Chapter 401 Come on, Imperial Capital! We Can Win!

"Can you hold it?"

This sentence flashed through the minds of countless people.

The TV station's cameras focused more on ordinary soldiers, because they could not capture the imperial-level battle above the sky. The energy there was too majestic, and the high-energy arc light that overflowed affected the work of the camera.

In the distance, countless star-like light balls collided violently in the air. No corpses fell, and the flesh and blood had long been wiped out.

On the earth.

There was a giant blue python with fine scales and four claws on its abdomen. Its erect snake pupils were indifferent, not indifferent without intelligence, but cunning that belonged to humans.

It was the martial soul of a king-level soul master, the Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon!

Countless tanks fired at the Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon, but they could only slightly block its rampant pace, and they did not even penetrate the scales, let alone severely injure the opponent.

The soul master came too suddenly.

The unprepared imperial capital could only respond in this "stupid" way.

The Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon suddenly turned its head and body, and its tail accelerated like a whip, slashing the road surface and evenly cutting the tall buildings in half wherever it passed.

The fearless tank team was firmly embedded in the mud under the power of the tail, and died.

"Roar!!!!"

The Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon accelerated suddenly, brought its hideous snake head close to the camera, opened its fanged mouth, and roared. The camera disintegrated in the sound waves and turned into scattered and incomplete fragments.

This scene really scared the audience across the country.

Many foreign viewers who were connected to the Internet were also shocked, and almost punched out reflexively, blowing up the computer/TV screen.

"Wow..."

A girl from Tianlan No. 9 couldn't help crying, covering her face and not daring to look directly at it. I don't know if she was scared by the Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon or couldn't bear to look at the tragic death of the soldiers.

Not only her.

The whole class, the whole school, the whole city, and the whole country all shifted their sights at the same time, not wanting to see this human tragedy.

Without the obstruction of the tank team, the Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon, as the spearhead of the entire soul master team, headed towards the heart of the imperial capital, overlooking the terrified faces in the residential buildings with a domineering attitude of a hegemon.

…

Boom! !

Boom! !

In the imperial battlefield above the sky, a figure fell straight down, and the ground collapsed like a ripple. The foundations of large areas of houses and high-rise buildings were destroyed and turned into powder after the collapse.

Hundreds of drones ventured forward.

Wanting to get first-hand information about the imperial war.

The broadcasted images made the audience across the country gasp.

I saw a huge palm print of the sky, slamming hard on the ground, and the cracks that spread out turned into palm lines. In the center of the palm, there lay a dead middle-aged man with a resolute face.

The drones presented from all angles, allowing the audience to glimpse the full picture of the core battlefield.

"That, that seems to be General Jin Huiyang of the Imperial Capital..."

Someone recognized the general's identity. It didn't matter if they didn't know him. Knowing that he was an imperial beastmaster and that he fell from the dome, they could already associate many bad things.

Soon.

Another figure fell.

The old man who appeared first, his face was pale, spitting blood, half-kneeling in front of General Jin Huiyang's body, and his poor condition was visible to the naked eye.

"You are really weak!"

In the air, four figures commented in a high-up, god-like manner.

They really have the qualifications, because they won the short and tragic civil war of the same level!

So what if they beat the few with more? Anyway, they won, they stood and the opponents lay down, it's that simple!

As they swore victory.

The entire Imperial Capital fell into a deathly silence.

The depressing atmosphere spread across the country, and people stared at the screen. The picture of the drone was very clear, and no soul master went to destroy these drones, as if they were deliberately showing off their military power.

The best strategy is to attack the enemy's plan, the next best is to attack their alliances, the next best is to attack their troops, and the worst is to attack their cities... to defeat the enemy without fighting!

They are intentionally destroying people's psychological defenses!

The soul masters' idea was successful... Audiences from all over the country could not imagine that the imperial giants were defeated, what trump cards could the imperial capital still have?

The bad news waiting for the imperial capital is likely to be the tragedy of New York City, with millions of people lost!

It was also at this moment that people realized that the battlefield was so close to them, especially after the top strongmen fell, ordinary people or low-level beastmasters were exposed nakedly in the eyes of powerful enemies.

"Come on, imperial capital... we can win!"

"Imperial capital... come on... we can win!"

The low murmurs from all over the country, with expectations and hopes, gradually turned into high-pitched shouts, and turned into a thunderous roar like a slogan, venting emotions hoarsely.

Converge into a sentence.

"Come on... we can win..."

"We can win..."

"We can win..."

Imperial capital

The current director, who was acting as the temporary commander, raised his arm with difficulty, picked up the intercom for communicating with all the soldiers, took a deep breath, and his tone became cold and firm.

"All troops attack..."

"Bring back the emperor of Shenxia!"

The battle situation was very clear. Two emperors, one dead and one injured, if left alone, the previous director who was retired in the Beast Control Bureau would surely die.

The issuance of this order would surely cause countless deaths, and they would be meaningless and tragic deaths like suicide!

But there was no way...

The emperors could do their best for the whole city, how could they remain indifferent? Even if it meant sacrificing their lives!

The battlefield of the imperial capital, which had been silent for several breaths, became restless again, like boiling water in a pressure cooker.

The artillery fire enveloped the four figures above the sky, but dissipated in the spherical area hundreds of meters away, not to mention causing damage, it could not even cause an impact.

The handprint of the sky printed on the earth.

Nine king-level beast masters gathered, led by the old man, to guard the body of General Jin Huiyang.

They were hesitant on their faces. Who would not panic when facing death? But being able to appear here is enough to prove their determination in their hearts... They must get the emperor-level predecessors out of danger!

"You guys~" The old man sighed, his mood was complicated and he was mostly moved.

The four soul masters of the same level on the opposite side, if they took out two of them alone, it would be enough for him and Jin Huiyang to drink a pot.

Especially the soul master with the title of "Hand of the Sky", he was indeed well-deserved and incredibly strong. No wonder he could travel across the Lighthouse Federation and make the Lighthouse Federation helpless.

It feels like the Hand of Heaven alone can kill him and Jin Huiyang, the gap between the two sides is too big!

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"Can you win? Do you want to win with your life!"

The Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon heard the shouts of the crowd, and its vocal cords vibrated the air, emitting a cold and ruthless electronic sound, revealing its usual superiority.

And around its body, there were countless broken limbs and arms, and blood almost blocked the sewer.

"I, we can win!"

In front of the wide main road, and also in front of the Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon, a tiny figure opened his arms, his voice trembling, but he became more and more determined, as if he had already seen victory.

"Go to hell with your fantasy."

The Rakshasa Pseudo-Dragon swung its giant tail and slapped it forward. When the giant tail covered with scales was about to approach, it burst uncontrollably, blood and flesh flew, and bones were exposed.

The scales that could not be broken by tank shells were as fragile as tofu at this time!