1627th Solemn and Sacred Farewell

The explosion echoed on the battlefield, and all the sweepers froze in place as if they were fixed by something.

The target they besieged chose to self-destruct in the end, and it exploded completely, leaving almost nothing behind.

A sweeper walked to the bottom of the crater formed by the huge explosion, squatted down, picked up a fingernail-sized piece of rag that had been incinerated by the explosion, and squeezed it hard with the sharp fingers holding the rag.

Under the force of this squeeze, the rag was almost falling apart, and the edges that were blackened by burning, and the intertwined threads of warp and weft had already become distorted.

"Roar!" The sweeper yelled unwillingly. He raised his head, looked at the same kind on the edge of the crater, and shouted loudly: "Kill all the enemies!"

Then, as he shouted, a black figure suddenly fell from the sky and directly hit the bottom of the crater.

Another God Servant came from an unknown direction, and struck the sweeper's forehead with a sword, cutting off the opponent's head.

Because the slash was too forceful, when the god servant tried to pull out his long sword forcefully, he failed for the first time.

He had to step on the sweeper's face with his feet, and then he could forcefully pull out the sword embedded in the opponent's head.

That forceful movement made people look uncomfortable, and even the sweepers around them roared angrily.

Amidst these roars, the God Servant at the bottom of the pit once again chose a direction, and rushed to the edge of the pit to overlook his sweeper troops.

The magic light on his other empty hand lit up, and a huge lightning magic was brewing.

The moment he rushed out of the crater formed by the explosion, the magic circle in his hand was completed, and a huge bolt of lightning pierced through a Destroyer tank on his flank that was turning to aim at him.

The tank was surrounded by lightning and eventually exploded in a brilliant flame. The dancing flames reflected the servant's white robe, twisting his figure beside the flames.

The figure twisted into a weird look, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand had chopped down several sweepers, and all this happened in less than three seconds.

Before the sweepers around could react, a black light hit from not far away. This black ray contained huge energy, and suddenly penetrated the magic defense circle lingering around the servant of the gods.

The God Servant whose body was penetrated fell to the ground,

He turned his head to look at the huge sweeper who was attacking him.

He was covering the white hole in the white robe on his chest with his hand, the energy agitation in his head had blown away the mask hanging on his face.

"Conqueror...conqueror..." Indistinct, the servant of God muttered the other party's name, and then dissipated in a tragic self-explosion.

The surrounding sweepers were once again swept by the huge explosion, causing numerous casualties and severed limbs everywhere.

The watchman commanders who saw this scene seemed to be a little bit helpless. They feel that such an exchange can no longer be described as ugly.

This is simply a one-sided massacre. For the watchmen, such an inefficient battle is simply doing useless work.

Therefore, the watchman commander sitting on the front line clenched his fists, and his tone was full of coldness: "These damned bastards... After they blew themselves up, there was nothing left!"

Another watchman commander also felt that the situation at this moment made them a little bit stuck: "I thought the other party was an elite...but now it seems...these should be remodeled troops that are sent to death!"

After all, in the past, the caretakers would be very cautious about this kind of unprofitable war. They are unwilling or simply dare not use God's magical energy, so they can only obtain more energy from the enemy to maintain their numerical advantage.

But when facing the Alan Hill Empire, everything seemed to have changed. Their guardians were unable to gain local advantages on the battlefield, and had no way to control the control of the theater.

This was something that was unimaginable before, because the Watcher's troops, regardless of firepower or other aspects, were much stronger and more advanced than possible civilizations.

But everything in front of me is not a dream, but a real reality. The sweeper army really has no way to obtain the energy of self-reproduction and replication from the enemy.

As guardians created by the gods to destroy civilization, they now feel a shame, a shame that cannot be concealed.

Gritting his teeth, the watchman commander ordered unwillingly: "There is no other way! We can only annihilate them! If we let them break through, wouldn't we be at a disadvantage?"

"Where are the other conquerors? Have the conquerors arrived?" He turned his head and looked at his subordinates behind him.

The subordinate immediately replied: "The Conqueror troops have entered the battlefield, and the fun has already begun!"

On the battlefield, a sweeper staggered and eventually fell down. When his body fell to the ground, a God Servant in a white robe was revealed.

The addition of the Servant of the Gods made the guards even more suspicious of how complicated the terrifying Alan Hill Empire they were facing was.

In the past, the guardians basically only encountered civilizations that developed from one aspect. They were either cultivating civilizations like the Heavenly Sword Sect, or they encountered a purely scientific and technological civilization.

It wasn't until they met the Alan Hill Empire that they realized how difficult it was for an empire with extraordinary attainments in magic and technology at the same time.

After cutting down an enemy, the God Servant immediately bent forward, avoiding most of the black energy groups attacking, and once again interspersed among the crowd of sweeper soldiers.

He uses the enemy as his cover or human shield, avoiding most attacks, and then takes advantage of his flexibility in a small area to destroy the most enemies.

Killing through the enemy's troops in one breath, without looking back at his own results, he once again accelerated towards the tall new targets in front of him.

This time, these terrifying elite conquerors are much more difficult to deal with than the sweepers-compared to almost the same sweepers given for nothing, these conquerors are far superior in terms of speed and strength.

The servant of God didn't back down, he used his own magic to hold back another conqueror who was firing at him from the other side, and then used his agility to avoid the artillery fire from the conqueror next to him.

Immediately afterwards, he slashed at the body of the conqueror in the middle with a sword, only to find that the opponent's body had a magical defense system similar to his.

