Chapter 1624
My Empire Chapter 1624
2021-10-15
Chapter 1624 1626 RagsThe energy cannon on the shoulder of the sweeper, the black energy group shot out, is also similar on magic attacks. The power of this attack is medium, but similar to a fuze, it is of the touch-and-detonate type.
This grenade-like attack method has relatively little defensive pressure on the magician's magical defense barrier, which is one reason why the Alanhill Empire has re-emphasized the development of the magical defense barrier.
When facing this kind of attack, the magical defense barrier of the servants of the gods is much better than that of the electromagnetic rifle, so these servants of the gods quickly and the sweepers in front of them tangled together.
The magician who has superb sword technique and countless practical experience transformed into a servant of God can really be said to be invincible in melee combat.
After all, not all opponents, like the Alanhill Empire, have a large number of electromagnetic weapons, and have countless ammunition, like to play cover attack...
In the face of sweeping When they were fighting against each other, the opponent obviously preferred to use their numerical superiority to drown the Servant of God army.
This just fell into the arms of the Servant of God. What the Servants of God like most is this kind of endless melee combat, and in this state, they can slaughter their opponents in the most efficient way.
The blade of the Servant of God who rushed into the crowd was wrapped with sharp lightning. He waved the long sword in his hand and easily split the bodies of several sweepers in front of him.
It was as if a fiery blade had cut into the butter. This long sword was as sharp as a lightsaber, and in just an instant, the surrounding sweepers felt tremendous pressure.
For the first time, they felt that they were not surrounded by a person, but a rare beast, a rare beast that could crush and devour them.
"Fireball Technique!" After meditating incantation in his mouth, a huge magic array lit up behind the servant of God. As if it were a heavy machine gun position, the magic array began spewing fiery Fireballs all around him.
As if machine guns were firing, the Fireballs slammed into the ground, splashing dust that blocked the view.
Using these raised dusts, the servant of God took his long sword and rushed towards the enemy who had begun not knowing what to do.
Along the way, he seems to be chopping melons and vegetables.
His long sword is like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, and it has life, slashing away the arms or the energy cannons on the shoulders of dozens of sweepers passing by in one breath, until a Destroyer stopped it. His path slowed down.
Being blocked by a huge enemy, the servant of God did not flinch. He blasted out a huge Fireball Technique, directly engulfing the mighty Destroyer.
In the place where the flames were burning, the Servant of God turned his head once again, looking towards the enemies who had filled the corpse path he had slain through.
No one cares about the corpses lying on the ground along the way, and the sweepers who stepped on the corpses of their companions are looking at the enemy who has been surrounded by them with the most angry eyes.
"Kill him!" A sweeper waved his arms forward with a sharp sound like metal rubbing.
"Kill!" A low voice came from the servant of God's mouth, and then a new killing kicked off.
Avoiding a sharp finger stabbing in the face, the servant of God slashed the opponent's entire arm with a backhand sword.
Blood splattered on his white robe, covering the golden eagle that represented the empire of Alanhill.
Behind the hooded, energy-blocking smiley face mask, a pair of glittering eyes stared at the ugly-looking enemy.
The Sweeper's face is an ugly conglomeration, his mouth is as sharp as an octopus' mouthparts, and his eyes are as gigantic as Insect's compound eyes.
The Servant of God felt that when his sword looked at such a strange, strange and disgusting creature, it felt the same as being chopped on pork.
With the light sound of ka-cha, the bone was cut by the sharp blade, blood splashed everywhere, and a body fell down at the same time.
Another target was slashed and fell down, another sweeper lost battle strength, this servant of God continued to move forward, and the magic array behind him had begun to disperse at this time.
He couldn't maintain a high-consumption magic all the time, so at the moment when this magic dissipated, another new magic began to be generated.
He is a high-level magician himself, and is naturally impeccable in terms of magical attainments. Even if he becomes a servant of the gods, he can still skillfully use what he has learned all his life.
Another magic array lights up in the crowd of sweepers, and then countless wind blades spread all directions.
These wind blades are as sharp as knives, directly slicing through any nearby sweepers. They were cut into pieces, just like they were sent to the meat grinder.
