One Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty-Six Rags

The energy cannon on the sweeper's shoulders, and the black energy balls it shoots out, are also similar to magic attacks. The power of this attack is medium, but it is similar to a touch-and-explode fuze, which belongs to the type that explodes at one touch.

This grenade-like attack method has relatively little defensive pressure on the magician's magic defense barrier, which is one of the reasons why the Alan Hill Empire has re-emphasized the development of the magic defense barrier.

When facing this kind of attack, the magic defense barrier of the servants of the gods has much better defensive effect than when facing the electromagnetic rifle, so these servants of the gods quickly fought with the sweepers in front of them.

With superb swordsmanship and countless practical experience, the magician transformed into a servant of the gods can be said to be invincible in close combat.

After all, not all opponents, like the Alan Hill Empire, have a large number of electromagnetic weapons and countless ammunition, and like to play cover attacks...

When facing the Sweeper, the opponent obviously hopes to use their numerical advantage to overwhelm the God Servant troops.

This happened to be in the arms of the servant of God. What the servants of the gods like most is this kind of endless melee combat. In this state, they can slaughter their opponents in the most efficient way.

The God Servant who rushed into the crowd was entwined with sharp lightning. He waved the long sword in his hand and easily split the bodies of several sweepers in front of him.

It was as if a fiery blade had cut into the butter. This long sword was as sharp as a lightsaber, and it only took a moment for the sweepers who gathered around to feel tremendous pressure.

For the first time, they felt that they were not surrounded by a person, but a monster, a monster that could crush and devour them.

"Fireball!" After silently chanting the spell, a huge magic circle lit up behind the servant of God. Like a heavy machine gun position, the magic circle began to spew fiery fireballs around him.

As if machine guns were firing, these fireballs hit the ground like this, splashing pieces of dust that blocked the line of sight.

With the help of the raised dust, the servant of the gods charged towards the overwhelmed enemy with his long sword.

Along the way, he seemed to be chopping melons and vegetables, as if he had entered the land of no one, he chopped up the enemies who stood in front of him.

His long sword was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, possessing life, and chopped off the arms or energy cannons on the shoulders of dozens of passing sweepers in one breath, until a Destroyer blocked his way, and the speed slowed down Slow down.

Blocked by a huge enemy,

The God Servant didn't flinch either, he blasted out a huge fireball, directly engulfing the mighty Destroyer.

In the place where the flames were blazing, the servant of God turned his head again and looked at the enemies who had already filled the path of corpses he had killed through.

The corpses lying on the ground along the way were ignored, and the sweepers who stepped on the corpses of their companions were looking at the enemy who had been surrounded by them with the most angry eyes.

"Kill him!" A sweeper waved his arms forward, his sharp voice was like metal rubbing.

"Kill!" A deep voice came from the mouth of the servant of God, and then a new killing kicked off.

Avoiding a sharp finger stabbing at him, the servant of the god slashed the opponent's entire arm with a backhand sword.

Blood spilled on his white robes, covering the golden eagle that represented the Empire of Alan Hill.

Behind the smiling face mask covered by the hood to block the energy, a pair of eyes that seemed to be shining were staring at the ugly enemy.

The face of the sweeper is simply an ugly aggregate, his mouth is as sharp and sharp as the mouthparts of an octopus, and his eyes are as huge and lifeless as the compound eyes of an insect.

The God Servant felt that looking at such a weird and disgusting creature with his sword, it felt like chopping on pork.

Accompanied by a light cracking sound, the bone was chopped off by the sharp blade, blood splashed everywhere, and at the same time a body also fell down.

Another target was knocked down, and another sweeper lost his combat power. The servant of God continued to move forward, and the magic circle behind him had gradually dissipated at this time.

He couldn't maintain a high-consumption magic all the time, so at the moment the magic dissipated, another new magic began to be generated.

He is a high-level magician himself, and his magical attainments are naturally impeccable. Even after becoming a servant of the gods, he can still skillfully use what he has learned all his life.

Another magic circle lit up among the crowd of sweepers, and then countless wind blades spread in all directions.

