Chapter 785: The Gods... Well, They Should Be Considered Very Strong.

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The fierce exchange of fire has been going on for thirty minutes. This is a process where the two sides are not masked, but are slapped in the face across dozens of astronomical units. The dazzling blue and white light beam - in fact, I think the density should be called a grating - has already We have plowed across this space over and over again, and if there was a planet between us, it would basically be noodle by now.

The exchange of fire at this level has now reached a stalemate, and the giant ships on both sides are temporarily in a state where no one can do anything about the other. The difference between the Xiling Empire's armaments and those of ordinary civilizations is that their attack capabilities and defense capabilities develop simultaneously. They are not as biased as the guns and tanks man-made on earth: a tank built with 20 million yuan uses two weapons. A thousand dollars worth of dynamite can kill it.

Even for the Galaxy main gun, it is very difficult to break through the joint shield within a period of time, both for the enemy and ourselves.

Our energy skimmers and joint shields blocked the violent psionic bombardment, and the number of the Vengeance Army and the sturdy structure of the Eternal Grade also left the Imperial Army, which had slightly weaker firepower, helpless. Both armies were deployed in front of their positions. With an astonishing number of space mines and collapse points, this gadget that can kill any warship with a length of more than 500 meters makes the large warships on both sides dare not act rashly. Before the energy of the joint shield is exhausted, the enemy and ourselves The fight between the two sides should continue for a while.

However, the space war is not just about fighting - although this accounts for a large part - the raiding forces of the two armies have exchanged fire. These fast spacecrafts with close attack distance but extremely difficult to intercept are more exciting than the bombardment of giant ships. In its battlefield role, the Eternal Class must maintain the continuous output of the Galaxy's main gun, and its anti-aircraft firepower can only be kept at 50%. Moreover, at close range, it is difficult for the giant ship to lock on to the assault that keeps leaping forward. ships and individual fighters, so when mothership-class spaceships engage in fierce battles, sending a large number of assault fleets to interfere with the enemy's deployment is a very effective method.

The assault troops of the two armies passed through the hail of bullets, sprayed each other's face with incendiary materials when they passed by, and then devoted themselves to bombing the local giant ships without hesitation. Maybe this stalemate will eventually be seen by these people. The small plane that went up was weak and was broken.

A grating curtain wall several kilometers wide swept rapidly from under the Imperial Admiral's horizontal arm. These gratings will spread rapidly halfway. When they hit the target, they will almost form a fan-shaped line of fire that can cover half of the horizontal arm. , a large number of Revenge Army fighter planes were covered by these lines of fire. No matter how high-speed they maneuvered, they could not escape this blind-angle attack. Except for a few fighters that used space jumps to escape in time, most of them exploded into Small fireballs all over the sky.

This is another splendid fireworks show created by Pandora and Visca. They are undoubtedly the two most excited people on both sides of the war. Although I think the sisters were depressed when Sandora was fighting with her former subordinates. It's a little too heartless for the two of them to show such excitement, but you have to admit that in this tangled war, we need the morale of Pandora and Huesca.

There will be many opportunities to fight against the old empire in the future...

Just when I was lamenting the holographic image of Pandora and Visca bombarding me like crazy, a communication suddenly intervened in the public channel. It was an unregistered identification code, but it had commander-level authority. ——As you didn’t expect, this is a communication from Mobrado.

"Hello? Can you hear me? This is Milia!"

The girl's urgent voice sounded in the communication, and I took over her channel: "Don't be so loud, the Imperial line signal is very good - what's wrong?"

When Milia heard that it was my voice, she seemed to be relieved, and then she started yelling: "I still want to ask what's wrong! It's a mess outside now... Where have you been?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered something - there are probably billions of eyes on the planet Mobrador watching this spectacular space fireworks!

When I thought about this, I suddenly broke into a cold sweat. I thought that this time I was completely screwed. I originally wanted Mobrado civilization to develop peacefully, but I never expected that an unexpected incident would tear my plan apart like this. My body was completely bruised. At this time, I felt that nothing I could say could fool me. I guess they wouldn’t believe it if I subtitled Mobrado scholars in space and said we were rehearsing a large-scale war drama here...

I secretly glanced at Sandora. She was focused on the battle situation in front of her and didn't care about Mobrado's affairs for the time being. I was afraid that for a while, I didn't expect that the "military martyrs' families" whom I had planned to compensate well were now in commotion. Then he switched his connection with Milia to the encrypted channel.

