In the central command room, everyone's expressions were not good-looking, and they were worried that Song Zheng might not be able to lose his strength.
But their Excellency the President remained calm and composed, and just said: "Switch the picture to the battlefield."
The technicians worked quickly and transmitted the combat pictures back through some equipment on the front line.
When everyone's attention was focused on the battle scene, he winked at Professor Zhao, and the two of them walked out together. When they reached a deserted place, he asked in a low voice: "Now, what is the success rate of Plan 3?"
high?"
Zhao Tulong touched his chin and lowered his head, quickly calculated, and then said: "It's only about 70%. Your Excellency, are we still executing according to the plan?"
Zhao Tulong did not want to continue pushing forward. Facing such a powerful goal, if the success rate could not exceed 90%, he would be bearing huge risks.
But Qi Zhenyun did not hesitate: "Seventy percent is enough. Go ahead and prepare. Everything will go according to plan."
"All right."
Zhao Tulong left quietly, and Qi Zhenyun returned to the command room. On the illusory screen suspended in the center, Song Zheng was walking step by step towards the demon clan's defense line in the star sea.
His army of slaves were waiting neatly in the distance. Qi Zhenyun frowned: What does this mean? Song Zheng wants to take action personally?
That's great. You can collect his battle data, and the success rate of Plan Three should be increased by 10%.
The first step of the human race's combined fleet's combat plan has been achieved. The strategic goal has been achieved. The previous feint attacks by various forces have already exhausted the monster race, and the defense force of the motherhood seems to be stretched thin.
When Song Zheng appeared on the battlefield, the defense force of the monster clan in front of him was only ten sixth-level and seventh-level heavenly demons, and not even one eighth-level demon.
They were particularly puzzled because any being who could fight in the starry sky, whether it was a sky demon or a starry sky warrior, used flying in the starry sea, but the person in front of them walked over step by step.
It seemed that one step was only half a meter long, but it instantly crossed the sea of stars and appeared in front of them.
Although the sky demons can enter the star sea to fight, the focus of cultivation in this world is on "battle" rather than "the avenue", so their research on the rules of space is not in-depth.
They were full of puzzles about Song Zheng's magical powers.
Because of this incomprehension, I became afraid.
What's more, the man in front of him didn't even wear a power armor, and just carried it into the star sea with his physical body!
They immediately asked for help from the headquarters: a mysterious enemy appeared and they urgently needed the support of the Demon Saint!
There are a total of six demon saints gathered on the mother planet, which seems like a lot, but now the battle has begun in full force. Every demon saint has gone into battle, and there are also six top star warriors on the human side.
The demon saint they wanted did not arrive immediately. Song Zheng had already raised his hand, like a sharp blade, and lightly slashed in the sea of stars.
At that moment, one of the heavenly demons opposite him couldn't help but think of an ancient legend. There was once a powerful goddess who once used her hairpin to draw a stroke in the sea of stars in order to prevent an unparalleled love.
, leaving behind a Milky Way.
When he faced Song Zheng's chopped off arm, he actually had the same feeling.
It seems that if this palm falls, it can cut the entire star sea in half!
Of course this was an illusion, but after this chop, they looked down and saw that their bodies had split into two halves!
Before he died, the heavenly demon exclaimed: "A unique move!"
In the central command room of the human race, the senior generals were silent again. They all knew that "that person" was very powerful, but they never had a clear standard to know how powerful he was.
Just when they saw him walking into the sea of stars without wearing a power armor, and seeing him carrying his slave army into the battlefield in an instant, they had a preliminary idea: it might be more powerful than they had previously predicted.
But now, with a light slash of the palm, the ten demons turned into twenty-dan, and they once again had a new cognitive concept: it was far more powerful than they predicted.
The human race's starry sky warriors, even the nine most powerful ones, would not be able to face more than a dozen celestial demons by themselves when they actually fight in the starry sky.
Because they relied on the first-generation power armor to have such a strong combat effectiveness. The armor also limits their abilities. After all, it is not their own.
strength.
They may be able to fight against the Demon Saint. But the Demon Saint can defeat more than a dozen low-level star warriors on his own, but the top star warriors do not have such ability.
From this attack alone, it can be seen that Song Zheng and the Star Warriors were not the same concept of "warriors" at all.
On the battlefield, Song Zheng waved slightly from behind, and his servant Jun Li Ke followed him. He took the lead and headed towards the home star unhurriedly.
It was only at this time that the demon clan's headquarters was in chaos. They had to abandon some positions, mobilized the demon saints[51], and hurriedly went to resist.
He did not recognize the first Demon Saint who stood in front of Song Zheng. He was a heavenly demon. The first time he saw Song Zheng, he became solemn and regarded him as the most powerful opponent he had ever encountered in his life.
However, before he was fully prepared, he saw Song Zheng shaking his head slightly: "You are not the monster I want to see." Then he raised a finger and just poked it in the sea of stars.
In the eyes of onlookers, this finger was unremarkable. The Demon Saint suddenly flew forward and hit Song Zheng's finger with his forehead.
Then, the skull, which should have been stronger than the hardest material due to the Demon Saint's cultivation, suddenly exploded under this finger for no apparent reason, like a watermelon hit by a bullet.
But only the Demon Saint who was inside understood how terrifying the power of this finger was. He tried thirty-four powerful demon movements in an instant to avoid them, but all of them failed. He
Locked firmly by that finger!
Then he had no choice but to resist with all his strength, but his nine treasures were tightly suppressed in his body by that finger and could not be released at all!
He could only use his own strength to resist, and found that this finger blocked his whole body's strength, and he could not even move a claw; he just watched helplessly as the finger became more and more obvious in his eyes.
Come on, point it accurately on your forehead, and then you won’t know anything.
The slave army was behind the master, their eyes filled with fanatical admiration.
This is the first time that the master has made a move freely in front of them: the master is indeed worthy of being a master!