These wind blades are as sharp as knives, directly chopping all the sweepers nearby. They were chopped into chunks, as if they had been sent through a meat grinder.

For unprotected targets, intensive low-power killing is more effective, which is the same principle as using grenades to attack exposed targets.

And on this battlefield, the enemy swarms and turns itself into a mobile fragmentation weapon, which is really effective.

After a sharp scream, at least dozens of sweepers nearby were shredded by the wind blade, and many were injured.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the God Servant in front of him once again cut down a helpless target, and then rushed forward with both feet, rushing directly into another group of sweepers.

To be honest, if the two armies confronted each other and fought with horses and horses, the servant of the gods might not have the chance to fight like this. The firepower of the sweeper is quite strong, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to let the servant of the god do whatever he wants.

The best situation is this kind of dogfighting state in which the two sides are fighting together. The sweeper troops are afraid of attacking the mouse, fearing that it will affect the friendly army, so they can only restrain their firepower and rely on their numerical advantage to fight fiercely with the servants of the gods.

This kind of scene is the favorite scene of the servant of the gods, and the natural combat power is also displayed more thoroughly, and the suppression is stronger.

In the blink of an eye, Chris, the new servant of magic, formed a local advantage on the battlefield.

Not only one God Servant is killing, there are hundreds of God Servants wielding long swords and rushing to kill among the crowd of sweepers.

There were explosions everywhere, magic everywhere, sweepers who turned their backs on their backs, and horrible screams everywhere.

From the moment the battle broke out, the Sweeper Commander's imagination was beyond the imagination. At first, these Saurons' men thought that this was just the amputation of a strong man's arm by the Ellandhill Empire.

Like the civilizations they conquered before, when the situation is very passive, the opponent has to invest elite combat forces to delay the collapse of the defense line, or cover the retreat of friendly forces that have lost their combat effectiveness.

On the one hand, this is because these civilizations have a basic moral bottom line compared with the guardians. On the other hand, it is also because the opponent does not want to leave the energy that can be devoured to the guardian troops that can replicate infinitely.

In short, this kind of behavior of strong men breaking their wrists was very common before, so the commanders of these watchmen did not pay much attention to it.

After these servants of the gods started to kill frantically, the commanders of the frontline guards realized that the counterattack force used by the opponent seemed to be much stronger than they expected.

So they could only quickly mobilize the guard troops around them, and try to encircle and suppress this lone army with terrifying combat effectiveness as much as possible.

"They used high-end combat power, so we haven't achieved any results for a while! I think that encircling and annihilating this force is the biggest blow to the Alan Hill Empire!" A sweeper commander stood in the distance, watching He kept charging forward, but he was still unable to kill those white enemies in the crowd, and said in a suppressed manner.

"Use more troops! Let them know that we watchmen are not vegetarians!" Another watchman commander ordered coldly.

Hearing his order, more sweepers began to flock to the white guards, and a more tragic fight was about to begin.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Among the sweepers' army, explosions sounded one after another, and huge fireballs summoned by magic hit the ground, burning the distressed sweeper soldiers.

As the battle progressed, the servant of God, who was rapidly consuming his magical energy, also began to feel powerless.

Just like when they faced the siege of the Alan Hill Empire before, they are now facing a situation with too many ants.

They couldn't quickly destroy the countless enemies in front of them, and their own magic was also under constant attack, and the supply began to fall short of demand.

"No one can persevere under the continuous attacks of the opponent... From the moment you enter our encirclement, you are already doomed to face death!" The sweeper commander on the hillside said triumphantly .

He had seen too many strong men, who were extremely strong and powerful, but they were all buried in the sea of ​​sweeper soldiers in the end.

"No one can go against God's will! No one!" Another Sweeper Commander swore.

At the same time as he said this, rows of Zaku were waiting for the final assembly and commissioning work in a huge manufacturing plant in the Ireland Hill Empire.

A worker was holding a wrench, staring up at the red giant-like body in front of him with wide-eyed eyes, his eyes full of shock.

Regardless of the blood flowing from his nasal cavity, he raised his arms, as if he wanted to touch the war machines of the Alan Hill Empire.

