"I don't think at all that the war launched by the Watchers will be victorious. They underestimated Alan Hill, and they underestimated the determination and perseverance of life to pursue freedom and dreams!" Accompanied by the crisp sound of the keyboard clicking,
A pair of beautiful hands kept beating.
Beautiful square characters pop up one by one on the white background, accompanied by the pleasant keyboard sound, which is pleasing to the eye.
Finally, these beautiful hands stopped. Then the slender fingers grabbed the teacup next to the keyboard and brought it to Yin Hong's lips.
"Huh..." After blowing the hot air gently, Jessica took a sip of the most authentic Seris bitter tea, and then put down the teacup.
She used her fingers to tuck her hair behind her ears, and then looked out the window at the bright sunshine. The years here were quiet and the sky was clear... Over there on Higgs 3, a fierce battle seemed to be going on.
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The roaring sound of the engine echoed in the sky. The four engines of a Z-30 helicopter were freely controlled and flew an exaggerated S-shaped route in the air.
Flying in the sky of Higgs 3, it was avoiding the black energy bombs coming from the ground, which were the sweeper troops shooting in the air.
The dense black energy mass flew past the Z-30's engine and exploded above the aircraft's head.
On the bumpy plane, a grenadier manipulating a side machine gun pressed the intercom and shouted loudly: "Hold on! The enemy's formation is very dense! It's a good opportunity to attack!"
The pilot flying the plane responded in a depressed voice: "Steady? You're kidding, if I slow down, I'll be shot down!"
"Pull up! Pull up! Pull up!" On the co-pilot, another pilot excitedly reminded his captain to pay attention to his flying altitude.
"Tu tu tu tu..." The plane passed over the hilltop full of sweeper soldiers, and on the other side began to suddenly raise its head and climb higher.
When the plane climbed up, rows of black energy groups hit them at the height where they were originally, and then slowly fell not far away.
After all, these shells failed to catch up with the climbing Z-30 helicopter. After regaining some altitude, the helicopter circled at a weird angle and returned to the battlefield.
"Thud, tut, tut!" As they circled back to the battlefield, the heavy machine guns on the side began to fire. In the bumpy helicopter, the shooter used his sights to cover the densely packed targets on the ground.
Rows of tracer bullets fell from the sky, landing among the advancing sweeper troops.
The ground was splashed with white dust, which was the dust stirred up by machine gun bullets hitting the ground.
"Keep the course!" As he pulled the trigger, the shooter loudly vented his relief. It felt really good to be able to watch the enemies fall in the sights.
"Damn it! I can't keep it up!" The pilot, who had already started to pull his control stick and let his plane start to fly sideways, replied loudly.
After his plane deviated from its route, a black energy mass hit the original route.
There were no fighter planes whizzing by in the sky of Ailansiris, only white clouds floating quietly, and distant passenger planes passing by silently.
Looking away from the transparent glass window, Jessica pressed her beautiful hands on the keyboard again. She thought for a moment and continued typing: "Every soldier is a precious asset of the Eilandhill Empire. It is you who built it."
An alliance has been formed to resist the invasion of foreign enemies!"
After hitting Enter, she started another line and continued to write: "In the vast sky, in the vast universe, on the towering ridges, and in the deep seabed, every Ailanthilian is doing it in his or her own way.
fighting!"
As she wrote, the speed of typing on the keyboard gradually increased, which meant that her thoughts began to become smoother: "The workers are fighting with their own machine tool welding guns, the doctors are fighting with their own needles and stethoscopes, and the soldiers are using their own rifles."
Fight... We fight in every field. If you want to defeat us, you must defeat us in every field!"
When she got here, her eyes became firm and the force of typing on the keyboard increased: "I don't believe that tens of billions of people will be defeated! I don't believe that there are gods who can conquer such a powerful world! I don't believe that we will
Lose! So... we will definitely win!"
"The magic defense barrier is about to be shattered! Avoid the artillery fire on the ground!" In the cockpit of the Z-30 helicopter, the female magician who had been maintaining the magic defense barrier on the aircraft reminded loudly.