"The situation is a bit complicated. You also know that we went to recycle the star ring, oh, and replaced it with an identical one for you... So what, let's not talk about this, are you rioting?"

I thought that riot would be a more appropriate word. After all, they have now watched the ancient sages they have believed in for tens of thousands of years being strangled more than a dozen astronomical units away. The impact is no less than that of a Christian. Watching Jehovah and Jesus arguing with each other naked at their own door.

"A riot?" Milia repeated strangely, and then said something that I never expected, "Of course not! I don't know what happened, the Holy Knights of the Blue Church began to broadcast around the world that they were going to hold a carnival. They said they were going to celebrate the return of the saints, but now there are crowds of people preparing for the celebrations outside. It’s noisy... Uncle and Biluna were afraid something would happen, so they asked me to see if I could use the holy plate to contact you. Unexpectedly, all of a sudden It was successful..."

"Stop, stop, stop," I quickly interrupted Milia, and said in confusion, "Celebration? Celebrating the return of the saints? We are almost losing our brains here and you are still celebrating... Ding Dang. Yes! I understand!"

Halfway through the words, a very vulgar scene happened to me: I felt a flash of inspiration, and my science nerves that were not usually used trembled.

Speed ​​of light! The delay effect of the speed of light!

I almost forgot about this - there is a long distance from the Mobrado colonial planet closest to the Misty Planet (not the Mobrado home planet, but a colonial planet close to the Misty Planet). Even light takes more than forty minutes to complete the journey. The technology tree of the Mobradorans is extremely deformed. They have recovered simple super-light speed ships and non-delay communication technologies from ancient ruins (because these two things have ready-made and intact samples in the ruins), but they have no technology. There is no way to create a space telescope that can observe distant targets without time difference (because there are no corresponding ancient ruins). The Mobrado people's observation methods of the universe are still at the stage of optical and electromagnetic induction, unless there is a non-delay communication at the target. device, otherwise if they want to know what happened to the Misty Star, they will have to wait obediently for dozens of minutes before the picture is transmitted.

Although we have been fighting against the crazy Revenge Army for thirty minutes, the observation station on the distant third colony of Mobrador has just seen the Imperial fleet emerging from the space folds of the Misty Planet— —It will take about eighteen minutes for them to see the fierce battle here.

Thinking of this, I calmed down and said to Milia in a very serious tone: "Milia, please stay calm."

"Eh?" The girl heard something was wrong in my tone, and a curious voice came from the communication link.

"Stop reveling in the carnival. There might be a riot later on. Now hurry up and hide in the underground warehouse with Uncle Zaku and Biluna. Don't go out no matter what happens above. Get the information terminal. If the situation is urgent, Just call for support, and there will be imperial soldiers to bring you here - although this place is not safe now."

"Wait wait! What happened?"

Milia's natural alertness to danger caused her to interrupt me loudly. The girl shouted anxiously, "Are you in trouble? Are you going to be in trouble too? What about riots and so on..."

"We got into trouble with another group of emperors."

"Eh?" Milia couldn't turn around at once.

"To put it more simply, if we regard the Xiling civilization as the parents of the Mobrado civilization, the current situation is that your father and your mother are fighting in the same room, throwing bricks in the house in front of their children. If you don't want to be scared, , quickly find a corner to hide!"

This time Milia understood.

After hastily ending my contact with Milia and confirming that she had dragged her weird uncle and unsmiling "aunt" underground to take refuge, I had to turn my attention to the artillery fire outside: Mobra Whatever happens will be a headache in the future. Our top priority now is how to deal with the revenge army that has begun to fight for chicken blood.

Sandora's ace army is indeed extraordinary. Their tactics of self-destruction when the opportunity arises have caused us huge losses. The enemy has completely given up calculating the cost of war and uses suicide attacks regardless of the cost even when they have a numerical advantage. This As a result, they were able to compete with our Royal Guards using regular troops, and more importantly, those guys still had a numerical advantage!

"Why haven't reinforcements arrived yet?"

Sandora suddenly asked loudly, and Bubble's voice immediately rang out on the radio: "The reinforcements have arrived, but the enemy has used an induction field to block them at the other end of the battlefield. They are working hard to break through!"

While speaking, there was another sudden vibration on the bridge of the Imperial Admiral. Two Frontier-class fortress ships were pierced close at hand, and the huge explosion caused even impacted the flagship.

