Thank you for the invitation. I am in Terra, just under the stars.

The RPG-7 with improved charge has a killing radius of 20 meters. When 30 rockets fall into the same area, balls of fireballs 'grow' from the ground.

"boom--!"

A surging sound swept across the ground, and in less than a second, there was only a buzzing in Manfred's ears.

His eyes widened with anger, his brain was in chaos like his ears, and he looked at the scene in front of him with anger and confusion.

Continuous explosions easily tore apart the lightly armored vehicles of the Military Council, and metal fragments swept through the sky like a storm in flames.

Manfred saw,

The soldiers standing in front of them alive one second turned into hell on earth the next second.

A figure was twisting in the firelight. He used magic to block the explosion, and stretched out his hand to grab the figure.

He succeeded, but also failed.

What Manfred pulled in front of him was a very "simple" charred corpse. Before he exerted any force, probably the shoulders turned into powder, and the charred corpse, which had lost its center of gravity, fell on him.

What is this?

He opened his mouth so much that he couldn't even hear what he was shouting.

Manfred couldn't understand why there were cannonballs falling from the sky. Are all the scouts blind?Someone touched me and fired right under my nose!

And, this can easily tear apart armor, with a force of tens of meters.

The armored units of the Military Council were as fragile as little naked girls in front of it.

Moreover, the size is still so small. Does such a cannonball really exist in the world?

Full of confusion and indignation, Manfred put the body down.

He pulled out his sword, and a powerful torrent of spells rose into the sky, scattering the fire curtain caused by the vehicle's secondary explosion and tearing a crack in the raging fire.

Manfred looked to his side. His adjutant was still alive, and was coughing with a gray face.

The adjutant was not as lucky as him. He was hit by an explosion close to his face and his body was covered in blood and flesh. However, his tenacious vitality prevented him from dying on the spot like those ordinary soldiers.

"Go to the back and inform the troops to cover me and annihilate the enemy's artillery positions."

There was no time to care about the adjutant. After leaving these words, Manfred hurriedly rushed in the direction of the cannonball.

Nearly half of the artillery fire on our side was used as a guard of honor by these officers and turned into scrap metal along with it, and the other party obviously knew the position of their side.

In this situation, Manfred judged that if he did not use his personal advantage in force to quickly strike a blow to the enemy's artillery force, what would follow would be a one-sided massacre.

If you are facing other people, there is no problem in doing this, because the range of artillery shells on Terra is not far, especially the mobile artillery regiment, which is basically only two or three hundred meters away from the target.

But when Manfred rushed over and saw the endless wilderness, he was stunned for a moment.

It wasn't until the second wave of artillery shells flew from the other side of the sky that he confirmed in surprise that he was looking in the right direction.

That distance is at least 400 meters up!

Manfred couldn't care less. In order to save the lives of his soldiers, he could only speed up and rush forward. Then he saw more than a dozen tall iron cans advancing in a triangular attack formation.

"what is that?"

Powered armor from the Victorian military?But why in Kazdaele?

When Manfred's face showed confusion, the Mo De Emotional Seaweed Heads had already controlled the T-60X to raise the muzzle.

aim,

Then fire!

The tongues of fire danced wantonly, and a barrage of metal rained down like beans.

Manfred subconsciously tried to dodge at first, but after discovering that the opponent's fire suppression was impenetrable, he gave up the idea and instead sprinted forward with the bullet in hand.

Although the bullets hitting his body caused unexpected pain, his well-trained muscles could still bear it for the time being. (referring to 600 defense points)

While sprinting, he wielded the sword that could be used as a staff and slashed flames at a piece of powered armor. However, the spell's strike only left a shallow mark on the snow-white armor, and it didn't even make a mark. Let it shake!

Such a strong spell resistance made Manfred give up the thought of using Originium skills for long-range attacks, and put all the spells on his body and sword.

But just when he was about to rush in front of the T-60X team, a chilling sense of crisis made him subconsciously jump to the side.

"Zi-"

The sound of hot oil cooking came from the soil,

A thick beam of light grazed the side of Manfred's face as he ducked down, and landed where he was just now.

He closed his left eye, touched the burning side of his face, and looked toward the end of the beam.

It was a girl wearing an elegant maid outfit, with a floating cannon floating above her head, walking towards her with elegant steps.

With every step she took, another floating cannon began to shoot out light, and Manfred, who didn't want to be hit by the beam, was forced to dodge.

Left, left, right, left—

Lift your legs, stretch your hands, tilt your neck——

Under the high pressure, adrenaline surged, Manfred moved around, and with his exaggerated and stiff movements like a gymnast, the breathing in his nasal cavity became faster and faster.

At first, he could slowly close the distance, but when five floating cannons started attacking at the same time, he was helplessly caught up in the agent's rhythm and was forced into a circle of powered armor.

He fell prey to a trap.

Manfred was anxious and wanted to find an opportunity to break out, but the continuous beam of light gave him no time to think.

The successive premonitions of crisis had begun to make him numb, and he slowly adapted to this feeling. His body found the frequency of the opponent's attacks and dodged according to the rhythm.

