Six Hundred Fifty-Nine Is Like Looking for Shells

"Tch!" A staff member on duty unscrewed a bottle of carbonated drink in the relatively quiet Elland Hill Satellite Command and Dispatch Center recently.

The dark brown liquid was steaming with bubbles, tumbling and jumping, looking so festive. This drink called Coke was very popular once it was launched, and it is now a trendy drink that is popular throughout Ireland.

"Gudong... Gudong..." The slightly fat worker drank half of the bottle of Coke with a tilt of his neck, and then let out a refreshing moan: "Ah..."

He screwed on the cover, then glanced at the screen, and saw that among the 10 reconnaissance satellites he was in charge of managing, one of the reconnaissance satellites was passing over the Magic Eye, sending back real-time monitoring images.

"Devil?" He saw some different changes near the magic eye that had been silent for a long time.

So, putting the coke bottle in his hand aside, the staff member on duty used the mouse to frame the image near the magic eye, magnified it ten times, and checked it again.

"Hey! It's really a demon army!" After confirming that there was a demon army invading, the staff member on duty immediately grabbed the phone next to him: "This is the combat readiness duty room of the satellite command and dispatch center... the magical land of the old elves. Near the eye, there are demons reactivating... yes, yes..."

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In Serris, the royal city of Ireland Hill Empire, in the most sacred palace of the empire, a waiter quickly handed over a piece of information to Luther.

Luther knocked on the door of Chris's room. After getting permission, he pushed open the door, walked to Chris's side, and handed the message he had just sent to His Majesty the Emperor: "Your Majesty, just sent Here comes the news... Demons appeared near the Magic Eye in the Elven Old Land."

"Oh?" Chris put down the report on the infrastructure construction in the southern region in his hand, took the information from Luther, and glanced down: "It's about the same as the estimate of the General Staff."

"The scale is even bigger than expected... The ground security force has confirmed it." Luther answered softly.

"I hope this kind of thing will happen less and less in the future." Chris put the information on an inconspicuous corner of the table, and said to Luther: "Since everything has a plan, then Let them operate according to plan."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Luther bowed slightly and retreated.

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The strike control center of the Celestial Rod weapon system,

An officer took the authorization document and walked up to the general in charge of commanding the Heavenly God's Staff, and showed the document to the other party: "The authorization password is dictated by His Majesty the Emperor, and you can make a call now."

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" The general raised his chin when the other party mentioned His Majesty, stood at attention and replied in salute: "Everything is ready and ready to launch at any time!"

"Long live Alan Hill!" The officer also stood at attention and saluted, turned around in a very standard way, and left the spacious headquarters.

"Start the launch procedure immediately!" The general handed the authorization document to his subordinates, then turned around and grabbed the phone hanging on the wall: "This is the strike control center of the God's Rod weapon system, call His Majesty the Emperor... Yes, yes, I understand...the attack begins immediately!"

After hanging up the phone, he turned around and looked at the operators sitting on the console beside him: "Start it... the target elf's old magic eye..."

"Yes!" Several operators stood at attention and saluted, and then began to type on the keyboard. The pleasant clicking sound of their fingers on the keyboard represented that Death was sharpening his sickle.

In space, on a huge satellite deployed in a synchronous orbit, the automatic operating system is awakened by remote control. Several power-on lights came on and the computer started working.

Afterwards, the heavy machinery began to rotate, the huge chain rolled up, and a huge metal cylinder carved with magic circles was pushed into the launching device by the mechanical arm.

It doesn't need a high acceleration, nor does it need a gorgeous launch method. It can complete a fatal blow with a little boost and the acceleration of gravity of Alan Siris itself.

Because of the existence of magic, it doesn't need a lot of mass, nor does it need enough volume to deal with the friction consumption of the atmosphere. There will be magic circle protection around this cylinder to reduce friction, and finally achieve a very good attack effect.

This attack is controllable and very precise. The biggest difference between it and the great fall technique is that the subsequent destructive power of this weapon, which is called a god, is much smaller.

"Sometimes I don't understand why we have a more powerful three-phase bomb, and why do we need to develop this kind of space-based weapon..." A young officer looked at the synchronous orbit that was finally adjusting the launch attitude on the computer screen Tianshen Satellite asked the boss beside him in a low voice.

The boss standing next to him lowered his voice and explained: "The difference is like finding a mosquito at home. You have many choices on how to kill the mosquito."

He gave a vivid example: "The more effective way is that you slap it with your hands, so that your hands hurt, it's like using ordinary soldiers to fight demons, losses are inevitable, which is very uncomfortable .”

Then he continued: "Attacking with powerful nuclear weapons is like using pesticides in one's own home. Although it is effective, no one wants to make the house full of choking smells, and you have to worry about it." Pesticides are poisonous and affect your own body."

"But the Rod of God is different. It is effective, environmentally friendly, and has no radioactive pollution. It's like having a fly swatter. Just one precise swatter, and the mosquito will be smashed to pieces..." Finally, he had a smile on his face. With a smug expression, he talked about the "Tianjin's new toy" that he is currently working on.

"With it, at least on this planet, no one can disobey His Majesty the Emperor!" Finally, the general concluded with a little pride.

"I really hope that we can have such weapons in the Demon Realm!" the young officer said with emotion.

"There will be, perhaps, there will be a weapon more powerful than this weapon, maybe." The general saw on the monitor that the metal cylinder representing the sanction broke away from the satellite and rushed towards the target along the predetermined orbit. Go, said casually.

"The old land of the elves... all the land will be turned over again... Then, we just need to use a rake to find the corpses of demons in the soft soil, just like children looking for shells on the beach." The leader general put his hands behind his back. , gave a beautiful but incompatible metaphor——

Chinese New Year is approaching, and things at home are quite messy. The update of Longling will be guaranteed as much as possible, but the time can only be random. Please bear with me, I am very sorry.