One Thousand Three Hundred and Six Poison

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Of course something is wrong! Any fool can see that something is really wrong with everyone! When more and more white-clothed swordsmen started to vomit and twitch, everyone realized that something was wrong!

"You...you...you! What's the matter with you?" A female swordsman looked at the retching fellow next to her, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to help him.

But when she raised her hand, she realized that her skin seemed to be contaminated by something, and some tiny blisters began to appear.

The woman retracted her hand sensitively, but found that it was too late. She found that her hands were no longer directing her, and her whole arm was shaking constantly, as if she had a life.

Of course she didn't know that her central nervous system had already started to collapse, which was a sign that the VX nerve agent was starting to work.

The terrible thing had just begun, because not far away near the center of the explosion, some people had already started spitting out some white foam. These white mucus began to block the respiratory tract and paralyzed people's bodily functions.

"This is... this is poison!" A swordsman with advanced cultivation was trembling all over, but his mind was still very clear. He tried to use his aura to shield everything around him, but it was too late.

He finally fell overwhelmed, because his legs could no longer support his body. He was struggling crazily on the ground, and all the elegance of the past was gone.

"Everyone hold your breath!" Finally, a well-informed swordsman realized that it was a poison, and hurriedly reminded his colleagues around him: "Stay away from here! Leave quickly!"

Hearing his shout, some bewildered swordsmen quickly held their breath, and then quickly retreated.

It's a pity that as they held their breath and retreated quickly, many people still began to retch and convulse. It was obvious that they had been poisoned just now.

"This damn poison is extremely violent! From poisoning to death, there are only a few short breaths!" A swordsman flew backwards rapidly with all his strength, and said to his fellow disciples while flying: "Who, use Such a vicious weapon?"

"Evil heretics! Everyone who gets it will be punished!" Another swordsman glanced behind him, gritted his teeth with lingering fear, and cursed fiercely.

Not far behind him, a swordsman was flying outwards, but couldn't hold on, and fell headlong.

More swordsmen actually do not have the ability to fly, they can only run on two legs. As a result, they were recruited more, fell down one by one, and started to die rapidly.

Standing in the formation, the white-haired old man had already used his spiritual power to blow away the surrounding air, and then protected his body with spiritual energy, making himself 120,000 points ready.

The other disciples can run quickly, but as the core of the entire sect's expeditionary force, he cannot move.

He can't give up on those wounded who are still lying on the hospital bed, and he can't give up on those disciples whose cultivation level is not enough - if he really does this, then his future reputation may be completely ruined.

At this time, he, who had always been calm, could no longer remain calm. He was about to burst into tears, his face was full of anger, and he could no longer suppress the flame in his heart.

He wants to make this world burn, burn everything, he doesn't want to see anything in this world, everything here can only become the sect's secret!

"If you have the guts, fight face-to-face with the old man! What kind of skill is such a sneak attack!" He challenged loudly, and because of his profound skills, his voice suddenly covered a radius of several kilometers.

It's a pity that although the situation on the battlefield was closely monitored, his shout was still not captured by any battlefield surveillance system of the Alan Hill Empire.

"I'm waiting for you here! I'm waiting here for you! If you have the courage! Come and fight this old man head-on! Who wins the battle depends entirely on your ability!" The white-clothed old man roared loudly as before.

While he was roaring, he glanced at the two old men who were following him with a dark look. When he finished shouting and his voice drifted away, he lowered his voice and ordered to the two old men: "If they show up, they will use Baidusan... to return the favor!"

"Yes!" The two old men lowered their heads slightly, and their expressions were also very gloomy. They know what a terrible poison Baidusan is, and they also know that there is no need to talk about face after using this.

"From now on, our Heavenly Sword Sect, in this world... will not leave any future troubles! Even ordinary people who have no power to restrain a chicken will be killed!" An old man made a gesture of raising a knife and dropping it.

The other old man nodded slightly and agreed: "That's right! Everything here should be destroyed! It's just like... the world of those untouchables we encountered before!"

"Since they don't want to be bathed in the glory of the Heavenly Sword Sect, let them soak in their own blood!" The old man in white clenched his fists, and then said, "Both of you, each bring 500 warriors, each of you Choose a direction! Kill until the world is willing to surrender to us!"

While he was depressedly arranging the future massacre work, the white-clothed swordsmen who were attacked by the VX poison on the other side had already begun to die on a large scale.

They had just escaped the orbital bombing, and they were lucky enough to survive the missile attack. Many of them still failed to escape the poisonous gas attack and fell on the way to conquer the alien world.

Even those who were lucky enough to be on the verge of poisonous gas could not escape the attack of poisonous gas. These people's eyes can't see clearly, their muscles twitch frequently, and they have completely lost their combat effectiveness.

What is even more depressing is that the Heavenly Sword Sect does not have a so-called modern medical system, so their research on antidotes is basically in a primitive state.

To put it bluntly, they have no way to detoxify, they can only let these people recover slowly...or, simply, they can barely maintain the original state.

In fact, the Alan Hill Empire did not intend to stop their attacks just like this, they were still preparing for a new round of attacks - the reason why they stopped now was actually waiting for the frontline attack effect assessment report.

The Alan Hill Empire sent satellites, reconnaissance planes, drones and many other intelligence gathering troops, hoping to determine the effect of their first round of attacks as soon as possible.

When the senior commanders of the Alan Hill Empire figure out the effect of their attacks, a new round of blows will follow. This is modern warfare, and this is the rhythm of war that the Alan Hill Empire is familiar with!