For unprotected targets, intensive low-power kills are more effective, which is the same principle as using grenades to expose targets.
And on this battlefield, the enemy swarms and turns itself into a moving fragmentation weapon, which is really outstanding.
After a sharp scream, at least dozens of sweepers nearby were chopped up by the wind blade, and many were injured. The sweepers who besieged this servant of God also suddenly became sparse. few.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Servant of God in front of him once again chopped down an isolated target, and then hurried forward with both feet, rushing directly into another group of sweepers.
To be honest, if the two armies faced off against each other, the Servants of God might not have the chance to fight like this. The sweeper's firepower is quite strong, and it is estimated that it is difficult to make the servant of the gods act wilfully.
The best situation is this kind of dogfighting state where the two sides are fighting together. The sweeper troops refrain from shooting at the rat for fear of breaking the vases, afraid of affecting the friendly forces, they can only restrain their firepower and rely on the number of people. Dominance fights the servants of the gods.
Scenarios like this are the favorite scenarios for the servants of the gods. Naturally, the battle strength is more thorough and the suppressing power is stronger.
In the blink of an eye, Chris, the servant of the new source of magic, has formed a local advantage on the battlefield.
Not just one Servant of God is killing, there are hundreds of Servants of God who are wielding long swords and dashing through the crowd of sweepers.
There are explosions everywhere, magic everywhere, sweeping sweepers everywhere, shrill screams everywhere.
This battle was beyond the Sweeper Commander's imagination from the moment it broke out. At first, these Sorens' subordinates thought that this was just the broken arm of the Alanhill Empire.
Like the civilizations they conquered before, when the situation is very passive, the opponent has to invest an elite amount of battle strength, delay time for the collapsed defense line, or cover the retreat of friendly forces that have lost battle strength .
On the one hand, these civilizations have a basic moral bottom line compared to the watchers. On the other hand, it is also because the opponent does not want to leave the energy that can be devoured to the watcher troops that can be replicated indefinitely.
In short, this kind of behavior of the strong man breaking his wrist was very common before, so the commander of these guards did not take it too seriously.
When the servants of the gods started to slaughter frantically, the guard commanders on the front line realized that the counterattack force used by the other side seemed to be much stronger than they expected.
So they could only quickly mobilize the surrounding watchmen troops to encircle and suppress this lonely army with terrifying battle strength as much as possible.
"They used high-end battle strength, so we haven't achieved victory for a while! I think that encircling this force is the biggest blow to the Alanhill Empire!" A sweeper commander, standing in In the distance, looking at the constant charge forward, but still unable to kill the white enemies in the crowd, he said depressedly.
"Using more troops! Let them know that our guards are not to be trifled with!" Another guard commander ordered coldly.
Hearing his order, more sweepers began to flock to the white guards, and a more tragic fight was about to begin.
"bang!bang!bang!" In the army of sweepers, explosions rang out one after another, and the one by one huge Fireball that was summoned by the magic summon hit the ground and burned the embarrassed Sweeper Soldier.
As the battle progressed, the servant of God, who was rapidly consuming his magical energy, also began to feel powerless.
Just as they faced the siege of the Alanhill Empire before, they are now facing too many ants.
They couldn't quickly destroy the countless enemies in front of them, and their own magic was constantly attacking, and the supply began to exceed demand.
"No one can survive the continuous attack of the other party...From the moment you entered our encirclement, you were already doomed to face death!" Sweeper on the hillside The commander said proudly.
He has seen too many powerhouses, with amazing strength and incredible battle strength, but they are all buried in the vast crowd of sweeper soldiers.
"No one can go against the will of God! No one!" another Sweeper commander solemnly vowed.
At the same time he said this, in a huge manufacturing plant in the Alanhill Empire, rows of Zaku were waiting for the final assembly and commissioning work.
A worker with a wrench stared wide-eyed up at the red giant-like body in front of him, his eyes full of shock.
Ignoring the blood dripping from his nose, he raised his arms as if to touch the war machines of the Alanhill Empire.
