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Chapter 441 537 Another time traveler? (Part )
At this time, the train conductor, Major General Maxi, heard Clay Bartel's voice again in the microphone, "Hammer Two, the tail end is in place."

"Roger that, Anvil Two," Maxi said. "Crush them. Don't pursue, over."

Claybartel's reply came quickly. "This is Anvil Two. Angel of the Holy Maiden, don't worry, we're not going anywhere. Ha, ha... Damn, just this is enough to make me almost breathless."

These words broke the tense atmosphere in the command vehicle and brought smiles back to the officers' faces.

"Prepare the plasma jets in carriages 8 to 16, Mr. Malvert," Maxi said immediately.

The weapon system engineer of the Angelus flipped a row of switches on the console and checked the readings. "Cars eight to sixteen are ready, Major General."

Maxi nodded. "Connecting the video signal, thank you."

The video manager quickly swiped a few times on the screen in front of him, showing Maxi a panoramic projection of the area under the car and the surrounding area.

The tank commander and the officers in the room could see Sickman's combat team fighting and retreating, with a large group of native savages chasing closely behind them.

At the rear end of the train, Claybartel's team was escorting a maintenance team that was desperately cleaning up the debris under the last few train cars.

Maxi saw the heavy infantry commander of the Hammer II Squad, wearing the 'Hammer of Destruction-3' type heavy assault power armor. He was standing behind an engineering mecha that was constantly clearing the debris under the train. From the surveillance footage, it can be seen that his face under the helmet was calm and composed.

"Anvil One is withdrawing the caravan." At this time, Hickman's voice sounded again in the microphone. Maxi immediately turned his gaze to the screen where he was, nervously watching Colonel Hickman and the team he commanded on the screen.

They fired desperately at the front, slaughtering the surrounding tribal natives while rushing towards the front of the vehicle.

As they passed through each carriage, the openings on the carriages opened one after another, and the soldiers inside began to shoot wildly with their weapons, providing cover for this heavily armed team.

But even so, their journey back to the Holy Angel was still not as smooth as Maxi had expected. The natives were chasing them very closely. They came like a tide, and corpses and body parts covered the ground.

The heavy infantry trudged through mountains of debris and fallen, burning trees while also dealing with the enemy in the rear.

Tangled branches, scattered tree trunks, and lakes of blood have formed a swamp in the area.

Flesh and blood, as well as various soft plants, intertwined together, dotted the muddy ground moistened by blood, like a large, bizarre net that hindered people's movement.

The soldiers and mutants shot, hacked, and killed each other, and this swamp watered by blood soon turned into hell.

In fact, the moment the Galactic Empire launched the invasion, the world was already hell.

Maxi watched for a few more minutes until all the soldiers withdrew from the range of these carriages. At this time, only the figures of these native savages were left on the screen. They roared, tears and blood flowed from the corners of their eyes, and they waved their weapons and smashed them on the cameras at the bottom of the train.

Looking at these savages, Maxi's mouth curled up into a scornful smile.

"Now, let's try the plasma nozzle, sir." Maxi said in a condescending tone with a smile on his face.

"Yes, General," the weapons systems operator repeated.

"Fire the plasma spray!"

The sound was transmitted to the combat command room through the "ears" of this steel behemoth. It was a sharp, piercing, and terrifying whistle, like the howl of a ghost, enough to sting the brain and stop the heart.

This weapon system is called "plasma spray", but in fact, it is not liquid plasma, but a powerful radiation with extremely high temperature. It can instantly penetrate the gene chain of organisms and cause irreversible and horrific damage to their origin.

The tribesmen were completely unprepared, so in an instant, a large number of them were hit by the horrific radiation. Their flesh was shredded, blown off their bones, their limbs were broken, their bodies were cut in half, their internal organs flew everywhere, and blood splattered on the nearby surveillance cameras, casting a bright red curtain over the massacre.

Just like the curtain on a theater stage, used to start and end a play.

Even those who escaped this invisible, crushing attack were not completely immune.

After the first round of spray, those who were still able to move began to stumble around, trying to reach safety, but a considerable number of them fell under the attack of Colonel Hickman's combat team and the weapons in the firing holes of the Holy Angel.

Even for those who had managed to escape, their bodies had already undergone extremely horrific changes due to the huge amount of radiation:

The skin swelled and blistered, the bones and flesh melted away, and the mind gradually lost...

Death was inevitable once they were exposed to the high-intensity radiation.

"Turn off the screen."

Maxi said after watching for a while.

This was an extremely tragic scene. Even though Maxi had seen many such scenes, it didn't mean he liked to keep watching them.

"Close the nozzle."

The engineer closed the nozzle. "Closed, sir."

Maxi then signaled to Claybart, "Saint Angel calling Hammer II. Reporting on the battle situation, over."

"Hammer Two. The remaining enemy is fleeing to the northeast under our firepower. Over."

After Hammer II, Colonel Hickman's voice also rang out: "Hammer I calling the Holy Angel, Hammer I calling the Holy Angel! The battle is over, they've run away, haha, they've run away!"

His weak voice could not hide his excitement.

"Got it, Hammer One. Stay where you are." Maxi nodded, and a smile appeared on his face again, which had turned a little pale because of the tragedy on the screen.

Then he called the flight department and said to the flight commander, "How many more aircraft can we send out, Mr. Balks?"

"Fourteen, sir. First-class pilots Krissimya, Varno, Berivman, Carlisle Boot, and Sanchester. Plus nine fledglings, they are White, Zardok, Xilang..."

"Major General Maxi, I have received a communication from my superiors."

At this moment, Maxi's assistant interrupted the conversation between Maxi and the flight commander and said to Maxi.

"Who is it?" Maxi looked at the young man with some dissatisfaction and asked.

"It's the fourth-level conqueror of the Empire, Colonel Wu Yun."

In an instant, Maxi felt a chill running from his heels to the top of his head, and every hair on his body stood up at this moment.

(End of this chapter)