Not far from him, a person who looked like a supervisor frowned and scolded his subordinates who had been standing there for a long time: "I said how long are you going to be lazy? Just standing there stupidly? Do you want to be Deduct the bonus?"

He put down the tablet used for recording documents in his hand, and walked to the dazed subordinate with his hands behind his back. Only then did he see his head up and the nosebleed wantonly flowing on his face.

"I...are you okay...do you want to go to the medical room? I said..." Seeing the other party's pale face as if he was about to die, the supervisor was also a little flustered.

No matter how tight the construction period is and how heavy the task is, he doesn't want to see production accidents where workers die from overwork in his workshop.

It would be a major accident if someone died, and it might even have to be sent to the regional government office for approval and verification. That is not something that can be easily explained.

In short, if a production accident involving human life occurs, it will be very troublesome, and it is not a big trouble that a supervisor can solve.

"It's so beautiful! It's so interesting! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" The worker looked up at these Zaku who had completed more than 80% of them, and his face was full of excitement.

Then, he looked at the supervisor who was a little overwhelmed when he came to him, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "I didn't expect you to give me so many surprises! Hahahaha! Very good ! Very good! Don't let me down!"

After he finished speaking, he wiped the blood on his lips and chin with his hands, and made a goodbye gesture: "Goodbye! Please help him take a good look at his body. I have lost track of time, sorry."

Before the supervisor in front of him could react, the man collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness.

"Hurry up, call the doctor!" The supervisor looked at the workers lying on the ground and called out loudly.

What he didn't know was that the internal affairs departments of the Alan Hill Empire, including the Royal Special Mission Department, had recently noticed a strange disease that occurred frequently.

Within ten days, within the territory of the huge cosmic empire, it could already be counted that three people had babbled nonsense and fainted with nosebleeds. Chris himself ordered an investigation into the matter, but gave no further instructions for action.

It seemed that His Majesty the Emperor just wanted to know how many people had this strange disease, that's all.

The work of statistics is actually very easy to carry out, because the people of Ireland who are sick have medical insurance, they will naturally choose to go to the hospital to see a doctor, which is already a habit.

Under the statistics of big data, such diseases will soon be summarized, then screened by Nu Wa, and finally sorted out and placed on Chris's desk.

Chris looked at these messy cases and areas where god-like invasions occurred, and couldn't figure out what this so-called god was doing for a while.

The first symptom Chris knew very well was the little boy he sent home himself. That was the first time Chris realized that the real existence of gods.

The second case is a girl, about 20 years old. After she was controlled by the gods, she basically wandered on the busiest commercial street on planet Earth Castle 7. Finally, the mall security found her with a nosebleed and talking nonsense. After speaking a few words, he fell into a coma without any trouble.

The third case was also very boring. An ordinary old man on Xinghuan walked around the living area of ​​Xinghuan, talked nonsense and praised the wonder of Xinghuan, and then was sent to the hospital with a nosebleed.

Anyway, Chris didn't see any rules from these cases, it seems that God is randomly controlling people's bodies to visit the economic and social construction of the Alan Hill Empire...

Only the latest report on the control of the technical engineer of the Zaku factory, in terms of the degree of threat, is somewhat concerning.

However, according to the testimony of eyewitnesses, the controlled person did not do anything out of the ordinary, nor did he try to disrupt production, nor did he even intend to get close to Zaku.

This kind of random, short-term mind control with almost no purpose does not seem to affect the production and scheduling of the Alan Hill Empire.

That god also seemed to have no intention of intervening in the war between the Watcher and the Alan Hill Empire, as he himself said.

He seems to be just a spectator, just curiously watching this war as a bystander! He really just gave the watcher a buff, and then just stood by and watched.

If he really wanted the watchman to win, even if he only had a little strength exposed in front of him, it would very likely change the situation of the war.

But he didn't do that, and he would even carefully remind the people around him to take care of the unconscious host every time he took control of his body and before leaving.

It is precisely because he thought that he would remind the people around him every time, so he would leave traces of nonsense—otherwise, it would be impossible to count based on the characteristic of nosebleeds.

Among a population of tens of billions, every day a few poor people who get angry have severe colds and nosebleeds. Even if such things are counted, what's the point?

