This explosion echoed on the battlefield, and all the sweepers froze in place as if they were frozen by something.
The target they were besieging actually chose to self-destruct in the end, and the explosion was so complete that almost nothing was left.
A sweeper walked to the bottom of the crater formed by the huge explosion, lowered his head and squatted down, picked up a rag from the ground that had been burned by the explosion and was only the size of a fingernail, and squeezed the rag with sharp fingers.
The rag was almost falling apart under the force of the squeeze. The edges were blackened by burning and the threads intersecting the warp and weft had become twisted.
"Roar!" The sweeper shouted unwillingly. He raised his head, looked at the same people on the edge of the crater, and shouted loudly: "Kill all the enemies!"
Then, as he shouted, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and hit the bottom of the crater directly.
Another divine servant came from nowhere and struck the sweeper on the head with his sword, cutting off his head.
Because he chopped too hard, when the divine servant tried to pull out his long sword, he failed the first time.
He had to step on the sweeper's face with his foot, and then he could forcefully pull out the sword embedded in the opponent's head.
The forceful movements made people look uncomfortable, and even the cleaners around them roared angrily.
Amidst these roars, the godly servant at the bottom of the pit once again chose a direction and rushed towards the edge of the pit overlooking his sweeper troops.
The magic light in his free hand lit up, and a huge thunder and lightning magic was brewing.
The moment he rushed out of the big crater formed by the explosion, the magic circle in his hand was completed, and a huge bolt of lightning penetrated a Destroyer tank on his flank that was turning around to aim at him.
The tank was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and finally exploded into a ball of brilliant flames. The dancing flames reflected the white robe of the waiter of God, distorting his figure beside the flames.
The figure twisted into a weird look, and at the same time, the sword in his hand had already chopped down several sweepers, and all of this happened in less than three seconds.
Before the surrounding sweepers could react, a black ray struck from a short distance away. This black ray contained huge energy, and it suddenly penetrated the magic defense circle surrounding the God's Attendant.
The divine servant who was penetrated fell to the ground and turned his head to look at the huge sweeper who attacked him.
His hands covered the white hole in the white robe on his chest, and the energy agitation in his head had blown away the mask hanging on his face.
"Conqueror...conqueror..." The divine servant muttered the other party's name vaguely, and then disappeared in a tragic self-destruction.
The surrounding cleaners were once again swept away by this huge explosion, causing numerous casualties and broken limbs everywhere.
The watcher commanders who saw this scene seemed a little confused on their faces. They felt that such an exchange could no longer be described as ugly.
This is simply a one-sided massacre. For the guards, such an inefficient battle is simply a useless effort.
Therefore, the watchman commander sitting on the front line clenched his fists and his tone was full of coldness: "These damn bastards... after they blow themselves up, there will be nothing left!"
Another guard commander also felt that they were in a bit of a dilemma at this moment: "I thought the opponent was an elite... But now it seems... these should be modified troops who are willing to die!"
After all, in the past, the guardians would have been very cautious in this kind of profitless war. They were unwilling or simply did not dare to use God's magical energy, so they could only obtain more energy from the enemy.
Maintain your numerical advantage.
But when facing the Eilanhill Empire, everything seemed to have changed. They, the guardians, were unable to gain local advantages on the battlefield and had no way to control the battle zone.
This was something that was simply unimaginable before, because the Watchers' troops, in terms of firepower and other aspects, were much more powerful and advanced than any civilization that might exist.
But everything in front of us is not a dream, it is a real reality. The sweeper army really has no way to obtain the energy for self-reproduction and replication from the enemy.
As guardians created by God to destroy civilization, they now feel shame, a shame that cannot be concealed.
Gritting his teeth, the watchman commander reluctantly ordered: "There is no other way! We can only annihilate them! If we let them break through, wouldn't we suffer even more?"
"Where are the other conquerors? Have the conquerors arrived?" He turned back and looked at his subordinates behind him.
The subordinate immediately replied: "The conquerors have entered the battlefield, and the fun has begun!"
On the battlefield, a sweeper staggered and finally fell down. When his body fell to the ground, a divine attendant in white robes was revealed.
The addition of the God's Attendant Troop made the watchers even more suspicious of how complex the terrifying Elanthil Empire they were facing was.
In the past, the Guardians had basically only encountered civilizations that developed purely from one aspect. They were either a cultivation civilization like the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, or they encountered a purely scientific and technological civilization.
It wasn't until they met the Elanthir Empire that they realized how difficult it was to deal with an empire that was both extraordinary in magic and technology.
After cutting down an enemy, this godly servant immediately bent forward, avoiding most of the incoming black energy groups, and once again interspersed among the crowd of sweeper soldiers.
He uses the enemy as his bunker or human shield to avoid most attacks, and then uses his flexibility in a small area to eliminate the most enemies.
He killed an entire enemy force in one breath, and without even looking back at his results, he accelerated towards the tall new targets in front of him.
This time, these terrifying elite conquerors were much more difficult to deal with than the sweepers. Compared to the same sweepers given almost for free, these conquerors were far superior in terms of speed and strength.
The God's Attendant did not flinch. He used his magic to contain another conqueror who was firing at him from the other side, and then used his flexible body skills to avoid the artillery fire from the conqueror next to him.
Immediately afterwards, he slashed the body of the conqueror in the middle with his sword, only to find that the other person's body actually had a magic defense system similar to his.
The flame magic wrapped around the long sword could not easily penetrate the target's defensive barrier, but the opponent's arm was like a sharp bayonet, piercing his body.