The strength of the joint shield was declining sharply, and the numerical disadvantage finally showed a huge crisis at this time. Just relying on a tricky energy skimmer technology to make up for the rigid shortage in numbers would not last long.

"Looks like it's time for us to take the field."

Bingtis's voice suddenly sounded next to me. I looked back slightly in surprise, only to see a silver-white halo sweeping past my eyes. A certain rogue goddess spread her black wings, and her ankle-length silver hair danced gently. Her favorite black dress was also replaced by a gorgeous close-fitting leather armor. This is It was the first time I saw Bingtis look like when he was wearing armor. How should I put it, he had a pretty good figure...

Putting aside her personality, the person in front of me really looks like a female war goddess when she gets serious.

Behind Bingtis, the remaining four members of the five-man protoss group also put on military uniforms, each holding their own weapons. Ilson still looked like he was shining, while Monina was playing with her hands. The double daggers, Kense holding the scepter looked like Odin, and Lin was turning over inertia mechanics over and over again - ignoring this last one.

"Are you stupid?" Bingtis hit me on the head with a "thunk", "Do you think I'm only interested in eating? Hey, it seems that if I don't go out to play today, some people will forget about me. Tis's famous Ban'er bricks and bows and arrows!"

After saying these words, the armed and heroic female gangster led the four younger brothers who had been completely abducted by her from Dingdang and set foot on the battlefield to conquer the imperial rebels. Before I could react, I saw to a series of flashes on the holographic projection: several scourges have opened fire.

He exchanged a look with Shandora, and the other party's eyes were full of helplessness. The look was very obvious: Don't bother, that guy has always been like this.

But at this time, on the battlefield outside, a high-level protoss and four ordinary protoss joined the battle and immediately changed their occupation. I had to admit that the protoss were terrible in terms of single-person combat effectiveness. Although they did not have a huge army or complex technology, they Innate strength is already the most powerful military force. With her wings flying, Bingtis, surrounded by the holy light, was like the descending goddess of war at this moment. When the long bow in her hand was opened and closed, hundreds of golden rays of light pierced the darkness. These sharp arrows were completely condensed by the holy light. Possessing strange killing capabilities, they do not destroy the target's structure, but borrow the concept of Holy Light's influence to destroy the enemy. The Revenge Army fighters hit by Holy Light arrows directly turn into light, and then gradually extinguish. In space, their weak psionic shields can at best only slightly block those holy light arrows with conceptual lethality.

"Ah - boom!" Bingtis was not idle as she helped Pandora sweep away the increasing number of individual fighter planes. Originally, sound could not be transmitted in space, but she actually used her divine power to make her own voice heard. It turned into something similar to a concept, allowing them to spread out of thin air, so the whole space echoed with her blaring voice, "Another wave! You bastards, get away from me! Go back and sober up." Wake up! You ￥ # …&%￥%￥ are traitors, do you understand the traitors! If I don’t teach you a lesson for my friends today, you don’t know how old you are! I # !! # !…&%￥Yours!”

The fierce and coded style of this female gangster's words caused silence in the information link. Everyone was speechless as they watched this guy go crazy outside alone. At this time, another Revenge Army assault ship was seen breaking through Bingtis's holy light and Pandora's artillery with the cover of its shield and comrades, and rushed to the shield generator of the general flagship. Bingtis immediately rushed over in anger. He reached out and took it out from his pocket...

I thought it was a mace, but I didn't expect it to be a book.

"Stop, mother!" Bingtis kicked the assault ship back, holding the big book in his hand and making a righteous expression, "Be quiet, you need to repent! This goddess will tell you the story of Father God's love... …”

The pilot of the assault ship was quite cooperative. He opened fire on the spot and blinded the female gangster, almost completely blackening her face.

Bingtis closed the book and swung his arm. The big book smashed through the opponent's shield and armor, directly piercing the assault ship along the central axis.

"Anyway, I followed the rules!" The female gangster held the second book in her hand and looked around dangerously. "Father God told me that before beating people, I must try to use the divine code to influence them, but he didn't say whether the divine code can be thrown away and used. !”

I knew it!