Not far from him, a man who looked like a supervisor frowned and scolded his subordinate who had been standing there for a while: "When did I say you were going to be lazy? Just standing there stupidly. Do you want to be deducted from the bonus?"
He put down the tablet used for recording documents in his hand, and walked over to the dazed subordinate with his hands behind his back, only to see him looking up and saying There was a bloody nose that was running wildly on his face.
"I...are you all right...do you want to go to the Medical Room? I said..." The supervisor was also a little flustered when he saw the complexion pale of the other party as if he was about to die.
No matter how tight the construction schedule and the heavy task, he does not want a production accident in which workers die from overwork in his workshop.
A fatal event is a major event, so it might even have to be sent to the Regional Office for approval and verification, which is not a simple matter that can be explained clearly.
In short, if a production accident involving human life occurs, it is a very troublesome thing, and this is not a big trouble that a supervisor can solve.
"It's so beautiful! It's so interesting! hahahaha! hahahaha!" The worker looked up at these Zagu, who had completed more than 80 percent, with an excited expression on his face.
Then, he looked towards the supervisor who was a little not knowing what to do when he walked over to him, reached out and patted on the other person's shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "didn't expect you to give it to me. So many surprises! hahahaha! Very good! Very good! Don't let me down!"
After saying that, he wiped his lips and chin blood with his hand and made a goodbye Gesture: "Goodbye! Please help him take a good look at his body, I kind of lost track of time, sorry."
Before the supervisor in front of him could react, the man slumped to the ground and lost consciousness .
"Quick, call the doctor!" The supervisor looked at the workers who were lying on the ground and called out loudly.
What he didn't know was that the internal affairs departments of the Alanhill Empire, including the Imperial Family Special Missions Department, had recently noticed a strange disease that occurred frequently.
Within ten days, within the territory of the huge cosmic empire, it can already be counted that three people had babbled nonsense and fainted with nosebleeds. Chris personally ordered an investigation into the matter, but no further action was taken.
It seems that the Emperor Your Majesty just wants to know how many people have this strange disease, and that's it.
The work of statistics is actually very easy, because the sick Alanhill people have medical insurance, they will naturally choose to go to the hospital to see a doctor, which is already a habit.
Under the statistics of big data, such diseases will be quickly aggregated, then screened by Nuwa, and finally sorted out and placed on Chris's desk.
Chris looked at these messy cases and areas where similar gods invaded, and for a while he couldn't figure out what the so-called god was doing.
The first symptom Chris knew very well was the little boy he sent home himself. That was the first time Chris realized that the gods really existed.
The second case is a girl, about twenty years old. After she was controlled by the gods, she was basically hanging out in the most prosperous commercial street on Earth Fort No. 7. Finally, the security of the shopping mall found her. After a nosebleed and a few words of nonsense, he fell into a coma without causing any trouble.
The third case is also very boring, an ordinary old man on the star ring, walking around the star ring living area, and the people praised the wonder of the star ring with nonsense, and then went away. He was taken to the hospital with a nosebleed.
Anyway, Chris didn't see any rules from these cases. It seems that God is randomly controlling people's bodies to visit the economic and social construction of the Alanhill Empire...
Only the latest one The report that the technical engineer of the Zaku Factory was controlled, according to the degree of threat, makes people somewhat concerned.
However, according to eyewitness testimony, the controlled person did not do anything out of the ordinary, did not try to disrupt the production, and even had no intention of approaching Zagu.
This random, short-lived mind control with little purpose also seems to have no effect on the production and scheduling of the Alanhill Empire.
The god also seemed to have no intention of interfering in the war between the Watchers and the Empire of Alanhill, as he himself said.
He seems to be just a spectator, just curiously watching the war as a bystander! He really just gave the caretaker a buff, and then just stood by.
If he really wants the watchers to win, even if he has only a little strength exposed in front of him, it is likely to change the situation of the war.
But He didn't do that. He even carefully reminded those around him to take care of the comatose host after each time he controlled his body and before he left.
It is precisely because he thinks that he will remind the people around him every time, so he will leave traces of nonsense - otherwise, only with the feature of nosebleed, it is impossible to count.
In a population of tens of billions, there are a few poor people who get angry and suffer from severe cold and nosebleeds every day.
