Chapter 549 Battle Deployment

The Balaia advanced in the air, and was about to sink the Nestor III.

The ship is fully loaded with 230 fighter jets and 100 military shuttles, with 12,000 soldiers and 8 battle witches. In addition, there is a reality manipulator, and this reality manipulator is more powerful than the Balaya itself.

"Wasp".

They have already made a full battle plan, and they also have countermeasures against the potentially powerful witches of Nisto Corporation. They are codenamed "Lancemen", "Teleporters", and "Destroyers" in the intelligence department of Blackfyre Innovation. . As for the true identities of the latter two, Black Fire Revolution is also clear, they must be 101 and 102.

Nisto Corporation stole 2 important materials from the Sons of Illusion sequence, so they couldn't help but worry about the Black Flame Revolution.

The Balaya was preparing for battle day and night, just waiting for the opportunity to confront the Nisto Company.

Meet this air-ship decisive battle and sing the victory chapter of Black Fire Innovation to the whole world.

As the sons of phantom light cultivated by Black Fire Innovation with huge investment, 101 and 102 have hidden countless recoverable experimental data. As regular battle witches, they will never miss this military exercise, and they will train with the airship force to prepare for future transoceanic expeditions.

"This is our chance... defeating the Nisto Company, which has won many victories, has given us a great momentum, and we can also regain 101 and 102..." Rollo whispered, "...you must tear their fleet apart with magic power. "

Hornet's mind imagined the situation when she used the order to destroy the fleet in reality. Although she didn't want to be an enemy of Nisto Corporation, it was quite interesting to destroy one or two empty ships. Since she can command reality, reality is her slave.

"The only question is, what do I get?" Wasp sat up.

"Fire pays..."

Hornet was disturbed when he heard the words. Legend has it that the most powerful witches in the Black Fire Revolution all accepted the roasting of the Black Fire and thus became the bearers of the Black Flame.

"...to become like you."

"...Do you still remember the last time I took you to see the black flame..." Rollo stood in a corner of the narrow cabin. He was huge, almost occupying a small half of the entire room. Compared with the thin wasp, he looked like an adult The difference from immature girls.

When Wasp thought of the black flames, she trembled all over. She couldn't help trembling, struggling on the small bed, thinking of the pain the flames brought to her, when the boiling heat divided her spirit and psychology, it was like an invisible sawmill The same cut her body, trying to find the source of her magic power.

She couldn't help screaming, and smashed her fists on Rollo's head, making limp knocks on the outer hard leather of his helmet.

"Monster!" Hornet yelled.

Monsters—monsters—echoed.

The soldiers of the Black Flame Army in the corridor couldn't help but look at each other, the sound almost awakened the fear in their hearts.

"...that sliver of flame you saw at HQ...was just what we separated from the black flames... hiss... hoo..." Rollo looked at the wasp.

"Become like you! Disgusting!"

"The flames under this armor can also sing and dance. What are you dissatisfied with?" Rollo raised his arms, listening carefully to the sound of burning fire under the metal gloves.

"I don't want to be a firewood! I want A40 to protect me!" Hornet screamed.

"No need for A40, we'll protect you...you enabled physics experiments, surrendered hostile intelligence agents, resurrected the dead, changed the outcome of battles, created superhuman soldiers, sunk many fleets...bringing 3 to the Blackfyre Revolution Hundreds of billions in return..."

Hornets beat Rollo in a rage.

He was just a ball of flame, wrapped in invulnerable armor, and beaten by the hornets.

"...Idiot Wasp...Idiot A40..." Rollo said contemptuously.

"Idiots are attracted to each other." Hornet's growl became louder, her voice tearing vocal cords so that it became hoarse.

"Why on earth do you... love A40 so much?"

Rollo took her beating, and Wasp convulsed more and more.

"Only in this way - I don't have to be a witch, a lunatic, or a monster - I can be A40's wife!"

Hearing his last voice, Wasp was instantly enveloped in a rosy hallucination. Wasp was going to be A40's bride. She sweetly thought about how she would take care of A40 after marriage. She would dry the blood and grime off its chassis, mend its tattered coat, tidy it up and repair scratches. She can build a hut, live in it with A40, it goes to work during the day, and the wasp is willing to dry clothes on the balcony. They meet again in the evening, sit at the same table and talk to each other, then make their beds and wait for the next day.

Wasp was mesmerized by her own fantasies, and a vaguely happy look came over her face, and she stopped screaming, much to the discomfort of the soldiers in the corridor outside. Wasp sat on the bunk and fell straight back.

Rollo took off Wasp's shoes, put his feet on the bunk, and placed himself facing the bed. Then he turned off the light, stepped out of the cabin, and locked the door.

"How is she?" the armored guard at the door asked anxiously.

"...the food is doubled in three hours," Rollo whispered. "Be careful when feeding her, she'll bite off your fingers."

"yes."

Rollo glanced at the time.

In another 9 hours, the Balaya will have an air-to-ship decisive battle with the Nisto Company.

I'm afraid this will become the largest ship burial operation. The Hornets can command reality. What chance does Nisto have? After defeating the weak Nisto Corporation, it will be Xia's turn.

Rollo came to the airship barracks, where 20 invisible guards were on standby. They were wearing more advanced armor, and now they stood up in unison, paying respect to Rollo, the retired old guard.

"... Annihilate the main force of the enemy fleet in one go, shoot down the 'Lancers', and recover 101 and 102. Once you find out that Nisto Company has been beaten so miserably...Xia will also back down." Rollo briefly explained the main goal.

