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"Wow, what a grand scene! Look at how many Hades' troops are there in front of us? Even the desert has changed color!"

As the Millennium Quicksand approached the Holy City of Origin where winds and clouds gathered, the players who joined the battlefield on this cool gadget also learned about what was happening ahead through their own means. Relying on the battlefield images relayed back by the psychic scouts, the players on the Sun Ship immediately understood their opponents and began to design targeted tactics.

Although most of the tactics seemed like a joke, this scene still shocked some of the accompanying Sand Sea Guards.

No, man.

We know you are brave, but the Hades army that has surrounded the Holy City of Origin in three circles and three circles outside is not an opponent that can be defeated by manpower alone!
In this situation, isn't it a bit too outrageous to still passionately discuss "I will chop off a hundred heads" and "I will be invincible"?

With so few of us, if we just rush in any direction we will be easily surrounded and annihilated. The undead have no such thing as morale, and they will not collapse immediately just because you kill their commander by sneak attack or decapitation.

The command system of the Hades Army is hierarchical. Killing the commander will only transfer the command power to other higher-level undead. Unless the command system of the Hades Army is completely paralyzed in a short period of time, it will fall into a head-on confrontation with the Undead Army and end in a cruel one-on-one fight.

What's worse, with every death of a living being, the power of the undead grows.

If the speed of killing is not as fast as the speed of summoning spirits, then maybe after the battle, when our side is completely wiped out, the military strength of the undead side will increase instead of decrease.

Although the rebel pharaohs were expelled by the will of the underworld and could no longer transfer their own spirits and the spirits of their undead to the underworld plane, which meant that they would die when they were knocked down, the number of the enemy was indeed too large!

Those bastards among the rebellious guys who wanted to go all out have already packed up all the Hades troops they could muster and sent them here. Although these may not be the elite troops in the hands of the rebellious pharaohs, the number of more than 200,000 is indeed enough to shake the majesty of the desert.

Not to mention, in the opposing camp there is a Giant Sun God Soldier that looks terrifyingly strong and is frantically attacking the walls of the Holy Land of Origin. The situation on the battlefield can be described as "dying" no matter how you look at it.

"Tsk, isn't it just a twenty-fold numerical advantage?"

When the Millennium Quicksand sent out the signal to prepare for airborne landing, the giant shark carrying the battle axe controlled the exoskeleton and ran towards the landing cabin, while cheering up the other brothers with sad faces beside him:

"That means that we only need to kill 20 undeads each to send the Hades army back to their hell! With our fighting power, killing 20 undeads by ourselves is easy, isn't it?"

"Fuck, how come you have awakened the talent of 'Great Mathematician'?"

Happy Stick, who was already having a headache about how to fight this battle, suddenly had an even bigger headache after hearing the giant shark's crazy talk. He scolded:

"The Hades Army is not an enemy with poor discipline like the Black Plague Gnolls. They have a complete military organization, strict marching standards, and a combat system honed in actual combat. The scene you imagine of one person rushing in and being invincible is unlikely to happen. The fate of being trapped by those shield-wielding skeleton warriors is to be easily harvested.

This time it is a tactical confrontation between phalanxes. Only when our firepower breaks the enemy line will you have the opportunity to attack and chop off their heads.

Giant Shark, you big axe-wielding infantryman, hold on for a moment!
Don’t run around as you please.”

As soon as Bang Ge finished speaking, Lao Qin's powerful voice rang out in the airborne area:
"Attention all combat units!

After airdropping to the ground, please ask the guild commanders to assemble according to the tactical arrangements. We will airdrop 10 dragoons and 20 power armors as heavy propulsion units. The task of all combatants is to protect our propulsion units from being destroyed by the enemy and to open up a front-line safety zone near the airborne landing point to provide a gathering place for the reinforcements and brothers arriving from the rear.

As the commander of this land operation, I emphasize it again!
We will not launch a formal counterattack until the fire support and other brothers arrive, so the combat at this stage is mainly focused on "occupying points" and preserving manpower.

Subsequent supporters will arrive in two hours and three hours respectively, please be sure to conserve your energy! "

After that, a ten-minute countdown for the airborne operation began to pop up on the signboard in the space area. The 3500 elite players on the ship had already played a "pseudo-airborne operation" once before, so they were naturally familiar with the same thing for the second time. They entered the landing capsule that was recovered in Ptolemy Royal City, talking and laughing.

In contrast, the Shahai guards who followed His Majesty Khufu to suppress the rebellion were solemn and nervous.

It’s not their fault.

After all, in the thousand-year history of the Songhai Empire, the living and the dead have been in a relationship of mutual support, and such large-scale hostility rarely occurs, not to mention that there is a high probability that the elders of the current living are active among the underworld army in front of them.

In the current situation, the grandfather and grandson meet on the battlefield and fight to the death for different choices.
This sounds like a hell of a joke.

