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"Looks like we're going to regroup!" Looking at the routed troops not far away, a middle-aged man looked at the white-haired old man who had just put down the corpse in his arms.

The white-haired old man frowned, and said, "Yes! I never thought that I would be hit so hard just after arriving here... This time, it's time for a long-term plan to open up a new paradise."

"Let the troops set up camp quickly, resettle the wounded, recruit the most elite high-level swordsmen, and come with me to find those bastards who launched the attack and bully my Heavenly Sword Sect. They must pay the price!" The middle-aged man took the initiative Please fight: "Master, I can't swallow this breath!"

"It's good to get rid of the other party's culprit, but you have to find out, this attack, the method they used... this method may be useful to the sect." The white-haired old man was furious, and ordered in a very unkind tone : "Go, you are my chief disciple, bring the three hundred Dharma protectors under my command, and recover this blood debt!"

After finishing speaking, he took out a token with aura lingering up and down, and threw it to his chief disciple.

"Disciple obeys!" The middle-aged man bowed slightly and replied with fists clasped.

With a single leap, he flew into the air, and it can be seen that he is already a strong man beyond the fourth level. I saw the middle-aged man shake the token in his hand towards the distance, and a group of strong men jumped up and flew into the distance.

And the direction they were flying happened to be the location of the holy city! That was the place where the Heavenly Sword had stayed for thousands of years, and the aura of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect remained there.

According to the judgment of the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the location where their Ascension Sword, which opened up the blessed land of space, was stored must be the most important place for the enemy.

Therefore, the first target of these swordsmen was the place where the Holy See was located. They still don't know that where is actually not the most important command hub of the Alan Hill Empire, but the holy city of the former Holy See.

As soon as these powerful sword masters left, the ballistic missile launched by the extremely fast Alan Hill Empire rushed to the heads of the white-clothed swordsmen who stayed at the space portal of the Heavenly Sword God Sect.

One after another, missile warheads with a speed exceeding five times the speed of sound, hit the ground that had been softened by orbital bombing with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, the huge explosion once again set off a small mushroom cloud. Although these conventional warheads are not as devastating as orbital bombing, their accuracy is even better.

The left-behind white-clothed swordsmen, who had no time to defend, once again tasted what is called precision strike.

Before they realized what happened, those explosions, which were as powerful as cloud bombs, enveloped their place.

Once again the ground shook, once again it was deafening, and once again people turned their backs on their backs. After finally gathering troops, sorting out losses, and adjusting their mentality, the troops of Tianjian Shenzong collapsed again in an instant.

Shouts and screams were heard for a while, and the violent explosion made the surrounding air thin. Many people were directly shocked to death around the center of the explosion, and no scars could be seen on the surface.

The counterattack of the Alan Hill Empire was extremely sharp, and a huge explosion once again enveloped most of the places where the Heavenly Sword Sect was located.

In the orbital bombing just now, only one of the nearly 100 shells hit. Most of the other shells missed and were distributed in various places with a radius of more than ten kilometers. However, most of these ballistic missiles directly hit the white swordsman troops gathering place.

Hundreds of kilometers away from these white-clothed swordsmen, an early warning aircraft that took off from a sky battleship is using its phased array radar to scan and guard the entire battlefield airspace.

In the cockpit of this early warning aircraft, a radar operator looked at the radar screen and said to the air dispatch commander behind him: "Sir! There is a radar reflection wave appearing here. Looking at the type of radar waveform, it is a flying magician." !"

"Good guy! There are more than 300 flying magicians... really giving our Air Force face!" The officer on duty glanced at the radar screen,

He reached out and grabbed a telephone receiver behind him.

"Hey! This is AWACS No. 2! Radar shows that there are 300 magicians... flying to the Holy Church!" He said to the phone: "Prepare for air defense, do you want to send fighter jets to support?"

"Support? Of course we need support! Didn't they annihilate our god puppet troops by relying on the large number of people before? This time, it's our turn to fight back!" On the other side of the phone, the commander of the Air Dispatch Command had a serious expression on his face. With a determined smile, he opened his mouth and said.

Less than a minute later, in the cabin corridors of the three nearby sky battleships, the red warning lights began to flash non-stop.

Under the illumination of these red warning lights, one after another the pilots holding their helmets quickly walked towards the exit ahead.

On the flight deck, the ground crew is loading special shells into the new fighter ammunition bay.

"Kill all flying things except the flying golden eagle emblem on the wing! No one left!" A pilot commander with a dragon's head painted on his helmet buckled the helmet with sights on his head, climbed After getting on the gangway of the plane, he shouted loudly to the pilots who were climbing up the plane!

"Yes! Sir!" The pilots who climbed into the most advanced atmospheric fighter replied loudly with eager smiles on their faces.

On the deck behind them, two hypersonic fighter jets with very sharp start-up shapes have ejected and took off. The super engines roared and pushed the planes, and they disappeared into the sky in an instant.

While the plane was taking off, the electromagnetic cannons in front of these sky warships were still firing a round of volleys towards the distant place, the beam of light reaching the sky, the magic eye of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Boom!" Accompanied by the blasting sound of the air being torn apart in an instant, a piece of electromagnetic gun shells accelerated to the extreme flew towards the beam of light in the distance, followed by a new round of reloading for all the electromagnetic guns.

Inside the city gate of the Holy Church, a god puppet with the artistic font 01 engraved on the forehead of the mask walked out slowly.

With his hands hanging down in his robe and his head covered by the hood of the robe, he walked step by step calmly.

"If I remember correctly, just now... there are more people than us..." Chris' No. 01 god puppet clone seemed to be talking to himself.

Behind him, thousands of super god puppets made a mocking voice: "Then... let's compare!"