Of course something is wrong! Even a fool can see that something is really wrong with everyone! When more and more swordsmen in white began to vomit and convulse, everyone already realized that something was wrong!
"You...you...you! What's wrong with you?" A female swordsman looked at her fellow disciple who was retching next to her, and subconsciously reached out her hand to help the other person.
But when she raised her hand, she realized that her skin seemed to be contaminated by something, and some tiny blisters began to appear.
The woman retracted her hand sensitively, but found that it was too late. She found that her hand had stopped controlling her, and her entire arm was shaking, as if it was alive.
Of course she didn't know that her central nervous system had begun to collapse, which was a sign that the VX nerve agent was beginning to take effect.
The terrible thing has just begun, because not far away from the center of the explosion, people have already begun to spit out some white foam. This white mucus begins to block the respiratory tract and begins to paralyze people's body functions.
"This... this is poison!" Although a highly skilled swordsman was shaking all over, his mind was still very clear. He tried to use his spiritual energy to shield everything around him, but it was still too late.
He was finally overwhelmed and fell down, because his legs could no longer support his body. He struggled wildly on the ground, losing all of his past elegant demeanor.
"Everyone, hold your breath!" Finally, a knowledgeable swordsman realized that this was a poison, and quickly reminded his fellow disciples around him: "Stay away from here! Leave quickly!"
Hearing his shout, some of the bewildered swordsmen quickly held their breath and quickly retreated.
Unfortunately, as they held their breath and retreated, many people still started to retching and convulsing. It was obvious that they had been poisoned just now.
"This damn poison is extremely powerful! From poisoning to death, there are only a few dozen breaths of time!" A swordsman flew backwards with all his strength. As he flew, he said to his fellow disciples: "Who are you using?"
Such a vicious weapon?"
"Evil heretics! Kill them if you find them!" Another swordsman glanced behind him, gritted his teeth with lingering fear, and cursed fiercely.
Not far behind him, there was a swordsman flying outwards, but he couldn't hold on and fell down.
More swordsmen actually did not have the ability to fly, and they could only run on two legs. As a result, they were hit more and fell one after another, and began to die quickly.
Standing in the formation, the white-haired old man had used his spiritual power to blow away the surrounding air, and then used his spiritual energy to protect his body, making 120,000 preparations.
The other disciples can run away quickly, but as the core of the entire sect's expeditionary force, he cannot move.
He can't give up on the wounded who are still lying on the hospital bed, nor can he give up on those disciples who don't have enough cultivation - if he really does this, his future reputation may be completely ruined.
At this time, he, who had always been calm and calm, could no longer remain calm. His eyes were splitting with anger, his face was full of anger, and he could no longer suppress the fire in his heart.
He wants this world to burn and burn everything. He doesn't want to see anything in this world anymore. Everything here can only become the secrets of the sect!
"If you have the guts, fight me face to face! What's the point of a sneak attack like this!" He challenged loudly, and because of his profound skills, his voice suddenly covered an area of several kilometers.
Unfortunately, although the situation on the battlefield was closely monitored, his shouts were still not captured by any of the Elanthir Empire's battlefield surveillance systems.
"I'm waiting for you here! I'm waiting for you here! If you have the guts, come and fight me head-on! Who will win will depend on his ability!" The old man in white still roared unyieldingly.
While he was roaring, he glanced at the two old men following him with sinister eyes. When he finished shouting and his voice drifted away, he lowered his voice and told the two old men: "If they show up,
, just use Baidu Powder... to fight back!"
"Yes!" The two old men lowered their heads slightly, with very sinister expressions on their faces. They knew what a terrible poison Baidu Powder was, and they also knew that by using this, there would be no need to talk about face.
"From now on, our Heavenly Sword Divine Sect will not leave any trouble in this world! Even ordinary people who have no power to restrain a chicken will be killed!" An old man made a gesture of raising a knife and lowering it.
Another old man nodded slightly and agreed: "That's right! Everything here should be destroyed! Just like...the world of those untouchables we encountered before!"
"Since they are not willing to bathe in the glory of the Heavenly Sword Sect, let them soak in their own blood!" The old man in white clenched his fists, and then said: "Both of you, each of you will bring 500 warriors, each with his own blood.
Choose a direction! Fight until the world is willing to surrender to us!"
Just as he was depressingly arranging the massacre in the future, the swordsmen in white who were attacked by VX poison on the other side had begun to die on a large scale.
They had just escaped the orbital bombing, and they were lucky enough to survive the missile attack. Many of them were still unable to escape the poison gas attack and fell on the road to conquer other worlds.
Even those who were lucky enough to be on the edge of poison gas could not escape the attack of poison gas. These people's eyes could not see clearly, their muscles often twitched, and they had completely lost their fighting ability.
What is even more depressing is that it is obvious that the Tianjian Shenzong does not have a so-called modern medical system, so their research on antidotes is basically in a primitive state.
To put it bluntly, they have no way to detoxify, so they can only let these people recover slowly...or, simply, they can only barely maintain the same condition.
In fact, the Airanhill Empire has no intention of stopping its attacks just like this. They are still preparing for a new round of attacks. The reason why they stopped now is actually to wait for the attack effect evaluation report from the front line.
The Eilandsil Empire dispatched satellites, reconnaissance planes, drones and many other intelligence-gathering troops, hoping to determine the effect of their first round of attacks as soon as possible.
When the senior commanders of the Elanthir Empire figure out the effects of their attacks, a new round of strikes will follow. This is modern warfare, and this is the rhythm of war that the Elanthir Empire is familiar with!