Chapter 465 Savage

"Ninety-two spells to summon spirits!" In order to further strengthen his attack output, Yamamoto took out a yellow talisman from the inner layer of his samurai uniform.

This talisman paper from Kuchiki, the strongest onmyoji in Yamato, is one of the parting gifts he left to this country. As the leader of the compromise faction, Kuchiki gave up everything and left Yamato long before the war began.

The rune paper spontaneously ignited without fire and instantly turned into a wisp of smoke. The blood-red rune engraved on it turned into a spark and disappeared into Yamamoto's body.

Soon, the flame spirit released by Yamamoto changed from the previous mechanical hollow and became as agile as if it had life.

Yanling no longer fought alone and mindlessly chased the target. Instead, he formed many small battle groups to outflank the enemy in a more efficient way.

Following closely behind the Flame Spirit was Yamato's samurai team.

After they were strengthened by the Onmyoji behind them, they carried long knives that could easily cut open tanks, and flew from low altitude like humanoid mechas.

The third-level warriors who have received the blessings of various spells can reach the fourth level in combat power in a short period of time. They are barely qualified to participate in this battle and become one of the cannon fodder.

The power of spells covering the inside and outside of the body can protect them from at least being killed by the aftermath, but facing the main force of the fifth level, they are still unable to withstand a few attacks.

They just relied on their relatively large numbers and used their lives to make up for the gap in combat power between Yamato and the invading forces.

"Why are you making such unnecessary resistance?" Bahamut looked at the swordsmen around him who were showing fanaticism and rushing towards their deaths, with confusion on his face.

In its view, these poor little ants tried their best to rush to its side regardless of sacrifices, but they could only give themselves a painless bite.

The wounds they caused could be completely healed in a few seconds at most, given the powerful bodies of the Four Sacred Beasts.

From a combat perspective, their sacrifices were meaningless.

"This is our country! How can you, these uncivilized beasts, understand!" The few warriors closest to it with red eyes answered Baham with howls that were almost tearing their throats. Special question.

"Oh." It slapped several people into a ball of blood mist with one claw, as if it thought they were too noisy, "Can't you just talk properly? You have to yell like a madman."

"Have you ever thought about civilization back then?" Bahamut sneered at the words of a few little people, showing a look of contempt.

When they were indiscriminately killed by humans as spiritual materials in the dense forest, no one ever said a word for themselves. Even if the mutated creatures have high intelligence and can actually communicate, many people know it.

It’s just that everyone is pretending to be stupid and is unwilling to take a step that would undermine the interests of countless people. They use the excuse of defending human interests to continue massacring mutant creatures instead of taking the initiative to start communication.

It wasn't until the White Land was born that everything changed.

Now when they are counterattacking humans, these guys actually talk to themselves about civilization and barbarism? It smiled contemptuously, and then used the laser on its tail to instantly evaporate the nasty blood mist.

"You stupid little bug, it's better to be wiped out."

"..."

"Kill the invaders!"

"Defend your home!"

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"We have no way to retreat, because behind us is Tokyo!"

Although the accusations made by several samurai before their death had no impact on Bahamut, who had a very different way of thinking, they greatly boosted the morale of the Yamato resistance forces.

The scene of his comrade's generous sacrifice undoubtedly made the anger of others rise a lot in an instant.

The samurai holding a katana tried to squeeze out every ounce of his strength to tear apart the enemy in front of him.

With terrifying speed and weird movement skills, they shuttled through the scorching hell composed of plasma cannons, lasers, and gunpowder on both sides of the battle, protecting their own long-range output and destroying the invading enemies.

The samurai sword in their hands, where life and life intersect, together with the life field covering the surface of the body, formed a lightweight protective shield to protect them from the hail of bullets.

The fanatical battlefield atmosphere has even spread to the users of hot weapons in the back line of defense, even though the operation of modern weapons actually does not rely much on the morale of the soldiers themselves, and what is more needed is a calm mind.

But it just gives people the illusion that after such a round of craze, both the frequency of weapon firing and the ferocity of the firepower itself seem to have become stronger.

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"Let Xu join the battle, the unlocking password is..." Three hours later, Yamamoto decided to turn over the trump card he had prepared in advance, because he felt that if he didn't use it, there would be no chance to use it again, because the battle would inevitably collapse towards his own side. Go up.

The white land's invasion force this time gathered more than 80% of the world's high-level mutant creatures, and the opponent did not fight purely on its own naked clothing, but was also armed to the teeth with modern weapons.

They are far superior to Yamato's local resistance forces in terms of both quantity and quality. It can be said to be a miracle that their troops can persist until now with their explosive morale.

"hiss……"

"Hiss..." When someone heard this sound on the battlefield, countless corpses that were instantly frozen came into their eyes at the same moment.

"what?!"

"Why did so many people suddenly fall down?"

Wherever the void goes, regardless of whether it is friend or foe, any life form that blocks its path will be frozen into popsicles in an instant.

Because its speed is so fast, its body made of liquid light allows it to have an unparalleled speed close to two-thirds of the speed of light. Even the controller himself cannot control this crazy power.

What the controller can do is actually just set a destination, and then let this aircraft with unparalleled speed destroy all obstacles in the way and reach the destination in a straight line before he can react.

The ultra-low temperature of one hundred thousandth K on the surface of the superfluid is enough to eliminate most things that get in the way.

"Bang! Bang!"

The bustling battlefield suddenly became quiet, leaving only the sound of the ice sculptures breaking.

The colorless god of death keeps waving his scythe, constantly harvesting the lives on the battlefield.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"What the hell is it?!" Frystan looked at his pierced claws with confusion in his eyes.

The virtual speed is so fast that they can't sense it at all. Although the damage caused by a single attack is not serious and the wound can heal in half a minute, this kind of power that comes and goes without a trace really makes Bahamut and the others a little worried.