Another round of attacks came, and his body began to evade before the attack was launched, and he successfully dodged it.But at the next moment, two beams of light penetrated his lower abdomen.

After he adapted to the rhythm, the maid's attack frequency suddenly changed!

A numbness spread from his stomach to his whole body, and Manfred felt as if he heard the sound of wind blowing through his body.

move!Get moving!

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and as the fishy sweetness spread in his mouth, Manfred managed to break away from the numbness and wanted to fight to the death, but at this moment he saw the maid who had been 'hunting' him with ease suddenly suddenly Legs charge up.

Under his horrified gaze, the black boots created a shock wave on the ground, as if dragging a sonic boom cloud. The maid turned into an afterimage and rushed to him across a distance of a hundred meters in an instant.

The next second, a delicate fist occupied the entire field of vision.

How to describe that feeling?

It was as if his face had collided head-on with a flying Agor man.

If it’s a bit more of a stream of consciousness, then there’s only one word——

dead!

Manfred only felt that his facial features were distorted by the huge kinetic energy and pain, his entire face collapsed, and there was a cracking sound in his head.

This punch stopped his buzzing ears and made him fall into a trance as his facial muscles trembled.

Before he lost consciousness, his ears, freed from the buzzing, seemed to hear a sentence.

"A bug must have the consciousness of a bug. Why are you dangling in my sight?"

PS: It’s still 2K4, so I won’t give you more votes.

PS2: You can post more, I’m browsing intensively

105. Efficient means of agents

As Manfred's adjutant ran towards the army, a stream of shells trailing flames and smoke flew overhead, passed him and landed in the army camp.

he saw,

The blazing flames rose like a demon, roaring towards the sky with claws and fangs.

Unlike the previous ones that fell on the convoy, this batch had fewer shells, but it burst out with more flames.

The retinas were burning, and the blurred vision seemed to be soaked in tears.

The hot air waves rushed towards me, seemingly carrying the smell of oil.As the clothes fluttered, the sweat couldn't stop flowing.

The adjutant vaguely heard the wailing,

His body was drained of strength, and he staggered forward two steps in the rolling heat wave, and seemed to smell the aroma of barbecue again.

Kazdaele was short of supplies, and oil was a very luxury item. He had only tasted the oil produced by roasting the meat of old beasts of burden, and after eating it, he could never forget the delicious taste.

right now,

He smelled that smell again.

The adjutant's Adam's apple bulged and he swallowed his saliva.

People who lack nutrition will always have a desire for things like oil. This is a signal sent by the body.

But when he reacted, he felt nauseated again.

With a pale face, he looked at the fire that had never weakened and was even expanding. The fire wave almost touched the sky. He finally gave up his legs and fell to the muddy ground.

"First, ancestors, what on earth is that?"

The hot firelight shone on the adjutant's pale face, covering up his fear.The shrill scream from the sea of ​​fire was always lingering in his ears, hammering hard into his mind.

It was as if he was in it, face to face with those soldiers whose whole bodies were on fire. He could see their dried skin clinging to their skulls, and in the eye sockets, the liquid formed by the molten eyeballs flowed down from above.

Watching the scorching flames spread across the sky, the entire military camp was burning, and even the clouds in the sky were burned with holes.

The adjutant knew that this unit was finished.

This natural disaster-like fire will burn them all, and even warlocks who are proficient in the art of Origin Stone will not be able to survive in the fire as wide as the sea.

natural disaster...

Yes, natural disaster!

The enemy is not human at all, it is a natural disaster!

Fear contorted the face reddened by the firelight,

He exhaled to expel the heat from his body, then rolled and crawled away into the distance.

His fearful cry was left in the scorching air:

"Flame, flame!"

....................................

"Report-!

"The entire [-]th Armored Brigade was wiped out! Colonel Manfred was captured!"

In front of the sand table, Tracy's arm holding the chess pieces trembled slightly, and he looked up at the display screen. There were other rear commanders around him who also looked up.

Not long ago, they had gathered to discuss a surprise attack on the Tower of Babel next week.

The display screen is hung on the wall and is a large model that can display a strategic map.

But at this time, it was not a map, but the latest announcement from Iron Blood Heavy Industries.

[Military Commission? 】

[Now, I say, listen. 】

[You are just bugs in the corner. Bugs should stay where bugs should be. 】

[This is the first warning from Iron Blood Heavy Industries, and it will also be the last warning. 】

[Don't say it's unpredictable. 】

The words above were a bit dazzling, and the soldier who sent the information was trembling slightly.

Tracy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then looked at the computer on his desk.

There is a compensation list sent by Iron Blood Heavy Industries on it.

Well, they compensated Jagged Heavy Industries.

"'Sarkazi foul language'!"

Tracy suddenly jumped up and kicked a table, and the documents on it were scattered all over the floor.

He clenched his fists and waved them vigorously in the air several times, and his voice escaped from between his clenched teeth:

"It's only been half a day! Half a day! Is my 3000-man army gone? Is the latest armored force gone?

"The fighting time is shorter! You can't kill three thousand camel beasts so fast, right?"