One Thousand Three Hundred and Ten Breathing Lights
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"Your Majesty! The unmanned reconnaissance plane found that the other party is attacking from all directions! They are attacking the aborigines on Planet Hope 2 with extremely cruel methods!" An intelligence officer handed the document to Luther, and stood at attention to salute and report.
"The reconnaissance plane has determined the strike effect! The second round of orbital bombardment is ready! This time the bombardment is expected to be three rounds! The coverage area has been expanded by one-third!" Another officer stood at attention and saluted, reporting to Chris Hui.
Chris put away the document in his hand, and looked at the staff officer beside him: "So, there is no need to implement the plan we wanted to send a liaison officer to talk to them again?"
"Your Majesty! If you continue to contact the other party...it's not impossible, it's just the risk index of the liaison officer..." the staff officer said with some embarrassment.
At this time, if you send diplomats there, it will really be considered a life-threatening. Although the empire does not lack loyal and brave men who are willing to sacrifice their lives, it still makes people feel very distressed to waste them in useless places.
Chris felt that it was not in the interests of the empire to continue killing each other with such a powerful human force, so he ordered: "Well...then send an ordinary puppet there! If they want to talk, talk, if they don't want to Talk, then we will go according to the original plan!"
He covets the population on Planet Hope 2, and he is naturally possessive of those masters of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
In Chris's view, as long as the Heavenly Sword Sect is willing, he can accept the other party's surrender, join forces with each other, and leave the other party a place in the Irish Empire.
"Don't stop conventional weapons attacks!" Chris thought for a while, and added: "If you defeat them, it will be easier to talk about it... It's weapons of mass destruction, so don't use them for now."
It's a pity that this is just his wishful thinking. At the same time, on the side of Tianjian Shenzong, the white-haired old man has already sent a fifth team of 500 people to move in different directions and continue to expand his occupied area. !
In the same way, he did not give up the order of extermination. Although the current news feedback proved that most of the people they encountered were ordinary civilians who had no power to restrain their chickens, but the murderous intentions of the Heavenly Sword Sect had already started, and there was no possibility of changing it!
"These things don't have the slightest sense of aura! They are definitely not spiritual weapons!" An old man who had observed the things on the table for a long time looked at the white-haired old man, shook his head, and said affirmatively.
He has never seen such a thing that can fly in the sky without relying on any spiritual energy.
What is even more confusing is that this kind of thing actually gives people a feeling of being watched, as if it is a terrifying spell such as Celestial Eye.
The white-haired old man looked at the parts on the table again. He had never seen mechanism techniques so pleasing to the eye.
These parts were not wood, but something made of a metal he had never seen before. Light and strong, even his flying sword attack did not deform these parts too much.
He twisted a piece, and seeing the screws on it, the uniform thread, made his hair stand on end.
The opponent actually has such a steady method, can draw such a uniform line on the steel - such a control power, such a processing technology, are not possessed by the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The previous battle with the god puppet had already made Tianjian Shenzong a little afraid. The long swords in the hands of those god puppets are as strong as the flying swords that have been tempered by aura for a long time. After being entangled by magic, their sharpness is even better!
From the details, the white-haired old man can see too much, the powerful shadow of the opponent. This made the white-haired old man very uneasy, and this uneasiness increased when he moved his eyes to look at another thing.
It was a black square device, the whole body was dark and solid, when it was found, a corner of it was constantly shining red light, as regular and long as breathing!
This thing doesn't have the slightest aura surge,
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like some kind of spiritual weapon driven by aura. Frankly speaking, the white-haired old man doesn't know what this thing does, even though he has lived for hundreds of years, he can be regarded as well-informed.
"It seems that the other party didn't make much use of spiritual energy except for those difficult and weird puppets... So, the people here may not know how to practice, they just used some spiritual energy superficially." The white-haired old man thought for a while , I once again felt that I had figured it out.
He felt that the team he sent only found some mortals who couldn't cultivate spiritual energy, which represented people in this world who couldn't cultivate spiritual energy.
The opponent can only use aura to produce those puppets, and has developed some methods such as demons and heretics.
So, he is more interested in these means now! If one can save spiritual energy and use these methods to weaken the enemy first, then the combat effectiveness of the Heavenly Sword Sect will be greatly improved.
Those former opponents are no longer the opponents of Tianjian Shenzong! Thinking of this, an inexplicably sinister smile appeared on the face of the white-haired old man.
"Pass down the order! Let them search carefully! If you find any locals who know similar methods, let them live!" Thinking of this, the old man in white ordered again.
After finishing speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and added: "The rest of the people, still don't stay! Let those untouchables know the consequences of angering the Heavenly Sword God Sect!"
In a remote Ellandhill Empire tent, a sergeant looked at the cursor on the computer screen, pointed to the officer beside him and said, "Sir! After the black box signal of the wrecked drone moved to this position, it stopped. down!"
The officer frowned and looked at the cursor that was no longer moving, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any possible trap... a trap that lures us to waste missiles?"
"Sir, I don't think the other party has the ability in this area. There is a high probability that they, like the natives here, don't even know what the black box is..." The sergeant expressed his thoughts.
"Okay! Send the coordinates to the missile troops! Let them fire their tomahawks and try to attack this coordinate." The officer nodded, agreeing with his men's speculation. He also felt that no matter how he looked at those white-clothed enemies, they didn't seem to be able to recognize the black box.
A few minutes later, the road-based launch vehicle carrying the Tomahawk cruise missile began to prepare for launch. Their attack target was very clear, like breathing, flashing on the coordinate map...