"I know! I know! I'm getting rid of it! I'm getting rid of it!" The driver shouted loudly while shaking the joystick in his hand.
He avoided almost all the energy groups, but still hit two of them because the opponent's attacks were too intensive.
The plane shook, and everyone involuntarily grasped the handrails around them. The faint magical defense barrier outside the Z-30 helicopter shattered with this powerful attack.
"We have lost the magic defense barrier!" The magician's face turned pale. She had just exhausted her magic reserves.
"Pull up! Pull up!" In the shaking plane, the co-pilot shouted nervously. With his shout, the plane climbed suddenly.
"It's too late..." The shooter, who was leaning against the open hatch on the side, saw two black magic energy balls approaching. He muttered in despair and closed his eyes.
At the critical moment, two flying swords condensed with energy jumped out of the aircraft cabin and hit the two black masses of energy.
In an instant, at the tail of the plane, two lightsabers hit two masses of black energy, unleashing two gorgeous explosions.
"And there I am!" A swordsman who was flying in a helicopter for the first time leaned on his seat with a pale face. He looked like he was in danger of vomiting at any time. However, he still tried his best to look calm and calm.
The fairy posture makes oneself look more handsome.
In the palace of Alan Siris, Jessica continued to type on her keyboard. She typed what she wanted to say into the document in one breath: "If God wants us to perish, we will destroy the God! If the devil
If he wants us to perish, we will conquer the devil!"
She finished typing the last line, and then stretched: "We have the bravest and most fearless warriors in the world. When we unite together, we are the most unbreakable alliance in the universe! When I look at
When such an alliance gradually takes shape, I feel extremely safe! I am protected by such an alliance, so I can sit back and relax!"
In the universe, Oranke once again piloted his Zaku to soar among the stars. In front of him were countless Killer fighter jets, and behind him were countless Zakus.
The two sides were intertwined in an instant, and black energy groups and flashing rays were everywhere. Explosions occurred one after another, and the wreckage of destroyed Killer fighter jets was everywhere.
The Watcher Force once again dispatched its own fleet, desperately attacking the planet Higgs 3. Their purpose was simple, to break through the strongest defense line in front of them, which could be called the Ironhill Empire.
The battle broke out without any surprise. The number of warships invested by both sides was so large that it was airtight.
The light of the Star Destroyer Cannon almost connected into one piece in the universe, and the black energy line hitting the defense barrier of the Airanthil Empire was equally spectacular.
"I can't..." While using his lightsaber to slash away a Killer carrier-based aircraft, Orank muttered as he escaped from the scope of the explosion.
"Let my child..." He avoided the incoming black energy, then hung his lightsaber hilt back on his waist, pointed the particle ray gun at the enemy aircraft that fired at him, and pulled the trigger.
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"Living in your shadow!" He muttered louder and louder, and the particle rays he fired also penetrated the enemy planes in the distance.
The killer exploded with a violent explosion and turned into a large piece of broken cosmic debris.
Just as Olank opened fire, a Killer fighter jet rushed towards him behind him.
Just when it was approaching Zaku in Oranke, the killer was blocked by another Zaku.
Before he could avoid the Zaku blocking the way, the killer was cut into two pieces by the lightsaber.
After passing through the Killer enemy plane that he saw in two, Lu Wuyue once again entered the enemy aircraft formation without looking back.
She didn't look back, as if the red Zaku she was covering just now was not the Zaku flown by the number one ace pilot of the Air Force of the Airanshir Empire.
As a warrior, Lu Wuyue was brave and powerful. She was like a god of death, using the lightsaber in her hands to slash left and right, smashing every Killer fighter jet that passed by her.
She was like a meat grinder, strangling every enemy around her. Explosions continued wherever she passed, leaving behind the remains of fighter planes floating in the universe.
"Kill!" She frowned, slashing at the enemy plane in front of her that was overtaking her, and shouted with murderous intent.