But at the moment of entering the landing capsule and preparing to slam into the earth with a "violent iron rain", even the dullest Songhai guard had understood a truth.

The life they knew in the past no longer exists!

Whether it likes it or not, after this war, the national conditions of the Songhai Empire will undergo a profound and thorough transformation in all aspects.

At the same time, in the command room of the bridge, Murphy and Paying, who were going to attack with the players, were confirming the final information with General Bhopal and Ms. Mosna who stayed on the Sun Ship.

“The solar ship will be airdropped before entering the strong magnetic field interference zone, and then we will enter a cruise at an altitude of 10,000 meters and use solar bombardment to carry out precise artillery bombardment on the battlefield. The main bombing area is outside the Holy City of Origin, to assist the defenders there to resist the strong attack of the Hades Army.

But it also meant that it was difficult for us to support the advance from the rear.”

General Bhopal operated on the electronic sand table projected in front of him. He divided the area around the Holy City of Origin into two areas and said to Murphy and Payen:
"The ground troops must enter the support zone before they can receive fire support from the Sun Ship. But this means that you must kill through one-third of the Hades' positions, which is equivalent to requiring you to march about ten kilometers under the siege of two hundred thousand undeads."

“It’s not difficult.”

Lord Pa Ying said expressionlessly:

“The Transians have carried out even crazier tactical operations in the Black Disaster, and they succeeded. I believe this goal will not be difficult for the increasingly powerful Heroic Spirits from other worlds.

The real problem is that I don't think the giant walls of the Holy City of Origin can withstand the attacks of the Giant Gods for another three hours. Although the Holy City of Death Moon is closer to here, it will take at least three hours for the Death Moon Giant Gods to reach here.

This is even when Her Majesty Fulier has used a lot of faith to strengthen the speed of the Giant God Soldier. How the main structure of the Creation Engine will last for more than three hours is a big problem. "

"The mechanical guards there will buy some time."

Mosna said:
"If the combat strength of the elite protection guards is what I remember, then a standard defense regiment should be able to effectively kill and delay the Giant God Soldier. The holy relics located in various places on the latter's body are its biggest disadvantage.

Once the number of holy relics is cleared below a certain level, the power of faith that the Giant God Soldier can mobilize will be greatly reduced.

I have already told Penny and Bertie, the 'anti-mechanical combat team', to join the attack on the Giant God. In addition, considering the material strength of the main body of the Creation Engine, it would not be easy to cause structural damage even with the Giant God's scorching sun attack.

What really needs attention is Berdinos's actions.

According to the prediction of the Eden Program, he will most likely enter the Creation Engine and perform a series of dangerous actions."

"That's what I need to solve."

Murphy said:
"I will stop Berdinos's crazy behavior there, and the Hades Army outside will be handed over to you. These guys are the most die-hard rebels. Leaving them behind will become an unstable factor for the Songhai Empire. Therefore, we must annihilate these guys in this battle and hold out until the Death Moon Giant God Soldiers and the Hades Army of the Ancient King Faction arrive.

We must accomplish our goal in one fell swoop.

Then, it's time to drop, my lord, I wish you a smooth operation."

"Well, good luck in your battle too, Murphy."

The two said goodbye to each other and then left the bridge to go to different areas.

Pa Yingzun went to the drop zone and entered the front battlefield with the players, while Murphy quickly came to the flight deck of the Sun Ship. In front of him, the Heart of Ptolemy had entered the predetermined orbit and could be launched at any time.

Next to the spaceship, the fully armed His Majesty Khufu and his Captain Sonnic Guard were waiting for Murphy's arrival. Behind them were a dozen Songhai royal technicians wearing exoskeletons, led by the white-bearded old man who had communicated with the players' bosses before, and his favorite disciple Ayu.

However, compared to the calmness of Khufu and Sannick, these mechanics who rarely went to the battlefield in the past were a little nervous at this moment.

Even though Lao Qin will personally lead 50 of the most elite players to protect them, these technicians still feel insecure. After all, they are about to undertake a truly life-threatening mission.

"The Guards of the Holy City of Origin have power armor and guard cannons, but they are unable to activate them. This has greatly suppressed their defensive power. Our mission is to take the Heart of Ptolemy and break into the giant wall of the Holy City of Origin to assist the Guards in restarting those war weapons."

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Murphy said loudly:
"This operation is extremely dangerous, but since the foreign scholar was killed by the Twilight villains and has not been resurrected, we can only ask you to take the risk. Whether the Holy City can hold out against the attack of the undead depends entirely on your knowledge and help."

The royal mechanics all looked troubled.

It’s not that they are unwilling to contribute to the country at this critical moment, but the current situation is a bit delicate.

The mechanics all have a rather peculiar badge hanging on their chests. It is the holy emblem of Ms. Rose, but unlike the holy emblem of the abyss worn by the shadow elves, the holy emblem of the mechanics is a wonderful web composed of 0s and 1s and a digitized image of a goddess.