The flame magic entwined on the long sword did not easily penetrate the target's defensive barrier, but the opponent's arm pierced his body like a sharp bayonet.

"Conqueror..." His empty hand grabbed the opponent's arm, so that the opponent could not withdraw his arm from his body immediately, and the god servant said the opponent's name vaguely.

Then, in the next second, he let out a laugh, an unscrupulous laugh: "Hahahahaha!"

"Boom!" Accompanied by his wanton laughter, the God Servant's body expanded, and the manic energy swallowed everything at the core of the explosion.

The conqueror who didn't withdraw his arm in time, and the two conquerors around him, together with the sweeper farther away, were all overwhelmed by the terrifying impact of the explosion.

Another god attendant exploded, making the watchman commander's face even more ugly. It seemed that these damn explosions were not accidental, but a tactic carefully planned by the other party.

If all the opponent's troops use similar tactics in the future, wouldn't the advantage of their guards be inexplicably reduced by more than half?

Thinking of this, he stared anxiously at the battlefield, watching those servants of the gods who became more and more brave as they fought, rushing left and right in the sea of ​​sweepers.

The previous battle plan has been completely ruined. The idea of ​​biting the retreating troops of the Alan Hill Empire and chasing them all the way to the end was completely ruined by these sudden accidents.

The original plan to follow the retreating troops of the Alan Hill Empire into the opponent's core line of defense has now been abandoned.

In order to eliminate these enemy troops who parachuted into the watchman-occupied area, the watchman troops had to shrink the line of defense and give priority to destroying these lifeless enemies.

And those human troops who have been out of contact must be hurrying up to strengthen the new line of defense, stabilize their own defense system, and strengthen the defensive troops on each line of defense.

At that time, when the Alan Hill Empire's troops have gained a firm foothold, they will start to attack again. The watchman commander can imagine with his knees that it will be another bitter battle.

Fighting hard means that they have to waste more god-given power, waste more time, and waste more troops...

All of this is not the result that God wants to see, nor is it the result that his immediate boss, Mr. Saurons, wants to see!

"Destroy these damned... guys as soon as possible! We must resume attacking the enemy's position as quickly as possible! Otherwise, we will fall into a bitter battle again in the next round of attack!" In the end, all the anxiety became With a weak sigh, the frontline commander of the watchman had no choice but to order.

"Yes! My lord!" His subordinate replied immediately.

In the distance, the servants of the gods of the Alan Hill Empire gradually became unable to support themselves due to continuous battles. 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 on the battlefield non-stop, and the flames of the God Servant's death flashed in the sea of ​​sweeper soldiers.

No matter how you look at it, this is a battle that the servant of God is doomed to be unable to win. In the ocean of enemies, they are as tenacious as reefs, but they will eventually be submerged by the tide.

As the servants of God exploded and disappeared one after another, there seemed to be fewer and fewer reefs in the guard's army.

In the end, with a tragic explosion, there was only one God Servant left on the battlefield. Holding a long sword full of gaps, he knelt on one knee, surrounded by countless enemies in an open space.

"Ai... Lan... Hill..." It was still the vague voice, and the last servant of God let out a deep roar in the open space.

Higgs No. 3, in the headquarters of the Elland Hill Empire, the adjutant walked up behind his commander with the latest information. He stood at attention and saluted, and said, "Sir! The signal is very clear! God's Servant troops A confirmation signal has been sent back, and the main enemy conqueror force has appeared."

Grasping the belt with one hand and pressing the hilt of the long sword around his waist with the other, Medias, who had been waiting for the news, lifted his spirits, nodded and said, "Very good! We are different from the enemy... We will not squander a single bit of combat power, even if they are puppets, puppets of gods, servants of gods..."

"If they think that we just let the servants of the gods go to die, then they underestimate Alan Hill too!" He walked to the command position and said to all the officers: "Now, let these proud Caretakers, take a look, how we pay homage to the warriors who sacrificed for the empire in the most solemn and sacred way!"

He looked at the air force liaison officer who had been waiting for the order, and ordered: "Order the air force to launch supersonic missiles into the signal area!"

"Yes! Sir!" The liaison officer stood at attention and saluted, and immediately grabbed the communicator in front of him: "Launch a nuclear bomb to the signal area! Repeat the order to launch a nuclear bomb to the signal area!"

In the turbulent cockpit of the plane, a pilot wearing a helmet and oxygen mask and unable to see his face tried to control the stability of the plane as much as possible.

On his co-pilot, the shooter lifted the safety cover on the control panel with his fingers and pressed the red launch button: "Missile launch! Missile launch!"

"Huh!" Under the old bomber TU-22M Backfire, which has been improved and refurbished by the Alan Hill Empire, a huge supersonic missile was ignited and instantly separated from the missile pylon.

This missile is loaded with a 3 million-yield nuclear warhead, and its destructive capability can definitely be described as outstanding. Moreover, the flying speed of this missile makes it almost impossible to intercept.

"The missile has been launched! Thugs return! Thugs return!" Shaking the joystick, the pilot controls the bomber, which can fly to twice the speed of sound, and suddenly turns around at high altitude.

At the same time, more than a dozen J-30 fighter jets following the bomber also turned in unison, like a flock of wild geese homing, very neat.

A beam of dazzling light shone in the distance, a huge mushroom cloud rose on the horizon, a loud noise shook the entire earth, and a circle of clouds blown into a circle surrounded the steaming airflow.

And many sweepers, destroyers, prowlers, conquerors... and their commanders are destined not to see this spectacular sight.