Chapter 1625
My Empire Chapter 1625
2021-10-15
Chapter 1625 1627 A solemn and sacred farewellThis explosion reverberated on the battlefield, and all the sweepers seemed to be caught by something As if the thing was fixed, it froze in place.
The target they besieged chose to self-destruct at the end, and it exploded so thoroughly that there was almost nothing left.
A sweeper walked to the bottom of the crater formed by the huge explosion, squatted down, picked up a fingernail-sized rag that had been burned by the explosion, pinched the sharp edge of the rag. Fingers squeezed hard.
The rag was almost falling apart under the pressure of this squeeze, and the edges that were burned and blackened, the silk threads that crossed the warp and weft, had become twisted.
"Roar!" The sweeper shouted unwillingly. He raised his head, looked at the same kind on the edge of the crater, and shouted loudly: "Kill all the enemies!"
Then, in his shouting, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and hit the bottom of the crater directly.
Another God Servant came from an unknown direction, slashed the sweeper's forehead with a sword, and cut off the opponent's head.
Because the slash was too hard, the first time the servant of the gods tried to pull out his long sword, he didn't succeed.
He had to step on the Sweeper's face with his own foot, and then he could forcefully pull out the sword that he had embedded in the opponent's head.
The forceful movement made people look uncomfortable, and even the surrounding sweepers let out an angry roar.
Amid these roars, the servant of the gods at the bottom of the pit once again chose a direction and rushed towards the side of the pit overlooking his Sweeper troops.
The light of magic on his empty other hand lit up, and a huge lightning magic was brewing.
The moment he rushed out of the big crater formed by the explosion, the magic array in his hand had been completed, and a huge bolt of lightning penetrated a destroyer tank whose flank was turning to aim at him.
The tank was surrounded by lightning and eventually exploded into a brilliant flame. The throbbing flames silhouetted against the white robes of the Servant of God, twisting his silhouette beside the flames.
This silhouette twisted into a weird shape, and at the same time the long sword in his hand had already knocked down several sweepers, and all this happened in a short time of less than three seconds .
Before the surrounding sweepers could react, a black light came from not far away. This black ray contained huge energy, and it suddenly penetrated the magic defense array lingering around the servant of God.
The servant of the gods who had penetrated his body fell to the ground, turned his head and looked towards the huge sweeper who attacked him.
His hands covered the white hole in the white robe on his chest, and the energy in his head had already pushed the mask on his face.
"Conquer...conquer..." Vaguely, the Servant of God muttered the other party's name, and then dissipated in a tragic self-destruct.
The surrounding sweepers were once again swept away by this huge explosion, with countless casualties and broken limbs everywhere.
Seeing this scene, the commanders of the watchmen seemed to be unable to hang their faces. They felt that such an exchange could no longer be described as hard to describe.
This is a one-sided slaughter. For the guards, such an inefficient battle is simply useless.
Therefore, the commander of the watchmen on the frontline clenched his fists, and his tone was full of coldness: "These damn bastards... After they self-destruct, there will be nothing left!"
Another watcher commander also feels the situation at this moment, they are a bit if you ride a tiger, it's hard to get off: "I thought the other party was an elite...but now it seems... These should be remodeled, dead troops!"
After all, in the past, the guards would be very cautious in this kind of unprofitable war. They are unwilling or simply dare not use the magical energy of God, so they can only obtain more energy from the enemy to maintain their numerical advantage.
But in the face of the Alanhill Empire, everything seems to have changed. Their caretakers are unable to gain local advantages on the battlefield and have no way to control the War Zone.
This was completely unimaginable in the past, because the watchmen's troops, in terms of firepower or other aspects, were far more powerful and advanced than the civilizations that might exist.
But everything in front of me is not a dream, but a real reality. There is really no way for the Sweeper Army to obtain the energy of self-reproduction and replication from the enemy.
As guardians created by God to destroy civilization, they now feel a shame, a shame that cannot be concealed.
Gritting his teeth, the watcher commander reluctantly ordered: "There is no way! We can only annihilate them! If we let them break through, wouldn't we be even worse off?"
"Where are the other Conquerors? Have the Conqueror troops arrived?" He turned his head and looked towards the subordinates behind him.
The subordinate immediately replied: "The Conqueror troops have entered the battlefield, and the good game has begun!"
On the battlefield, a sweeper staggered and finally fell down. When his body fell to the ground, a servant of God in a white robe was revealed.
The addition of the Servant of God unit made the watchers even more suspicious of what a complicated existence the terrifying Alanhill Empire they were facing was.
Before, the Guardians basically only encountered civilizations that developed from one aspect. They were either a cultivation civilization like the Sword God Sect, or a purely scientific and technological civilization. .
It wasn't until they met the Alanhill Empire that they realized how difficult it was to be an empire that is both magical and technologically accomplished.
After cutting down an enemy, the Servant of God 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 meat shield to avoid most attacks, and then uses his flexible advantages in a small area to destroy the most enemies.
He smashed through the enemy's army in one breath, and without looking back to see his own victory, he once again accelerated and rushed towards the tall new targets in front of him.
This time, these terrifying Conqueror elites are much more difficult to deal with than sweepers - compared to the same sweepers who are almost free, these Conquerors are far more powerful in terms of speed and power. exceed.
The Servant of God didn't flinch, he used his magic to restrain another Conqueror who was firing at him on the other side, and then used a flexible movement method to avoid the artillery fire of the Conqueror next to him.
Immediately afterwards, he slashed at the body of the Conqueror in the middle, only to find that there was a magical defense system similar to his own on the outside of the opponent's body.