Rose also gave the mechanics who followed her a rather strange name, "Super Hacker Cult". This very "little player style" naming method obviously showed that they were brainwashed by the dregs of another world.

"Your Excellency the Chosen One of Creation, we have one last question."

The white-bearded mechanic leader stroked the Data Goddess's holy emblem on his chest and said in a deep voice:

"Can you really assure us as the Chosen One of the Creator that the path represented by the 'Web of the World' that Ms. Rose is weaving right now is really one of the future blueprints planned by the Creator for this world?"

"Yes, I can guarantee it!"

Murphy said seriously:

“The Creator conveyed His oracle and expectations to Rose through my hands. You might as well think about it. If the Creator had not personally intervened, how could He have created a new appearance in such a short time given Ms. Rose’s previous terrible appearance?
You have personally experienced the power of Rose's data. That power that is in line with the Creator's knowledge can't be fake, right?"

These words left speechless the mechanics who were still skeptical about their "new beliefs". Murphy looked at the time and led everyone into the cabin of the Heart of Ptolemy.

As the spaceship developed by the Songhai people themselves catapulted and took off along the predetermined orbit, the landing deck under the Sun Boat was also opened, projecting the heavy and majestic landing capsule to the ground. The Lord still had the style to not use a landing capsule, which was not in line with his temperament.

Riding on a flying feather unicorn, he reached the ground before the other players. Facing the densely packed souls of the dead all over the sea of ​​sand, the Lord pulled down the visor of his helmet, spun the holy spear in his hand, and launched an attack forward.

But the next second, as the wonderful cloud illusion was cast, at the moment when the Lord began to charge, an entire group of Blood Alliance Knights were constructed layer by layer in the desert mist behind him, following the Lord in a heroic posture to charge.

What's even more terrifying is that these illusions, which were clearly just created, actually caused impact damage when they followed the Lord to charge into the position in front of him.

Although certainly not as destructive as a real person, under the "micro-control" of Prince White, who has transformed into a real dragon wandering across the desert sky, those charging knight illusions will continue to attack unless they are broken up.

Yunlan's magic, both true and false, combined with Mirage Dragon's terrifying talent for illusion, were enough to greatly compensate for the attackers' numerical disadvantage.

When the landing capsule crashed into the sea of ​​sand and the students roared and stepped out to fight the enemy, Ah Zhu looked up and saw the Star Dragon Ao, who was wrapped in starlight, rushing into the Hades army with a "sweeping the enemy" posture, under the protection of the God of the North Wind and the Lord of Hunting.

Ugh, this picture itself is full of flaws! If the believers saw this, wouldn't their brains be overloaded and they would go crazy on the spot?

What's even more terrible is that A'za and the other guys who often play games with Prince Bai can recognize at a glance that these big illusions are all characters from the game they play. In addition to these powerful heroes, Prince Bai, who shuttles through the clouds, even has the mood to create "soldiers" and "artillery vehicles" based on foreign heroes on the ground, and march towards the battlefield in a mighty manner.

"Fuck! Brother Bai's illusion technique is really amazing. It's worthy of the 'Power of the Mirage Dragon' that even Grand Duke Cui Si admires."

Ah Zhu sighed:
"With him as our trump card, how can we not win this time?"

"But I heard that if Brother Bai suffers from amnesia again, he will die."

Che Che said with some sadness:

"The newly born Prince Bai will not remember anything from his life, only some vague memories will remain. What a pity! The previously inexperienced Bai Ge has now learned how to counter-kill with the help of our brothers. He is now very dedicated every time he plays games.
Woohoo, I play every game as if it were the last game of my life. I cried, but I was just pretending. What about you guys? "

"You should remember it, right?"

Ge Bao glanced at the task favorability list on the virtual UI in front of him and complained:

"We have raised Brother Bai's personal reputation to close friends. If he doesn't remember us after reincarnation, wouldn't that be a bug? Isn't it said that Prince Bai is the NPC who guides players into the ancient country of Callum?
This shouldn’t happen, right?”

"What are you guys doing? Come here!"

The shouts of the Qing Dynasty veterans immediately brought the students back to their senses. They looked up and saw a dragoon that had been airdropped in front of them and had begun to harvest the undead, while the surrounding players were moving towards the dragoon in order to push the tower and advance the front line.

With the wide-ranging blessing of Yunlan's magic, the Hades Army encountered similar attacks in several directions.

Of course, only one direction is real, and the other directions are all decoys arranged by Prince Bai. However, this also seriously interferes with the judgment of the battlefield by the Pharaoh of the Underworld who is arranged on the periphery. The Yunlan magic is originally a heritage from God, and Prince Bai has a talent for illusion, so unless these illusions are completely defeated, it is impossible to judge the authenticity with psychic magic.

Otherwise, how can he be a marshal?

This kind of magic that can change the situation on the battlefield is a natural skill that people are born with.

Calling the wind and rain, and turning beans into soldiers, awesome!

(End of this chapter)