Bingtis's side was fighting in full swing, and the four-man group there was also making a lot of noise. For the first time, I saw the true fighting style of the Protoss. Of course, this may not represent the majority of them. Ilson used the huge shield that could be used as a door panel to prop up a holy light barrier, almost protecting the entire flagship. The nether energy bombardment from the other end of space continued to cause violent ripples on the barrier, but for the time being Before it was penetrated, everyone witnessed with their own eyes the defensive ability of a star field defense officer. With the strength of a single person, he could resist the cannon attack of more than a dozen motherships. Although he kept crying and howling, his body was really strong. .

However, when the opposite ship gun was replaced by more than a dozen galaxies, he immediately quit the battle with smoke: facing the bombing of the galaxy cluster, he was already running fast without being killed in seconds, but Bingtis was not willing to force it. Resistance stuff.

No matter how powerful a single soldier is in combat, if he, an ordinary protoss, is to fight against a dozen imperial motherships, he is looking for death. The worst thing in this world is indeed T, and the worst T is when there is no treatment.

Monina cannot exert her strength in such a large-scale melee, so she has now crossed several astronomical units and sneaked into the enemy's array. She carries some special gifts with her, which are the gifts from my sister before departure. What was given to her, some hardcover editions of the Disaster Beacon. A few minutes later, Monina received good news. The interior of dozens of enemy motherships had become a natural disaster exhibition hall. They would not be able to fire normally in a short period of time. So the pressure here is much less.

Kenser is not a god who is good at offense and defense. He is better at assisting and changing diapers. The latter is not needed now. We have Sivis for the former (Sivis understands the fighting style of the Imperial Army better than him) , so now he is busy treating the wounded. Although he doesn't understand mechanical maintenance, Uncle Kenser's power can prevent any form of damage from deepening. Many fighter planes with only the cockpit remaining safely returned to the maintenance center due to his power.

Lin's performance was unexpectedly eye-catching, even second to Bingtis who was following two little lunatics to kill everyone. This was mainly due to her size. A golden two-headed dragon with a length, width and height of more than a hundred meters is very conspicuous no matter how you look at it. Even if there are many larger imperial warships around, she can't stop her shining body and fierceness. fighting style. She fluttered her wings and rolled around in the dense enemy formation, doing tricks, dog-pawing, forward rolls and sidewinder maneuvers, whipping tops with her tail, and running rampant in the absence of terrain restrictions in space - although I think she just rolled and fainted and wanted to stop. That’s all. Her two huge front paws also came in handy. She collected a large group of battleship wreckage and crushed it into a ball. When they were almost going to have a nuclear reaction under the ultra-high pressure, she threw them forward. It could be said that she would die by rubbing them. He died on contact, and it looked like he was bowling, but after a few minutes of going crazy, Lin's side was even cleaner than Bingtis's side. Everyone from the enemy to friendly troops retreated, and Uncle Kense stood half a kilometer away rubbing his arms. Apart from that, he had a lot of emotions. Just now he had Lin whip her tail away.

Rin in her dragon form has a bit of astigmatism, depending on the structure of the dragon's eyeballs. This is very deadly, especially to friendly forces.

The protoss's aggressive fighting style and ferocious power caused silence on the bridge. This was the first time I saw these beings, who have always been known as the pinnacle of single-player power, when they really exerted themselves on DPS. I have to admit that they Their individual strength is indeed far greater than that of the Xiling Apostles. Although they may not be the opponent of any imperial fleet, any ordinary Xiling Apostle cannot be their opponent. Sandora sighed leisurely after the silence: "They are about to be bombarded."

Shandora's judgment was accurate. After a few minutes, except for Bingtis who was still alive and well and Monina who was unharmed, the remaining three protoss officers were carried back, and Dingdang was treating them.

Ilson has been attacked by more than a dozen galaxies and is now at the seventh maturity. Lin is too big. Any enemy aircraft aiming at her will have a 100% hit rate as long as they are not crazy. Her scales need a thorough maintenance. . As an auxiliary, Uncle Kenser would not have been injured originally, but two of his bones were broken by Lin, and his injuries were second only to Ilson.

... Facts have proved that no matter how strong an individual soldier is, he will suffer a big loss if he really wants to face a group army.

Of course, there is also a reason for this. They directly went to war with the imperial ace army with four or five people. If they were facing any ordinary mortal civilization, they would have returned in triumph long ago, but the imperial warships are not the kind that can be manipulated casually. thing.

Although Bingtis was aggrieved, the intrusion of the five-man group of protoss was still a huge help. Because of their assistance, the enemy's attack was greatly blocked, and we finally waited for reinforcements.