And under her feet, the main guns of the Airanshir Empire's star fleet fired a salvo, and dense rays of light formed into one, flying in a distant direction.
On the surface of Higgs 3, on the busy airport runway, an injured Z-30 helicopter landed staggeringly.
One of its engines was hit, and the entire body was covered with explosion scars, but it still flew back to the base and landed safely on the runway.
"Medic!" Before the plane stopped, a soldier wearing a powered mecha jumped out of the plane with a thin body in his arms. He shouted hysterically while running towards the command tower not far away.
"Someone is injured!" The second person to jump out of the plane was the pale swordsman. He didn't bother to wipe the vomit from his mouth and shouted urgently: "Someone is injured!"
"When the engine was damaged, fragments entered the cabin... Her abdomen was penetrated!" After breaking into the command tower, the grenadier holding the female magician saw a medical soldier pushing a rescue operation
Bed ran over. He put his comrade on the bed and introduced the situation.
"Internal bleeding! Call Dr. Mark over! Hurry! Prepare the plasma..." A doctor opened the female magician's eyelids, glanced at the pupils and issued a series of orders.
"Please! Save her! She is the best magician in our group!" Behind the grenadier, the pilot who opened the door shouted anxiously.
"She killed a hundred sweepers by herself! She is a hero!" The pale swordsman was stopped outside the door of the operating room by the military police who maintained order, and he still stretched his neck and shouted.
About 30 kilometers away from the airport, in a simple trench on the front line, a demon soldier emptied his last magazine and pulled out the long sword from his waist.
He was surrounded by demon warriors. They once fought bloody battles for the origin of magic and conquered the entire demon world. Now they are still fighting for the origin of magic in order to protect their homeland.
"For Ailanthir!" Holding his long sword high, the demon warrior jumped out of the trench where he was hiding. He avoided the incoming energy group with quick movements, and slashed away the sweeper closest to him with one sword.
's head.
Behind him, another demon warrior jumped out of the trench, but was hit by the incoming energy group, and his whole body was blown to pieces.
Fireballs formed by magic lit up everywhere on the battlefield, and thunder and lightning and wind blades were mixed in. There were shouts and fighting sounds everywhere, and this place became the most primitive killing area.
"If you can go back alive, take care of my family!" Looking at his comrade with a broken leg in the trench, a demon soldier said entrusting him while wrapping a grenade around his body.
"Do you think I can go back alive like this?" The demon soldier who was bleeding with black blood smiled bitterly as he looked at his broken leg and stretched out his palm: "Leave me a glory bomb... for
The origin of magic."
At this moment, a round of rockets whizzed past above their heads. The earth-shattering sound made the entire earth tremble.
Immediately afterwards, on the other side of the trench, in the direction of the sweeper troops' attack, countless firelights rose into the sky, there were explosions everywhere, and there were scattered limbs and broken arms everywhere.
The dense explosions swallowed up almost all the attacking sweeper troops. Until the explosions began to gradually subside, the entire battlefield turned from hustle and bustle to silence.
An electromagnetic tank track ran over the simple trench and passed by the corpse of the demon warrior. The electromagnetic gun aimed at the Destroyer target in the distance who was still trying to get up and continue fighting, and one shot ended the opponent's struggle.
More clone grenadiers jumped into the almost flattened trenches, raised their weapons, and once again stabilized the entire defense line.
At the door of the operating room of the Air Force Hospital in the rear, the operating lights went out and a doctor wearing a mask came out.
He looked at the thin swordsman with an anxious look on his face, the pilot holding his helmet, and the grenadier wearing a mecha, with a bright smile on his tired face.
Three young warriors of different shapes raised their hands almost simultaneously, declaring their victory.
"Let me tell you! I prayed to His Majesty the Emperor! She must be fine!" The pilot took the credit for himself.
"Go away! I was quick enough when I sent her here, okay?" The heavy armored grenadier with blood stains on his body smiled and tried to take credit.
The swordsman didn't say anything. He lay down in the corner and continued to vomit the contents of his stomach. Even now, his feet are still soft. This is his first time flying... his first time.