Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Roland and the Legion were unable to extricate themselves in shock.

From the front of the legion to this core area, the shortest straight-line distance is also more than two kilometers. This has not yet included the air circle, or it will easily exceed 100 kilometers.

How did you get here in a single person? How is this totally unreasonable thing done? What are the outside forces doing?

The answer is unexpectedly simple.

Behind the one-armed man, the wreckage of various types of "Legion" is paved. The previously invincible and vigorous "Legion" seems to have been hit by a huge fist or hammer, which is enough to resist the entire shell of the gun. Smashed and cracked, weathered and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only the red core. The dim red crystal paved a road leading to Roland.

-This kind of unreasonable thing.

-Someone can do it.

——Despite the sparse number, some people can do it.

-Miracle users.

In an intelligence network that is invisible to the naked eye and inaudible to the ear, the "Legion" exchanges intelligence information at high speed, and then switches tactical copies.

——The emergency plan b12 is started.

——All units on site will download the copy from the 16th data link.

——All units have finished downloading.

-The immediate priority is to break the newly added enemy capabilities.

——The task starts.

In less than one thousandth of a second, the "Legion" has reshaped the situation, and will soon rule out the newly added target with a row of attacks.

Aim and lock in one go, and deliberately pin down the front and right sides of the target for insurance, focusing on the left side of the lost arm, under the omnidirectional cross fire, the target will be beaten into a pile of meat in a hurry .

They move very fast.

After all, it was too slow.

The earth shivered.

"Ah!!!!!!"

The one-armed man shouted and stepped on the ground, with the left foot as the center, and the web-like crack quickly spread to all directions. The "Legion" that has been deeply grasped on the ground and ready to launch artillery shakes violently with the invisible waves that stir the ground. The lightweight models can barely stand still. The heavyweight, such as the combat model and the heavy combat model, are on the spot. Toppled the ground-originally designed to increase the grounding pressure, the multi-foot design can guarantee the firing in any terrain, but they were helpless in the face of the sudden earthquake (the other drawback of multi-foot walking, the center of gravity is high, encountered Instability of bumps and strong earthquakes).

Although there was only a brief moment, the movement of the "Legion" froze.

This fleeting moment became an absolutely fatal flaw.

The man yelled and waved his fist full of strength.

——The distance is still far away.

This idea just came up, taking the lead, the high-mobile disappearance special combat type aimed at the man's neck and waving a high-frequency sharp blade shattered.

The fluid metal armor capable of removing the impact of the bullet and the light beam scattering can be blown away in an instant. The lightweight frame exposed to the impact storm broke apart after 0.01 seconds, and the broken fine dust drifted away with the wind.

The boxing style that turned into a huge iron fist was not satisfied on this. After being ravaged and smashed a lot of lightweight "legions" all the way, it was heavily hit on a heavy combat model. Eight pile drivers' generally thick articulations penetrate deeply into the rock formation, and the frontal protective layer equivalent to 450mm uniform armor firmly receives this blow.

The armor of the heavy-fighting model is sag, smashed and crushed, and the built-in ammunition is detonated. The giant body like a dinosaur is completely smashed in a roar. Countless fragments are wrapped in flames and smoke together with the wind Flying to the distance.

Even the heavy-fighting models that pride themselves on their protective capabilities have come to an end, and the rest of the models are even more insignificant.

The devastating storm stretched far into the distance, and a road appeared in the land that was originally filled with an army of undead.

The bright red road seemed to be a field of flowers full of blood-red flowers under the glow of the sunset like fire, and above the blood-colored field, the smoke that stretched towards the end of the sky, the "legion" gradually collapsed and dissipated the debris, and there were strange and okay. Horrible shadows alternately depict the final moments of the killing machine.

As if immersed in the tremendous destructive aftermath, and seemingly indulging in the weird and poignant pictures in front of me, the "Legion", which never stops searching for prey, stopped its activities for the first time, and countless red lights flickered.

Everything is silent. It seems that except for the night breeze of the call sign and the vermilion light shed from the end of the horizon, the entire world has nowhere to go with life.

At this time, the dead inorganic life bodies had withered away, leaving only countless red cores, bathed in the glow of the evening glow, as if stretching to the other side of the sky, the beauty was so crazy.

The man walked straight through the bright red flower field full of death, and stopped in front of Roland.

It wasn't until this time that Roland could see clearly the face as firm and steady as a rock.

"Alexander...Father Anderson..."

The lungs that were about to scorch were squeezing out almost out-of-word words.

With the strange power of the guardian saint St. Gideau, it can be called the church's most pious hound, why did Father Andersen, one of the strongest fighters in Iscarlo, appear here?

"Can you move?"

Asked the granite one-armed priest.

"reluctantly."

The rest of the moment took some physical strength back and forth, if it was simply moving, it barely insisted on walking for a while.

Counterattack or evasion can no longer be achieved.

The priest nodded and pointed towards him.

"Then try your best to leave, the person who answers you is already on the way."

"..."

Roland's eyes widened as if he heard what a fantasy.

The church is by no means an ally, but a potential enemy with a common enemy.

Even if they should help in sentimentality, they have no obligation. Based on humanitarianism and reason, they put themselves in danger to rescue the "heretics" in their eyes-this kind of thing is not like what the church can do. Stabbing the knife from the back and selling the heretics to the pagans to be punished is more in line with their usual practice.

It may have been through Roland's doubts, a stern smile on his stern face, followed by a roaring roar resounding through the battlefield.

"Go away! It's useless for people who can't fight to stay here! Do you still have to keep your hands in the way? Are you embarrassing?"

With imprudent scolding and drooling, before Roland came back, the priest's only right hand clasped three key blades, posing a posture to meet the enemy.

"They are coming up."

"...!!"

In the sobbing night breeze, the messy footsteps came from behind, and the unique tone of the multi-foot walk driven by high pressure oxygen came along the ground.

Without looking back, Roland also knows that the "Legion" has been reorganized. In order to completely crush the two small stones that hindered the movement, the Undead Army begins to move again and again~www.readwn.com~ It is foreseeable, just in the half of the conversation just now. In a matter of minutes, the surrounding "Legion" had been fully mobilized.

The **** sky full of sunset clouds was covered by a drone group, and the night sky gleaming with red stars, a large formation led by bombing and ground attack was turning around to enter the attack route. A large number of high-mobility stealth special combat models on the ground launched optical camouflage to hide the figure, the reconnaissance type seized the commanding heights, began to upload observation data, and the melee type formed a defensive formation of closely guarded and heavily-fighted models. The light type and the heavy light type start to download positioning data, and through the refraction of the air units, they have been unable to speak and they will bring a rain of destruction to the target.

In addition to this-

--mom.

A miserable "sound" penetrated into the brains of Andersen and Roland like bugs.

Not only they, but all the miracle users, as well as the people who confronted the "Legion" at close quarters, heard or felt the "voice" that was full of despair and infatuation, like a dying cry.

In the next second, wailing turned into a tide and indiscriminately hit everyone on the scene.

——It's hot! It's hot! It's hot!

——Help me! Help me!

—Don’t leave me behind.

--I want to go home.

——I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!

Countless wailing sighs turned into invisible waves, tumbling across the entire Rhine battlefield. Listening to the deepest part of hell, the undead were tortured and endless howling, even for many years in the battlefield, the veterans who were familiar with death and cruelty were trembling.

From this moment on, life was completely trampled on and insulted, and even death could not escape blasphemy.

From this moment on, the name "Legion ()" is finally deserved.

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