use his rich combat experience to speed up the sprint, activate the jet device on the magic power hammer, and use the power of the acceleration.
The astonishing propulsion gave the enemy a fierce hammer blow, with such force that even the giant Gundaruf felt heartbreaking pain, and an angry and savage wolf howl burst out from his throat.
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What makes the experienced Inquisitor more comfortable than other young and strong warriors is that he can even take a hand to help the constructors fighting side by side, lending a helping hand when they are in danger, using his keen battlefield skills.
Intuition, decisive instructions and unhesitating actions saved the lives of many comrades. Under his on-the-spot command and dispatch, the casualty rate of the mechanized troops was greatly reduced. In contrast, Gundaruf and Lin
Sasse is caught in a dilemma.
Although their individual strength is strong, they have too few available helpers. It is better to say that they basically have no reliable teammates. Those aliens who were tempted by the temptation of immortality and joined the war did not have sufficient will and belief to fight. Now they are all
Already trapped in a heavy siege by the religious sect’s troops, not to mention counting on them to support themselves, if they could barely maintain the balance of power without being defeated, it would be considered that the two leaders of Silver Moon had turned the tide.
The anxious situation of the war is generally more beneficial to the United Order. After all, they have far more fresh troops than Gundaruf and his alien allies. The unfolding of the etheric optical position has also eliminated the opponent's only advantage.
The location is advantageous. With one ebb and flow, victory is within easy reach.
But, that would take too long.
"I hope to reduce casualties as much as possible." Feir said concisely: "There is no need to expend too much power on the aliens in the virtual root swamp. They should have a better battlefield - I heard that at the mid-year meeting, Favrona is preparing to dispatch a group of
The army supports the Eastern Continent battlefield. That is the most important war, not the current trivial fight."
She called Gundaruff's long-planned alliance and rebellion a "little fight," and Dickens smiled, nodded, and asked: "So, what do you mean?"
"I mean, some people just can't get enough time."
Feier clenched her fists, eyes burning with eagerness to try: "I originally just wanted to come here to fish in troubled waters and help my dearest subordinates with their exams, but the plan has already progressed to this point, how can I just
What about sitting outside the battlefield and watching my soldiers fight alone? The responsibility of command is important, but it is not suitable for me, so Dickens and Christian, I leave this to you."
"I'm going to kill those two guys myself."
She was gearing up, eager to step onto the battlefield now. Dickens was silent, but Christian objected without even thinking: "No, Lord Feir! You should know very well that if your power fully explodes, for this battle -
—No, it is a real disaster for the entire Sicilia Peninsula. Therefore, based on rational considerations, I cannot agree with your decision."
"Don't object in a hurry, Christian." Feier grinned at her, showing two rows of neat and clean white teeth: "I know what you are worried about, but it doesn't matter, just give me five minutes. In five minutes, I will
I can also restrain its power and prevent it from getting out of control. Don’t you think it’s worth it in exchange for the survival of many soldiers in five minutes? Or do you think I can’t kill those two guys in five minutes? Please,
Give your commander more trust. You know, last time Minte asked me what kind of person Mr. Christian is, I said a lot of good things to you. I said you are a beautiful woman, enthusiastic and cheerful.
And optimistic..."
"Stop talking, Lord Feier."
Christian interrupted her calmly, but if you look closely, you will find that her earlobes have been dyed a drunken red: "I hope you remember your promise, and you will leave the battlefield within five minutes, regardless of success. Otherwise.
, I will report this matter to the leader personally..."
"Hey, I understand!"
Before she could finish speaking, Feir's figure had disappeared. Christian and Dickens raised their heads at the same time, barely able to see her appearing in the mist in the distance, flying towards the battlefield in the middle of the swamp at an alarming speed.
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Christian sighed silently and looked away, only to find that Dickens was still looking at the night sky in the swamp. She had argued rationally just now, but now she began to comfort her colleagues: "Are you still worried, Dickens? I don't think so.
I'm too worried. Lord Feier should be more measured..."
"No, I'm just thinking about one thing." Dickens pinched the beard on his chin and thought thoughtfully: "When did that blood moon disappear?"