"Understood!" The invisible guards lined up neatly, like a wall of shadows.

Rollo nodded slowly.

…Weak entrepreneurs just play the financial game of bubbles, terrified of the inevitable crash. And the Blackfyre Revolution will show them... what is the strength to rule the world.

On the other side, the outskirts of Sado City.

The team members act separately and complete the task separately. Linyin is in charge of communication. She, Lu Jing, Miying, A999 and Ozutsu Zensuke are also preparing to raid the military base. Yoshiyuki Hosoda and Snowball go to the suburbs to gather laborers.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki had to grab something to eat first, and then find a quiet place to sleep. The logging camp he saw earlier was a good choice.

"Why did you choose to follow me?" Hosoda Yoshiyuki looked at the snowball behind him.

"I'm afraid of being treated as a human shield by Miss Linyin..." Xueqiu was afraid.

When he came to the logging camp, Yoshiyuki Hosoda looked over. At about 3:00 a.m., there were almost no people standing guard, only two entrances, one south and one north, had guard posts.

Snowball crawled around and sniffed around.

"Did you find anything?" Hosoda Yoshiyuki looked at Xueqiu, thinking of the stray dogs near his home when he was a child, who were trapped and killed by strays.

Xueqiu ran to the wasteland 100 meters away, digging around with his front paws, and quickly dug out some bones. Yoshiyuki Hosoda frowned and inspected, and found dead bones everywhere.

This is a corpse pit.

Yoshiyuki Hosoda knelt down and checked the tattered clothes of the citizens on the bones. About 200 to 300 people died here. Hosoda Yoshiyuki felt outraged just thinking about that kind of beastly behavior.

"I will help you get revenge." Hosoda Yoshiyuki grabbed a handful of soil, squeezed it tightly, and then sprinkled it on the bones.

The island has not been visited by foreign enemies for more than half a year, and all animals have been hunted down. The guards in the logging camp are not vigilant. They only guard against fish monsters on the night of the full moon, and they are usually quite lax.

Yoshiyuki Hosoda spread his right arm, and a small-caliber sniper rifle popped out of it.

He took out the silencer and plugged it into the muzzle of the sniper rifle, switched his eyes to night vision mode, fired quickly, and fired at the helpless sentries, watching their figures fall in sight.

After clearing the guards at the entrance, he slowly entered the barracks.

Early morning is the time when people sleep the most. The soldiers snore one after another, which is still loud through the door. Yoshiyuki Hosoda felt as if he had entered a factory surrounded by countless roaring engines.

He popped the knife out of his arm, and with a sharp weapon in his body, he wanted to kill himself.

Throats were cut, hearts were pierced, and heads were shot. The sleeping soldiers were silently killed one by one by Yoshiyuki Hosoda, and blood flowed between the beds.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki heard footsteps, as if a soldier had just returned from using the toilet. He left the soldier he had just killed, went outside, and saw that man was still walking half asleep, completely oblivious to the fact that his companions were being killed one by one.

So he walked around behind the sleepy-eyed soldier like a ghost, and chopped off his head with a knife. He was still walking forward, and the head had already fallen off his neck.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki quickly grabbed the soldier's sleeve, and then quietly put him on the ground.

He believes that killing these brutal garrisons is a kind of merit, and the blade of the prosthetic body is full of blood.

In the end, there was only one locked room left. Yoshiyuki Hosoda took a deep breath, smashed through it with all his might, and then massacred the dozen or so soldiers who were still confused and surprised.

"Who is arguing?"

"Wow--"

"There are enemies..."

"Help!"

Yoshiyuki Hosoda plunged into the center, swinging his sword left and right, slashing at anyone he saw, killing the last enemy as well. This time the commotion was a bit louder, but there was no longer any room left.

knock off.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki put the knife in his arm, and the feeling of cleaning up the mess should be as happy as it is. The bloody smell around him was strong, and Hosoda Yoshiyuki had long been used to it.

"Is it pleasant to kill, sir?" Snowball followed.

"When it's easy for you to take someone's life, you... don't care so much."

After killing the defenders, Hosoda Yoshiyuki left the bloody barracks and came to the material warehouse. Most of the things were sealed in crates, and he didn't know what was inside.

Snowball used its olfactory module to smell the box where the food was stored. Hosoda Yoshiyuki cut it open with a knife, and the inside was full of canned food.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly took canned mixed fruits, canned soybean pork, and luncheon meat to eat, hoping to fill his hungry stomach, and the delicious food was transformed into strength little by little.

When he was full, he lay down on one of the crates to sleep.

"The laborers will find themselves free after dawn," Hosoda Yoshiyuki said, "I have killed all the garrisons."

"But even so, do they really have the courage to stand up and resist?" Snowball didn't quite understand.

"Slaves are nobler and more powerful than their masters." Hosoda Yoshiyuki murmured, "Because slaves will eventually have a chance and look forward to turning themselves into masters. But masters are always afraid, afraid, afraid of being killed by slaves, and even more afraid of themselves. become a slave."

"I see..." Snowball nodded.

"We are all slaves to varying degrees, oppressed by various forms of the material world, so we want to resist, and want to go to a new world without torture. We always think... Although we can't get there, we yearn for it..."

Snowball squatted on the ground and made a simulated wheezing sound.

Yoshiyuki Hosoda found he finally had a loyal audience.

He murmured, talking about his own affairs, other people's affairs, past, present and future. The enemy's blood dripped from his arm. After saying that he was tired, he gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.