Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 45: Species should follow the rules of spectators. If you act carelessly, you will be punished.
"That psychopath V is hunting down the Conqueror. The Cleaner Brutes can no longer satisfy his appetite. This lunatic is courting death!"
The roar of Aunt Roger, the logistics supervisor of the Next Life Team, continued to echo among the team members. She screamed:
"Drag that lunatic back before he gets himself maimed. His prosthetics are very expensive to repair! Also, the vanguard of the Hell Legion seems to have been defeated. You retreat!
I am downloading consciousness data.
A group of Tao Kang mercenaries will escort you to the rear. There are too many cleaners, and the two mentors' guards can't withstand such casualties."
"I can't get out."
Captain Morgan picked up the Falkner gun in his hand and fired a shot in front of him. After completing the green light clearing, he swung his left fist and knocked the Conqueror Kingpin who was attacking from behind to the ground.
His thick, alien-like right hand was like a bloody stone fist, and every strike would cause the ground to crack.
The Right Hand of Destruction that Mason suggested to take was obviously in line with Morgan's rough fighting style. However, compared with Mason's "plug and play" Left Hand of Creation, this powerful and brutal right hand had an "adaptation period".
Old Morgan has not yet achieved perfect adaptation, so he is quite regretful that he cannot use his right hand to release the magic of destruction.
But with such a magical weapon in hand, it was easy to beat the Conqueror. Kingpin, who was obviously strengthened by some potion, burped on the spot under his heavy punch within ten seconds .
But Morgan was not happy.
Because he had seen more sonic boom tunnels opening directly on their retreat route.
As expected of a conqueror who specializes in war, this "main force airborne from the rear" tactic makes people lose their temper. It is obvious that they have understood the situation and do not intend to let these "traitors" go.
They didn't even plan to launch a decisive battle, but went straight for "total annihilation".
However, with a total of more than 900 superhero camps from the three Conqueror Sequences and 27 large legions of sweepers that can be squandered at will, the opponent does have the capital to engage in such a crushing battle due to the dual advantages of quality and quantity.
The Swordsman's Hell Legion had been surrounded, while the Hunter's Wild Hunt Red Knights were roaming the battlefield mainly to prevent the Cleaners from breaking through to the rear and destroying the interferometer.
The team members who were brought here expected that the battle would be difficult, but they did not expect that they would be surrounded and in a desperate situation less than ten minutes after the battle started.
Tsk, as expected, explorers and the like should not try to do other people’s military’s work.
Old Morgan jumped onto the activated Octant Heavy Drone, stretched out his hands to tear apart the steel, picked up a kinetic heavy machine gun and fired at the surrounding biochemical soldiers. With the support of the screaming self-destruct tactics of the Deadpools, he shouted to Aunt Rogge in the back:
"Deploy the 'Heavy Hammer Guard' one kilometer behind us! Set the mode to annihilate, and set the self-destruct time to ten minutes!"
"You're crazy!"
Roger cursed:
"Each Hammer machine carries a miniature nuclear bomb. If a guard unit explodes, it will cover you as well. Besides, you need to report in advance when applying for this kind of restricted consciousness data.
Bartmos may not... huh? Wait, this is..."
"What's wrong?"
Hearing the old lady's hesitation, Captain Morgan, who was COSing Rambo, asked in surprise:
"What happened?"
"The consciousness data of 300 Heavy Hammers have been copied. Ultra has given us super administrator privileges! And today this data network is incredibly active, as if some mechanical deity has heard our call for help."
Aunt Roger shouted excitedly:
"In the next thirty minutes, we can download the legendary combat awareness data without restrictions, and the copying permission that has always been denied has also been delegated.
Hold on!
Morgan, I will copy thirty Vs to rescue you!"
"30 is not enough! Auntie, be brave!"