This is also the reason why Chris is so angry: the battle of life and death of the empire, the full collision of two huge forces, the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and the catastrophe of the entire universe, there are people who are watching it like a movie. He felt very unhappy.

He kept telling himself repeatedly in his heart that if he had the chance, he must give this so-called god a hard punch, so that he would know what pain is!

Isn't this god willing to watch a show? Would you like to stay out of everything and do whatever you want regardless?

If there is a chance, he, Chris, will definitely let the other party know what an immersive experience is! He will use his own power to make this god firmly remember the truth that with great power comes great responsibility!

On the planet Higgs 3, the collision between the Servant Army and the Sweeper Army is still going on. Time will not stop, so the war can only continue.

The servants of the gods, who gradually began to lose ground due to the small number of people, are still stubbornly resisting the endless sweepers like the tide.

They waved the long swords in their hands, as if they didn't know what fatigue was. But in fact, judging from the details of their battles, they have indeed begun to fall into a passive state.

The servants of the gods, who were fighting alone at first, began to cover each other in groups of threes and twos. Some god servants are still using magic, while some seem to have deliberately started saving their magic reserves.

Seeing these situations, the expression on the face of the head sweeper commander became even more excited, but because he was too ugly, his face was only distorted in the eyes of others.

More Sweepers attacked, even more Destroyer tanks mixed in with them. It seems that the commanders of these sweepers also know that if they want to end this battle in a short time, they cannot rely solely on the sweepers.

Therefore, these Sweeper commanders began to mobilize more and stronger troops, and even Prowler fighters joined the siege.

In short, in the sky and on the ground, the army of watchmen launched a siege to the army of servants of God who parachuted into their hinterland.

They seldom encountered opponents who dared to directly kill their hinterland like this. When faced with the threat of such a large number of enemies, daring to venture into the hinterland of the enemy's army required such courage that it was unimaginable.

Of course... the commanders of the watchmen did not expect that these terrifying white-clothed killing gods who were slaughtering in front of them were not actually life forms in the traditional sense.

They... Or they are not life at all, but similar to drones that are remotely controlled by humans, and it doesn't seem to be a pity to lose them.

The commanders of these watchmen also never imagined that the huge empire in front of them, which combines magic and science and technology, sometimes produces things that even the gods they believe in are full of praise.

Who would have thought that the so-called god had become addicted to visiting the Alan Hill Empire recently. Go for a stroll at every turn, looking around for messy things that interest him.

On the hillside, the sweeper commander overlooking the entire battlefield finally couldn't bear it anymore. He spoke and ordered in his disgusting voice: "Send out the conquerors! Make these poor wretches completely desperate!"

He felt that it should be the best choice to annihilate the enemy's troops in front of him as soon as possible to avoid long nights and dreams.

However, beside him, another sweeper commander asked with some concern: "Could it be a trap?"

The clearer commander, who was obviously of higher status, waved his hand and said with a sneer, "Even if it's a trap, we have to annihilate this army! I don't want to fight to this point and let these damned enemies run away." !"

Ever since, the lower-level sweeper commander bowed his head and agreed: "Yes! Then we will dispatch the Destroyer immediately!"

On the battlefield at the far end, a servant of God was finally chased and intercepted by countless sweepers. He was hit by a ball of black energy and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The battlefield where he was was immediately flooded by sweepers, and these sweepers, who had been red-eyed for a long time, rushed to the wounded servant of God desperately.

In the next second, the God Servant, who had been thrown to the ground and bitten by several sweepers, suddenly laughed wildly.

As if he had encountered something interesting, he laughed crazily. Amid the laughter, his body suddenly swelled up like this.

Just before these sweepers could react and didn't know what happened, the God Servant created by pure magical energy exploded his body in this way.

A huge explosion burst into dazzling light among thousands of Sweeper soldiers, a small mushroom cloud steamed and flew into the sky, and then everything returned to silence.

There were mutilated Sweeper corpses everywhere, and stunned Sweeper soldiers everywhere. And at the bottom of the huge crater formed by the explosion, a piece of white rags slowly fell.

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