Chapter 252 ·‘Big Shot’
——It’s really intense over there.
——Hmm... When did the style of our Central Continent team become so scary?
At the same moment, the Washington battlefield was in another war zone.
The huge military base looked particularly quiet amidst the roar of explosions in the distance - that was the direction Mou Gang was heading, and he was as unstoppable as the Decepticon in the first Transformers movie. The heavy firepower points that could cause damage to him either took Zhan Lan's mental impact or were remotely targeted by Zero Point, allowing him to march towards his target despite the barrage rain from the garrison.
They are over there, and on this side is Zhan Lan.
The consciousness is Zhan Lan, and the body is the shadow. She passed through the heavily guarded military defense line. All the American soldiers along the way had either empty eyes or blank faces, lying or sitting down at their respective posts.
Modern armies are quite powerless in the face of spiritual warriors.
In particular, a spiritual powerhouse who is no longer bound by the physical body and can completely free his hands to fight.
An ambush appeared in Zhan Lan's observation - they were dragon-born warriors with some mental resistance and could be controlled, but the consumption and benefits were not proportional. And they are carrying sniper rifles and long-range heavy firepower, advancing along the bunker, seemingly intending to go behind Zhan Lan and try to sneak attack.
Very cute tactic.
The shadow holding the moonlight sword moved his eyebrows, and the air around him exploded as it was forcibly torn apart. The distance of hundreds of meters passed in an instant, and the sneak attack team was blocked by her. The enhanced physical fitness gave this sneak attack team the ability to raise the muzzle of their guns in a panic, but the remaining time was not enough for them to pull the trigger.
The blue moonlight swept past.
The sword-wielding shadow arrived at the rear of the team, and all the dragonborn warriors were shattered into pieces under the stray moonlight.
They had no time to react - but the biochemical poisonous gas cysts buried in their bodies operated autonomously. Colorless and odorless chemical gases burst out silently. At the same moment, the long-range artillery array that locked their vital signs also roared in unison one kilometer away.
An interesting transformation, but not in line with the general style of the dragonborn legions that the reincarnators have encountered before. The enhancement direction of the built-in biochemical poison gas is obviously for use against humans in special operations and is of no value against powerful behemoths or large-scale main battlefields. Then what this represents behind the scenes may be worthy of further investigation.
——Looks like I've come to the right place.
The power of telekinesis surrounds Ying's body. Although even without them, the poison gas cannot penetrate the protection of this body and the poison resistance brought by the strong immunity attribute. But something is always better than nothing. Zhan Lan still takes good care of this body and his own shadow.
Before the bombardment arrived, a huge gap had been cut by the moonlight sword above this semi-enclosed bunker!
The speed of the cannonball was so fast that it hit the target in less than a second after being fired.
The speed of the shell was so slow that by the time the explosion exploded, Ying was already close to a third of the way to the shelling position.
There are many obstacles along the way, including large swaths of soldiers. There are heavy firepower points hidden inside the bunker. There are armored vehicles, there are tanks. There were even dragonborn warlocks holding development. They used combined spells to mix curses and energy flows into the barrage that attacked Zhan Lan.
--good.
Zhan Lan gave an evaluation.
The big sword in Ying's hand glowed with blue moonlight.
High-level angelic light is injected into the body of the sword, and its attributes are transformed. In an instant, the blade of the sword was filled with blue light as if burning, and Shadow, who was advancing against the barrage of artillery fire, also raised the burning sword above his head.
What if the face-squeezing doll Jiang Yu provided was a flat-chested blonde girl with cyan eyes? Then Zhan Lan may also be interested in shouting "EX-Calibur!" at this moment. However, she was not, so what Ying did was just silently cut down the sword.
Moonlight surges.
The blue moonlight spurted out from the sword body, turning into a giant blue wave that advanced rapidly forward in a cone shape.
Cannonballs and bullets melted in the huge waves, and spells disappeared in the huge waves. Whether it's a soldier hiding in a bunker or armor, or a dragonborn warlock opening a defensive shield. They were all ignited and burned in the fluctuations of the blue moonlight. In the brief but mournful wail, they were ablated by the moonlight until only their dry skeletons were left.
As a result, the battlefield calmed down again.
Zhan Lan and Ying continued to move forward, heading towards the secret bunker that served as the center of the base. There was no wavering in their hearts when they passed over the corpses that looked horrible in death, and even if they turned into burning skeletons, they could still see the appearance of pain and fear. The shadow should be like this, but Zhan Lan is the same.
——They say it looks like a horror movie there.
——Ah...it seems like I'm not much better.
Thoughts flowed in Zhan Lan's mind, and she apologized slightly and politely blamed herself for her previous arrogance. Then he continued to walk forward in the shadow's silence.
