"Buzz...squeak..." As the orbit changed, the main gun turret on the destroyer hovering in the far orbit of Hope 2 slightly adjusted its shooting angle with the assistance of the computer.
The next second, another round of bombardment began, and dozens of electromagnetic cannons once again fired powerful shells. These shells were almost smaller staffs of the gods, and they were much more powerful than the swords of the gods.
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What's even more frightening is that when these electromagnetic cannons fire, the targets being attacked in the distance have no idea what is happening.
The Alandhill Empire has begun to fight back, and its enemies still don’t know this fact! This is the power of the Alandhill Empire, and this is the power that Chris controls!
On the bridge of the Eternity battleship, Chris sat on his throne and looked at the officers in front of him who were busy.
An officer reported to the captain of the Eternal: "Your Majesty General! The electromagnetic gun bombardment is ready! You can start the attack at any time!"
"Start attacking immediately!" The captain standing next to Chris immediately ordered: "Use artillery fire to cover the target area!"
"Yes! Sir!" The officer stood at attention and saluted, then glanced at Chris who was distracted, turned around and walked back to the weapons control position.
At this moment, Chris was looking at some messages passed back from the front line, the details of which were horrifying.
He saw the extremely clear swordsman in white captured by the camera, he also saw flying swords, and heard the nostalgic Chinese language.
However, he wouldn’t bow down and acknowledge his ancestor just because this messy Heavenly Sword Divine Sect speaks Chinese or wears Hanfu, right?
Chris is now the emperor of the Elanthir Interstellar Empire, a high-ranking person who has long been spoiled by others.
He doesn't think about the political system. What he wants to do is to be the biggest dictator in the world. He doesn't go back and willingly submit to anyone's feet, because now he wants to be the highest existence.
Therefore, no matter what, it is impossible for Chris to sit back and let the Heavenly Sword Sect dominate his head, just like he cannot tolerate the strong wind or the independence of the Flame Empire from the rule of the Elanthir Empire.
"Your Majesty...attacking the gods...will there be any problems?" After issuing the attack order, the captain of the Eternal asked Chris in a somewhat uneasy voice.
At this time, Chris finally came to his senses, looked at the captain of the Eternity, and said: "Whoever speaks the language of God may not be God himself! We also speak the language of God! Are we also gods?"
His words are obviously very convincing. There are too many people who yearn for the glory of God. If everyone who speaks the language of God is a god, then this god would be too good to be considered.
"Perhaps, this is God's real arrangement!" Chris said: "Two civilizations chosen by God, civilizations that are also bathed in God's culture... Who is the successor of this world!"
As he spoke, he stood up, held up his hands, spread his arms, and shouted loudly on the bridge: "Only the victorious party is the master of this world! It is the leader of this new world.
The Lord! The Lord who controls trillions of planets!”
"Long live our emperor! Long live Ailanthil!" All the officers in Cambridge stood at attention and shouted the slogan loudly while saluting.
Along with their slogans, ballistic missiles carrying conventional warheads on the ground began to stand up. One after another, huge missiles, supported by hydraulic rods, slowly pointed their round fairings towards the sky.
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In front of the portal created by the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, or in front of the Magic Eye of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, countless swordsmen have already gathered.
Hundreds of people were flying in the air, and the white-haired old man was also among them. Under their feet were tens of thousands of ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect who could not yet fly.
Each of these disciples is a strong man, and they are all strong men who have reached the second level of cultivation. The Heavenly Sword Shen Sect army formed by them can easily destroy a country, and it is not difficult to destroy a world.
There is a vast expanse of white, and white clothes are better than snow everywhere. Different from the black of the Ailanthir Empire, the Heavenly Sword Sect regards white as its beauty, and it looks full of fairy spirit.
They were gearing up one by one, and many of them were shouting that they wanted to avenge their fellow sects and kill the evil traitors. For a while, many masters who looked like immortals with their sleeves fluttering in the wind walked out of the portal one after another.
The old man in white looked at his disciples and grandsons who were strong and powerful, and there was a hint of arrogance on his face. He spent most of his life training masters for the Heavenly Sword Sect, and now he can accept the order to be a pioneer and come to the new Cave Heaven Paradise. Naturally, he is
To return in triumph.
He smoothed his gray beard with his hand and was about to give the order for the entire army to attack. Suddenly he felt a gust of cold wind above his head for some unknown reason...
When he raised his head, he saw dozens of black dots swooping through the atmosphere. The speed of those things was as fast as lightning, no less than a flying sword.
What's even more exaggerated is that these black spots don't look big, but the old man's eyesight is also very extraordinary, and he can measure the actual size of this thing at once.
The Heavenly Sword Divine Sect is good at handling swords, whether it is fighting or practicing, they mainly focus on sword handling. Therefore, this white-haired old man naturally knows very well how difficult it is to make something as fast as lightning.
After practicing to his level, although he can easily make his flying sword reach a similar speed, he can't make a tree trunk fly at the speed of a flying sword no matter what!
Before he thought that he should warn the disciples and disciples at his feet, one of the black spots fell instantly a few hundred meters in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, the cannonball hit a swordsman in white and smashed the swordsman into the ground in just one millionth of a second.
A millionth of a second later, the ground here appeared like ripples on the water surface due to the impact, spreading rapidly in circles.
In the next millionth of a second, the shock wave swept through the crowd, and the air waves and rolling dust mist swallowed up the white crowd...
In an instant, several more black spots hit places far or near, and at this time, the huge, mountain-like explosion formed by the first impact had just begun to churn.
The expression of the old man in white who was flying in the sky changed drastically, and he was swallowed up by the powerful explosion before he had time to steady himself.