Gods: The Swarm

Chapter 539 Battlefield Changes 2

The number of Longwa coalition battle fortresses is far less than that of the mobile farms deployed by the Zerg.

Facing high-level ultra-long-range firepower bombardment, the Longwa fleet has always been at a disadvantage.

Not only the E75 war zone, but also the Longwa coalition forces in the inner circle of the cradle are facing similar situations.

Each pre-war command center has been sending messages to the headquarters for assistance.

The battle consumption is too great. Even if no additional troops are sent, more logistical supplies should be delivered.

As the commander-in-chief of the coalition, Quinn has had many disputes with many representatives of the gods.

Many representatives of the gods are afraid of being punished by the gods when they see unexpected events in the battle.

Not only did they begin to shirk responsibility, but they also tried to favor their own fleet more and more frequently.

Time passed in a flash with meaningless quarrels.

The various pre-war command centers, which had not received a reply for a long time, could make the most reasonable response according to the situation on the spot.

They either divided their troops to block the Zerg reinforcements or tried their best to shrink their forces to prepare for a decisive battle. In a short period of time, no large-scale battles broke out.

Only on the front lines, the cruel war of attrition continued, and there was a trend of intensification.

On the front battlefield of the brain worm, the weak mental induction spread silently and continuously.

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In the E75 ocean current war zone, the Zerg swarms counterattacked crazily without interruption, which had lasted for several days.

In the closed hangar filled with metallic smell, the logistics staff are busy repairing damaged mechas one after another.

Allen, with a haggard face, is lying in the cockpit of the mecha with a tired look, resting every minute.

As a Vatican knight who has been in service for nearly a year, he has experienced countless wars of all sizes and is an ace pilot.

This time, he has accepted God's will and came to the front line of the Zerg extermination war for more than half a year.

As a front-line combat force, Allen led the Mecha Knight Brigade, and the task was not heavy.

But since the Zerg began to counterattack a few days ago.

Originally, they had to escort the fleet and clean up the battlefield. It seems that they jumped from the original relaxed environment to the nightmare mode all of a sudden.

Facing the endless stream of insect beasts, they rushed at him madly without stopping.

In his mecha knight brigade, if anyone was still alive, he was the only captain left.

Even as an ace pilot, he controlled a powerful and high-end mecha.

In the chaotic battlefield where life was worthless, there was no time to rest at all.

The high-intensity battle had exhausted Allen.

"Knight Allen, you have been assigned to the 164th Mecha Brigade."

"Mecha maintenance, ammunition supply has been completed, please attack immediately!"

With the shouting of the handyman, Allen, who had barely rested for less than half an hour, woke up instantly.

Looking up at the red attack sign, it had turned green.

He slowly moved his hand to the attack button, but he couldn't press it at this time.

After a long time of fighting in the void, Allen was exposed to the silent mental induction of the brain worm, and his eyes were blurred.

His comrades' mechas were torn apart by the Zerg, and the bodies were taken out of the cockpit and eaten by the worms. The scenes flashed wildly in front of his eyes.

His tired spirit, weak fingers, and huge pressure had almost made him breathless.

The huge steel door at the end of the ejection track, in his eyes, was like a huge abyss that would swallow people.

Passing through it, Allen will once again step into the hell that he had finally escaped from.

At this moment, Allen's devout belief in the gods was shaken for the first time.

The vivid appearance of his deceased companions kept appearing in front of him, making his tired eyes more confused.

Through the developing light screen in the cabin, he stared blankly at the dispatching personnel standing on the bridge, constantly urging him to eject.

A barely audible whisper slowly came out of his mouth.

"Why? This is unfair!"

"Why do we, the Mur people, have to operate mechas and fighters and charge into battle desperately?"

"Are we really too stupid to even learn how to operate a warship?"

"Or are the Mur people more brave and good at fighting, so they are suitable for driving mechas?"

"No, it's not..., that's asking us to die!"

Alan, with a bleak look on his pale face, looked confused at this time.

What exactly is the reason, in fact, he already knew it.

But he always deliberately avoided this reality.

The Mur tribe is not the core of God. No matter how fanatical their faith is, the God's Eye is just some cheap cannon fodder that is randomly kept.

Those ugly Octopus crew members, just because of their identity as the God's family, have been suppressing themselves and their companions.

After entering the battlefield, these guys stayed in the safe rear and laughed at themselves and their companions being consumed as cannon fodder.

Allen tried to lift his heavy eyelids to look at him, but his vision became more and more hazy because of the mist in his eyes.

"Is this god... still worth my belief?"

"Oh..., don't believe it!"

Faith completely collapsed in a moment.

Without the shackles of faith, Allen felt as if a mountain pressing on his head disappeared.

An unprecedented pleasure surged from his soul, sweeping over his whole body, instantly destroying his remaining sanity.

Subconsciously looking at the fire control lock interface, the dazzling red warning signal reflected in Allen's eyes, so bright.

According to the normal process, after the void fighter and the combat mecha return to the cabin, the dispatcher will lock the fire control equipment through the permission.

To avoid accidents caused by weapon misfires.

However, the continuous high-frequency attacks in recent days have made the dispatchers extremely tired. In order to pursue efficiency, they deliberately ignore this tedious process.

"Hahaha..., this may..., be regarded as a divine oracle?"

Alan twisted his face, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a crazy smile.

"Together..., destroy!"

This mecha, which is nearly 20 meters high, is covered with scratches and even has penetrating bullet holes. It suddenly raised its left arm and elbowed back.

"Bang!"

The ejection rack that was ready to launch made a loud noise and suddenly deformed.

After the upper body of the mecha was freed from the restraint of the machine, it turned sideways with great difficulty in an extremely twisted and over-limit posture.

The connection mechanism at the waist made a cracking sound.

Before the terrified staff could react, the large machine gun mounted on the right arm of the mecha was already emitting flames.

"Da Da Da..."

Just after reloading the magazine with armor-piercing explosives, it was swept wildly into the maintenance cabin under the influence of hot plasma.

After the stray bullet penetrated the porthole of the dispatch room, the room exploded, and the splashing shrapnel minced all the operators into minced meat.

But before the blood and flesh could splash, it had already exploded in flames, completely turning into ashes.

"Die! We will all die!"

"Haha, hahahahaha............."

The shrill and crazy laughter came from the mecha's external speaker, mixed with the roar of explosions, and spread throughout the battleship.

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