"The Conqueror..." His free hand grabbed the other person's arm, preventing the other person from immediately withdrawing his arm from his body. The divine waiter spoke the other person's name vaguely.
Then, the next second, he laughed, unbridled laughter: "Hahahahaha!"
"Boom!" Along with his wanton laughter, the body of the God Waiter expanded, and the manic energy swallowed up everything at the core of the explosion.
The conqueror who did not withdraw his arm in time, the two surrounding conquerors, and the sweepers further away were all overwhelmed by the terrifying impact of the explosion.
Another God's Attendant exploded, making the Watcher Commander's expression even more ugly. It seemed that these damn explosions were not an accident, but a carefully planned tactic by the opponent.
If all the opponent's troops use similar tactics in the future, wouldn't their guard advantage be inexplicably reduced by more than half?
Thinking of this, he stared at the battlefield irritably, watching the servants of God who became more and more brave as they fought, rushing left and right in the sea of sweepers.
The previous battle plan has been completely ruined. The idea of biting the retreating troops of the Elanthir Empire and chasing them all the way to the end was completely ruined by these sudden accidents.
The original plan of following the retreating troops of the Elanshir Empire into the opponent's core defense line has now been abandoned.
In order to eliminate these enemy troops that parachuted into the area occupied by the Watchers, the Watcher troops had to shrink their defense lines and prioritize the elimination of these desperate enemies.
And those human troops who have broken away from contact are definitely seizing the time to strengthen new lines of defense, stabilize their own defense systems, and strengthen the defense forces on each line of defense.
When the time comes, when the Elanshir Empire forces have established a firm foothold and begin to attack again, the Watcher Commander can only think on his knees that it will be another hard battle.
Fighting hard means that they have to waste more power given by God, waste more time, and waste more troops...
None of this is the result that God wants to see, nor is it the result that his immediate boss, Mr. Solens, wants to see!
"Destroy these damn... guys as soon as possible! We must resume attacking the enemy's positions as quickly as possible! Otherwise, we will be in a hard fight again in the next round of attacks!" In the end, all the anxiety turned into
With a feeble sigh, the frontline commander of the Watchers had no choice but to give an order.
"Yes! Sir!" His men immediately replied.
In the distance, the divine servants of the Airanhir Empire were gradually unable to hold on due to the continuous fighting. After all, the enemy's elite troops joined the battle, and the situation on the battlefield began to become one-sided.
Explosions continued to reverberate on the battlefield, and the fireballs of the God's Attendants' troops exploded in the sea of sweeper soldiers.
No matter how you look at it, this is a battle that the servants of God are destined to be unable to win. In the ocean of enemies, although they are as tenacious as rocks, they will eventually be submerged by the tide.
As the God's Attendant troops exploded and disappeared one after another, there seemed to be fewer and fewer rocks in the army of guards.
In the end, with a tragic explosion, there was only one Divine Attendant left on the battlefield. He was holding a long sword full of gaps, kneeling on one knee, surrounded by countless enemies in an open space.
"Ai... Lan... Hill..." It was still the vague voice, and the last divine servant let out a low roar in the open space.
On Higgs No. 3, in the general headquarters of the Airanhill Empire, the adjutant walked quickly behind his commander with the latest intelligence. He stood at attention and saluted, and said: "Sir! The signal is very clear! God's Attendant Troops
A confirmation signal was sent back, and the enemy's main conqueror force has appeared."
One hand was holding the belt, and the other hand was pressing the hilt of the long sword at his waist. Medias, who had been waiting for the news, became energetic, nodded and said: "Very good! We are different from the enemy..."
We will not squander any combat power, even if they are puppets, puppets of God, or servants of God..."
"If they think that we just let the God's Attendant troops kill themselves, then they underestimate Ailan Hill!" He walked to the command position and said to all the officers: "Now, let these proud people
Watchers, take a look at how we use the most solemn and sacred way to pay homage to the warriors who sacrificed their lives for the empire!"
He looked at the Air Force liaison officer who had been waiting for orders, and ordered: "Order the Air Force to launch supersonic missiles into the signal area!"
"Yes! Sir!" The liaison officer stood at attention and saluted, and immediately grabbed the intercom in front of him: "Launch a nuclear bomb at the signal area! Repeat the order, launch a nuclear bomb at the signal area!"
In the turbulent cockpit of the aircraft, a pilot with a helmet and an oxygen mask whose face he couldn't see tried to control the stability of the aircraft as much as possible.
On his co-pilot, the shooter lifted the safety cover on the control panel with his fingers and pressed the red launch button: "Missile launch! Missile launch!"
"Hoo!" Under the Tu-22m Backfire, an old bomber that had been improved and refurbished by the Airan Hill Empire, a huge supersonic missile was ignited and instantly detached from the missile pylon.
This missile is loaded with a 3 million-yield nuclear warhead, and its destructive capability can definitely be described as outstanding. Moreover, the missile's flying speed makes it almost impossible to intercept.
"Missile launch completed! Fighter returns! Fighter returns!" Shaking the joystick, the pilot controlled the bomber, which could fly twice the speed of sound, and suddenly turned around in the high altitude.
At the same time, more than a dozen J-30 fighter jets following the bomber on both sides also turned in unison, like a group of geese returning home, extremely neat.
A dazzling light shines in the distance, a huge mushroom cloud rises on the horizon, a loud noise shakes the entire earth, and a circle of clouds blown into a circle surrounds the steaming air current.
And many sweepers, destroyers, prowlers, conquerors... and their commanders are destined not to see this spectacular sight.