It is also the reason that makes Chris so angry: the battle for the life and death of the empire, the full collision of two huge forces, the lives of hundreds of thousands, and the catastrophe of the entire universe, some people are actually watching it like a movie. , which really made him feel very uncomfortable.
He kept telling himself repeatedly in his heart that if there is an opportunity, he must fiercely punch this so-called god so that he knows what pain is!
Isn't this god willing to watch a play? Willing to stay out of everything, regardless of act wilfully?
If there is a real chance, Chris will definitely let the other party know what an immersive experience is! He will use his own power to make this god firmly remember that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility!
On Higgs 3, the collision between the servants of the gods and the army of sweepers is still going on. Time does not stop, so the war can only continue.
Because of the scarcity of numbers, the servants of the gods, who gradually began to fall behind, are still stubbornly resisting those endless sweepers like the tide.
They waved the long sword in their hands, as if they didn't know what tiredness was. But in fact, judging from the details of their battles, they have indeed begun to fall into passive.
The servants of the gods who fought alone at first began to cover each other in groups of threes and twos. Some Servants of God are still using magic, and some seem to have started saving their magic reserves on purpose.
Seeing these situations, the leader of the sweeper commander's face became even more excited, just because it was too ugly, his face was just more distorted in the eyes of others.
More Sweepers attacked, and even more Destroyer tanks were mixed in. It seems that the commanders of these sweepers also know that if they want to end the battle in a short period of time, relying only on sweepers is not enough.
So, these Sweeper commanders began to mobilize more and stronger troops, and even Prowler fighters joined the siege.
In short, Above the Heavens and Under the Earth, the Wardens launched a siege on the troops of the God-Servants that had descended into their heartland.
They rarely encounter opponents who dare to directly kill their hinterland like this. In the face of such a massive enemy threat, they dare to venture into the enemy's hinterland. This requires a lot of courage. unimaginable.
Of course... the commanders of the watchmen also didn't expect that these terrifying white clothed killing gods who started killing in front of them were not actually lifeforms in the traditional sense.
They...or they are not lives at all, but like drones that are remotely controlled by humans, and it doesn't seem to be a pity to lose them.
The commanders of these watchmen could not have imagined that in front of them, the vast Great Empire, which combines magic and science and technology, sometimes created things that the gods they believed in were full of praise. .
Who would have thought that the so-called god would become addicted to visiting the Alanhill Empire recently. Go for a walk around every now and then and see all the messes that interest him.
On the hillside, the sweeper commander overlooking the entire battlefield finally couldn't bear it anymore, he opened his mouth and ordered in his disgusting voice: "Send Conqueror! Let these poor bastards be completely Despair!"
He felt that it should be the best choice to annihilate the enemy's troops in front of him as soon as possible to avoid long nights.
However, beside him, another sweeper commander asked worriedly, "Could it be a trap?"
The one with a higher status obviously The sweeper commander waved his hand and said with a sneer: "Even if it's a trap, we have to annihilate this unit! I don't want to fight to this point, and let these damn enemies run away!"
So, the lower-level sweeper commander bowed his head and promised: "Yes! Then we will dispatch the destroyer immediately!"
On the far side of the battlefield, a servant of the gods is still innumerable. Under the siege of the clear sweeper, he was hit by a mass of black energy and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
The battlefield he was in was immediately flooded by the sweepers. These sweepers, who had long been killed, rushed towards the wounded servant of God desperately.
The next second, the servant of God, who had been thrown to the ground and bitten by several cleaners, suddenly burst out laughing wildly.
As if he had encountered something interesting, he laughed wildly, and in the laughter, his body suddenly swelled up like this.
Just when the cleaners hadn't reacted and didn't know what was going on, the servant of God, created by pure magical energy, detonated his body like this.
A gigantic explosion shone brightly among the thousands of absolutely Sweeper soldiers, a small mushroom cloud steamed into the sky, and then everything fell silent again.
There are mutilated corpses of Sweepers everywhere, and stunned Sweeper soldiers everywhere. At the bottom of the huge crater formed by the explosion, a piece of white rags slowly fell.
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