The flame magic wrapped around the long sword did not penetrate the target's defensive barrier with no difficulty, but the opponent's arm pierced his body like a sharp bayonet.
"Conqueror..." He grabbed the opponent's arm with his empty hand, so that the opponent could not immediately withdraw his arm from his body, the servant of God said vaguely. out the opponent's name.
Then, the next second, he burst into laughter, unbridled laughter: "hahahahaha!"
"bang!" Accompanied by his unbridled laughter, The body of the servant of God swelled, and the manic energy devoured everything in the core of the explosion.
The Conqueror who didn't withdraw his arm in time, as well as the two surrounding Conquerors, along with the cleaners farther away, were all overwhelmed by the terrifying impact of the explosion.
Another Servant of God exploded, making the Warden Commander's face even more ugly. It seemed that these damn explosions were not an accident, but a carefully planned tactic.
If all the troops of the other side use similar tactics in the future, wouldn't the advantage of their watchers be reduced by more than half of the unfathomable mystery?
Thinking of this, he stared irritably at the battlefield, watching the servants of the more fights the more brave is charging to the left and dash to the right in the ocean of sweepers .
The previous battle plan has been completely ruined, and the idea of biting the retreating troops of the Alanhill Empire and chasing them all the way to the end was ruined by these sudden accidents. Bits and pieces.
The original plan to follow the retreating troops of the Alanhill Empire into the enemy's core defense has now been abandoned.
In order to eliminate these enemy troops that airborne into the occupied area of the watchmen, the watchmen troops had to shrink their defense lines and prioritize the elimination of these act recklessly enemies.
And those human troops who are out of contact are definitely taking the time to strengthen new defense lines, stabilize their defense system, and strengthen the defense forces on each line of defense.
When the time comes, when the Alanhill Imperial forces have gained a firm footing and start to attack again, the Warden Commander can imagine on his knees that it will be another hard fight.
Fighting hard means that they will waste more of the power bestowed by God, waste more time, and waste more troops...
All of this is not what God wants The result he saw was not what his immediate boss, Lord Sorens wanted to see!
"Destroy these damn... guys as soon as possible! We must restore the posture of attacking the enemy's positions as quickly as possible! Otherwise, we will be caught in a hard fight in the next round of attack!" In the end, all the restlessness turned into a weak sigh, and the frontline commander of the watchman had no choice but to give an order.
"Yes! Your Excellency!" his subordinates replied immediately.
In the distance, the servants of the gods of the Alanhill Empire were gradually unable to support themselves because of the continuous fighting. After all, the enemy's elite troops joined the battle, and the situation on the battlefield began to become one-sided.
The sound of explosions echoed incessantly on the battlefield, and the martyred fireballs of the servants of the gods shone in the sea of sweeper soldiers.
In every way, this is a battle the Servant of God is destined to win. In the enemy's ocean, although they are tenacious like a reef, they will eventually be submerged by the tide.
As the servants of the gods exploded and disappeared one by one, the reefs seemed to be dwindling among the army of watchers.
In the end, with a tragic explosion, only one servant of God was left on the battlefield. He leaned on a long sword full of gaps, one-knee kneels, surrounded by countless enemies in a clearing.
"Ai...Lan...Hill..." It was still the vague voice, the last servant of the gods, let out a low roar in the open space.
Higgs 3, in the headquarters of the Alanhill Empire, the adjutant walked quickly behind his commander with the latest information. He stood at attention and saluted, saying, "Sir! The signal is very clear. The Servant of God has sent back a confirmation signal, and the main enemy Conqueror has appeared."
One hand grabbed the belt and the other pressed the hilt of the long sword around his waist, all the while Waiting for the news, Mediyas was refreshed, and Nodded said: "Very good! We are different from the enemy... We will not waste a bit of battle strength, even if they are puppets, god puppets, god servants... ..."
"If they think we just let the Servants of God go and die, then they underestimate Alanhill too!" He walked to the command position and said to all the officers: "Now , let these proud guards see how we honor the warriors who sacrificed for the empire in the most solemn and sacred way!"
He looked towards the man who has been waiting for the order. The Air Force Liaison Officer opened his mouth and ordered: "Order the Air Force to launch supersonic missiles into the signal area!"
"Yes! Sir!" The liaison officer saluted and immediately grabbed the intercom in front of him: "Shoot a nuclear bomb to the signal area! Repeat the command, fire a nuclear bomb to the signal area!"
In the turbulent cockpit, a pilot with a helmet and an oxygen mask, unable to see his face, controlled as much as possible The plane was stable,
And on his co-pilot, the shooter lifted the safety cover on the control panel with his finger and pressed red's launch button: "Missile launch! Missile launch!"
"Huh!" Under the backfire of the old bomber TU-22M, which was improved and refurbished by the Alanhill Empire, a huge supersonic missile ignited and started, and instantly broke away from the missile pylon.
This missile is loaded with a 3 million-yield nuclear warhead, and its damage capability can definitely be described as outstanding. Moreover, the flight speed of this missile makes it almost impossible to be intercepted.
"The missile has been launched! The thugs return! The thugs return!" Shaking the joystick, the pilot controlled the bomber, which can fly at twice the speed of sound, and suddenly turned around at high altitude.
At the same time, more than a dozen J-30 fighter jets on both sides of the bomber also turned in unison, like a group of geese returning to their nests, very neat.
A dazzling beam of light shines in the distance, a huge mushroom cloud rises on the horizon, a loud bang shakes the whole earth, and a circle of clouds blown into a circle surrounds the transpiring airflow. around.
And many Sweepers, Destroyers, Prowlers, Conquerors...and their Commanders are destined to miss this spectacular sight.
(end of this chapter)