The door to the bunker was cut open, but it didn't really need to be cut. The person in the control room just pressed the button, but she ultimately chose to cut it open. When she walked into the passage inside the bunker, what was waiting for her was a burst of desperate resistance.
Unlike the outside, the inside of the bunker was mostly filled with unmodified human soldiers. They wore exoskeleton armor developed with reference to the structure of dragons, and blocked Zhan Lan's footsteps with large-caliber firearms filled with anti-biological properties. Their hearts are full of fear and despair, but they still stick to their last posts.
It doesn't take three seconds for Ying to kill them all.
But Zhan Lan was faster, and the vast spiritual power fell on the tentacles. In the eyes of every resister, huge arms and legs appeared out of thin air and came towards them, and every huge and sharp mouthpart that stretched was calling for death.
Iron will is useless, mental attributes are insufficient, and miracles are usually just a joke in the face of absolute power. And Zhan Lan didn't kill them, he just temporarily deprived them of their sanity. How long they need to see a psychiatrist in the future is their own business, but at least they still have the option of 'in the future'.
Zhan Lan passed them, which took a second.
Keep going, going deeper. Shadow walked roughly in a straight line, whether it was a wall, cable or gas pipe, she slashed them all with her moonlight sword directly. All the bunker garrison who tried to resist were directly knocked down by the mental shock the moment they were captured by Zhan Lan.
They were very fast, and it only took less than half a minute to walk from the entrance of the bunker to the core control room.
And in half a minute, no matter how hard the commander here mobilizes his troops, the result is in vain.
When the thick metal isolation door was torn open by a white plain hand, the commander of the bunker stared at the door. He put the pistol he carried with him against his chin.
He pulled the trigger.
"Don't move."
He couldn't buckle it.
All the clerks and guards in the core control room, whether they wanted to escape or hide, or raised their guns to resist. The moment he heard the sound, or was touched by the sound wave, it was as if he had pressed the pause button. All the muscles in his body were frozen. Except for the fact that his heart was still allowed to beat, he could not even move his eyeballs.
The innocent girl walked into the hall, her eyes swept across the hall.
All the people fell down and immediately snored in deep sleep. All surveillance cameras and operating electronic equipment exploded. Even the tiny listening device hidden in the corner emitted destructive sparks.
Only the commander of the bunker was still standing there. His hands did not obey his orders and he put the gun down naturally and without any sign of struggle - even though he was trying his best to resist in his heart.
"I want to see Uncle Sam." The beautiful girl who came to visit rashly expressed her needs.
Uncle Sam, America's anthropomorphic figure. It is not an actual person, it is just a symbol here.
The commander of the bunker pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.
"Thank you for letting me know." The inquiry was just polite. No matter how he responded, the answer had already been revealed - the girl's gaze shifted, and an inconspicuous landline phone on the desk floated up, and a complex number was dialed automatically.
Hundreds of kilometers away, in a shelter inside a certain mountain. In front of a group of big men in suits and ties, the phone kept ringing.
They looked at each other, and one of the younger ones seemed to want to volunteer. But in the end, it was the person with the highest status who answered the phone.
"I'm looking for Uncle Sam." The female voice on the other end of the phone was clear and unfamiliar.
"I am."
"There is something you need to do."
The girl's figure suddenly appeared in this secret room where strangers were not supposed to arrive. It was an illusion created by mental power, and a large part of this group of big shots who were once powerful but were now governed by foreign dragons subconsciously wanted to escape.
They can't. Because the psychics did not allow them to escape. Even if you are so frightened that you pee and pee, you are not allowed to do so, because the mental power will control the brain and cerebellum, and the brain will control the muscles of the body, so as not to make this formal conversation too dirty.
"Say it." Uncle Sam's face turned slightly pale. Even though he was trying not to be humble or arrogant, he still subconsciously used honorifics.
The girl had no opinion on this and just conveyed her needs at her own pace.
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‘Bang——! ’ The last skeleton crawler exploded under the Thunder Giant’s gun and died. Not long ago, the two high-level dragonborn gangs that were retrieved also turned into side plots and reward points into the pockets of the reincarnations.
The battle is over.
In the rest of the war zones, everything seemed to be operating as normal.
Each companion is performing their duties in an orderly manner and does not need Jiang Yu's additional help.
He took Zhu Wen and tore through the mountains where the Skeleton Crawlers' base was and reached the top of the mountain. At the moment when his toes touched the rock, Zhao Yingkong, who sneaked into the burning InGen control area, also obtained the information required for the side mission.
——[Complete the side mission, obtain 1 C-level side plot, and receive 4,000 reward points. 】
The announcement from the Lord God arrived.
And accompanied by Zhu Wen's soft shout beside him.
"The calamity is right..."
She didn't need to finish her sentence.
The end of the mountain, the other side of the sea. Behemoth units have arrived.