One Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Nine Unexpected

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"Buzz...cheep..." With the change of the orbit, the main gun turret on the destroyer hovering on Hope 2's far orbit, with the assistance of the computer, slightly adjusted its shooting angle.

In the next second, another round of shelling began, and dozens of electromagnetic guns fired powerful shells again. These shells are almost smaller sticks of the gods, which are much, much more powerful than the swords of the gods.

What's even more frightening is that when these electromagnetic guns fired, the distant targets who were attacked didn't even know what happened.

The Alan Hill Empire has begun to fight back, and its enemies don't know this fact yet! This is the power of the Alan Hill Empire, and this is the power Chris possesses!

On the bridge of the Eternal battleship, Chris sat on his throne, watching the officers in front of him being busy.

An officer reported to the captain of the Eternal: "Your Excellency, the electromagnetic artillery bombardment is ready! You can start attacking at any time!"

"Start attacking immediately!" The captain standing beside Chris immediately ordered: "Use artillery fire to cover the target area!"

"Obey! Sir!" The officer stood at attention and saluted, then glanced at Chris who was distracted, turned and walked back to the weapon control position.

At this moment, Chris is looking at some news from the front line, the details are creepy.

He saw the very clear white-clothed swordsman captured by the camera, he also saw the flying sword, and heard the nostalgic Huaxia language.

However, he wouldn't accept his head and bow down just because this messed-up Tianjian Shenzong speaks Chinese or wears Hanfu, would he?

The current Chris is the emperor of the Alan Hill Interstellar Empire, a high-ranking person who has long been fed up with.

He will not think about the political system, what he wants to do is the world's largest dictator. He doesn't go back and willingly submit to anyone's feet, because now he wants to be the highest existence.

Therefore, no matter what, it is impossible for Chris to sit back and watch the Heavenly Sword Sect dominate his head, just as it is impossible for him to tolerate the strong wind or the flame empire independent of the rule of the Alan Hill Empire.

"Your Majesty... attacking the gods... will there be any problems?" After issuing the attack order, the captain of the Eternal asked Chris in a whisper.

At this time, Chris finally came back to his senses, looked at the captain of the Eternity, and said, "The one who speaks the language of God may not be God himself! We also speak the language of God! Are we also gods?"

His words are obviously very convincing. There are too many people yearning for the glory of God. If everyone who speaks God's language is a god, then this god is too good to be called.

"Perhaps, this is the real arrangement of God!" Chris said: "Two civilizations chosen by God, also bathed in the culture of God... Who is the successor of this world!"

While speaking, he stood up, raised his hands, spread his arms, and shouted loudly on the bridge: "Only the victorious side is the master of this world! It is the master of this new world!" Master! The master who controls trillions of planets!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live Elland Hill!" In Cambridge, all the officers stood up and shouted slogans loudly while saluting.

Accompanied by their slogans, the ballistic missiles carrying conventional warheads on the ground began to erect, and one after another huge missiles, supported by hydraulic rods, slowly pointed their round fairings at the sky.

...

In front of the portal created by the Heavenly Sword Sect, or in front of the magic eye of the Heavenly Sword Sect, countless swordsmen have gathered.

Hundreds of people were flying in the air, including the white-haired old man. Under their feet were tens of thousands of ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who could not fly yet.

Each of these disciples is a strong man,

They are all strong men who have reached the second level. The Heavenly Sword Divine Sect army formed by them can easily destroy a country, and it is not difficult to destroy a world.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness, and white clothes are better than snow everywhere. Different from the black color of the Alan Hill Empire, the Heavenly Sword Sect regards white as its beauty, and looks full of immortality.

They were all gearing up one by one, and many of them were clamoring to avenge their fellow clansmen and punish evil and sycophants. All of a sudden, many immortal-like masters with their sleeves fluttering in the wind came out of the portal one after another.

The old man in white looked at his apprentices and grandchildren who were strong and strong, and there was a look of conceit on his face. He has spent most of his life cultivating masters for the Heavenly Sword Sect, and now that he is able to lead the vanguard to the new Paradise of Paradise, he will return triumphantly.

He stroked his gray beard with his hands, and was about to give the order for the whole army to attack, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing over his head for some unknown reason...

When he raised his head, he happened to see dozens of black spots piercing through the atmosphere and diving. The speed of that thing is as fast as lightning, not inferior to the flying sword.

What's even more exaggerated is that these black dots don't look big, but the old man's eyesight is also very extraordinary, and he can measure the actual size of this thing at once.

Their Heavenly Sword Sect is good at controlling the sword, whether it is fighting or practicing, they all focus on controlling the sword. So the white-haired old man is naturally very clear about how difficult it is to make something as fast as lightning.

At his level of cultivation, although he can easily make his flying sword reach a similar speed, but he can't do it no matter what, let a tree trunk fly out of the speed of the flying sword!

He hadn't thought that he should make a sound to remind the disciples and grandchildren under his feet, and one of the black dots instantly fell a few hundred meters before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the shell hit a white-clothed swordsman, and it took only a millionth of a second to smash the white-clothed swordsman into the ground.

After the next millionth of a second, the ground here had ripples like the water surface due to the impact, spreading rapidly round after round.

In the next millionth of a second, the shock wave swept through the crowd, and the air waves and tumbling dust engulfed the white crowd...

In an instant, several black spots hit places far or near, and at this time, the huge mountain-like explosion formed by the first impact had just begun to churn.

The complexion of the old man in white flying in the sky changed drastically, and before he could stabilize his figure, he was already engulfed in the powerful explosion.