"Scoff!" In the recently quiet Airland Hill Satellite Command and Dispatch Center, a staff member on duty opened a bottle of carbonated drink.
The dark brown liquid is steaming with bubbles, rolling and jumping, and it looks so festive. This drink called Coke became very popular as soon as it was launched, and now it is a new trendy drink that is popular throughout Ireland.
"Gudong... Gudong..." The slightly fat staff member drank half a bottle of Coke with one tilt of his neck, and then let out a refreshing moan: "Ah..."
He screwed the lid on, then glanced at the screen and saw that among the 10 reconnaissance satellites he was responsible for managing, one was passing over the Magic Eye and transmitting real-time surveillance images.
"Devil?" He saw some different changes appearing near the magic eye that had been silent for a long time.
So, putting the Coke bottle in his hand aside, the staff member on duty used the mouse to frame the image near the magic eye, magnified it ten times, and checked it again.
"Hey! It's really the demon army!" After confirming the invasion of the demon army, the staff member on duty immediately grabbed the phone next to him: "This is the combat readiness duty room of the satellite command and dispatch center... The magical place in the old land of elves
Near the eye, there are demons reactivating... Yes, yes..."
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In Seris, the royal city of the Eilanhir Empire, and the most sacred palace in the empire, a waiter quickly handed a piece of information to Luther.
Luther knocked on Chris's door. After getting permission, he opened the door, walked to Chris's side, and handed the message just sent to his Majesty the Emperor: "Your Majesty, you just sent
News coming... There is a demon appearing near the Magic Eye in the old land of elves."
"Oh?" Chris put down the report on infrastructure construction in the southern region in his hand, took the information from Luther, and glanced down: "It's about the same as what the General Staff estimated."
"The scale is larger than imagined... The ground security force has confirmed it." Luther answered softly.
"I hope this kind of thing will happen less and less in the future." Chris placed the piece of information in an inconspicuous corner of the table, and said to Luther: "Since everything has a plan, then
Let them follow the plan."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly and retreated.
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In the strike control center of the Staff of the Gods weapon system, an officer brought an authorization document to the general responsible for commanding the Staff of the Gods and showed the document to the other party: "The authorization password is dictated by His Majesty the Emperor. You can make a call.
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"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The general raised his chin when the other party mentioned His Majesty the Emperor, stood at attention and saluted and replied: "Everything is ready and can be launched at any time!"
"Long live Ailan Hill!" The officer also stood at attention and saluted, turned around in a very standard manner, and left the spacious headquarters.
"Start the launch procedure immediately!" The general handed the authorization document to his men, then turned around and grabbed the phone hanging on the wall: "This is the strike control center of the Staff of God weapon system, to receive His Majesty the Emperor...
Yes, yes, I understand...the attack will begin immediately!"
After hanging up the phone, he turned around and looked at the operators sitting on the console next to him: "Start it...the target elf's old magic eye..."
"Yes!" Several operators stood at attention and saluted, and then began to type on the keyboard. The pleasant clicking sound made by their fingers on the keyboard represented that the God of Death was polishing his scythe.
In space, on a huge satellite deployed in synchronous orbit, the automatic operating system was awakened by remote control. Several power-on indicator lights lit up, and the computer began to work.
Then, the heavy machinery began to rotate, the huge chain rolled up, and a huge metal cylinder engraved with a magic circle was pushed into the launch device by the mechanical arm.
There is no need for high acceleration or gorgeous launch methods. A fatal blow can be completed by completely using a little boost and the gravity acceleration of Ailansiris itself.
Because of the existence of magic, it does not need a large mass, nor does it need enough volume to cope with the friction consumption of the atmosphere. This column will be protected by a magic circle to reduce friction, and ultimately achieve a very good attack effect.
This attack is controllable and very precise. The biggest difference between it and the Great Fall is that the subsequent destructive power of this weapon, which is called a god, is much smaller.
"Sometimes I don't understand why we need to develop this kind of space-based weapon when we have more powerful three-phase bombs..." A young officer looked at the synchronized orbit on the computer screen that was making final adjustments to the launch attitude.
Tianshen Satellite asked the boss next to him in a low voice.
The boss standing next to him lowered his voice and explained: "The difference is just like finding a mosquito at home. You have many choices on how to kill the mosquito."
He gave a vivid example: "The more effective way is to slap it with your hand, so that your hand hurts. This is like using ordinary soldiers to fight against the devil. The loss is inevitable, which is very unpleasant."
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Then he continued: "Using powerful nuclear weapons to attack is like using pesticides in your own home. Although it is effective, no one wants to fill the house with a choking smell and have to worry about it.
Pesticides are toxic and affect your own body.”
"The Rod of the Gods is different. It is effective, environmentally friendly, and has no radioactive pollution. It is like having a fly swatter. With just one precise click, the mosquito will be shattered to pieces..." Finally, he said with a smile on his face.
With a hint of pride, he talked about the "God's new toy" he was currently working on.
"With it, at least on this planet, no one can disobey His Majesty the Emperor!" Finally, the general concluded with a hint of pride.
"I really hope we can have such weapons in the demon world!" the young officer sighed.
"There will be, maybe, there will be weapons more powerful than this kind of weapon, maybe." The general saw on the monitor that the metal cylinder representing sanctions broke away from the satellite and rushed towards the target along the predetermined orbit.
Go ahead and say it casually.
"The old land of elves... all the land will be plowed... Then, we only need to use a rake to find the devil's corpse in the soft soil, just like a child looking for shells on the beach." The leading general put his hands behind his back.
, giving a very beautiful but incompatible metaphor——
The Chinese New Year is about to come, and things at home are quite messy. I will update Longling as much as possible, but the time can only be random. Please bear with me, and I'm very sorry.