V's miserable voice howled in the communicator:
"If these cleaner bastards saw us, they would think we couldn't afford to copy them. Come on, 300! 300 each! Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer. I'm using S'An Westin to the point where it's smoking.
Shit, my brain is on fire.
Prepare a new spare body for me, Rogue. I want to kill this annoying war machine in front of me and take off his mechanical head and kick it like a ball!
Eat my Cyber Sword Saint's Time Stop Three Swords Secret Technique and self-destruct!"
"boom"
A few seconds later, a loud bang exploded in the already chaotic battlefield.
V's time-stop self-destruction took away four mecha superheroes including War Machine and Iron Monger. If we count those unlucky guys who were killed by him before, this wave of records is really worth it.
It seems that this guy boasted to Mason before that he was invincible below level A, and that he was not just bragging when he said he could trade one for one above level A.
"Ciri! The bad news is that my demon army only has one-third of its reserve troops left. The good news is that the Divine World has joined the battlefield. After the demon army withdraws, the androids will take over the front line."
The swordsman's shout rang in Ciri's ears like magic.
The hunter was currently holding two swords and performing her famous "Flash Sword Technique". Every strike would take the life of anyone within thirty yards around her, which looked extremely cool.
Ciri's activeness soon attracted the conquerors' targeting. Seeing the sonic boom channel explode next to her and then an elite Spartan army coming to kill, the hunter was forced to use the power from Lord Fate that she had always disliked.
Energy similar to the Force gathered together, and at the moment of release, the "Force Throat Lock" move lifted the oncoming Spartan Berserker into the air, and then Ciri used a charged "Phantom Slash" to behead him in an instant.
Handsome, indeed handsome!
I am really tired.
"If you have any good news, tell me quickly! The Red Cavalry's damage rate is beyond my expectations. They are already preparing to retreat. These guys are elves, and they are notoriously difficult to breed.
The contract between me and them is not mandatory, and they will evacuate on their own initiative if the damage is too great."
She panted and shouted to the swordsman, who was silent for a few seconds and then gave her good news:
“Utopia also sent reinforcements, but they were asked by the Supreme Professor to keep a low profile, so they can only help us guard the interferometer and cannot directly join the battlefield.
They will be here soon.
It is said that the person who came is a very powerful guy."
"Stop blowing it, let them come quickly."
Shiri was under a lot of pressure.
Unlike a swordsman who is born a war maniac, she always needs to consider a lot, but her brain is not suitable for such careful thinking. This will be disturbed by the cosmic tuning fork and unable to contact her external brain, which makes her very anxious.
As she urged, the swordsmen also became anxious, because they all saw a particularly huge sonic boom channel opening directly behind the battlefield.
A combat outpost very similar to the previously launched Death Star appeared from the passage, and its neutron killing device had begun to accumulate energy.
It is obvious that the top leaders of the Conqueror Sequence are no longer willing to waste time on this uninhabited planet and intend to solve the problem once and for all.
Ah, the Star Destroyer is indeed a good thing.
One shot can relieve your worries, and if that doesn’t work, have another shot.
"Hurry up! I'm going to die!"
The swordsman's screams echoed in the communication, but Utopia's reinforcements still did not arrive.
Just before the blue plume of neutrons that was about to annihilate everything in the sky gathered, a voice that had never appeared in the communication before suddenly sounded:
"Why are you howling? I'll kill you here? Are you kidding me!"
"boom"
A loud bang exploded in the outer orbit of an uninhabited planet. The combat Death Star seemed to have some programming problems, causing energy to flow back and explode, turning into a dazzling firework that illuminated the battlefield.
"Uh, Qianmian! Where have you been? Why haven't I found you?"
The swordsman cheered, and then asked the A-level member with the lowest presence in his command and even in the entire A-level Twelve Council, "Thousand Faces" AKA Supreme Mystique:
"I thought you were a deserter."
"What nonsense are you talking about, you naughty boy."
Mystique scolded:
"Do you really think I can just rush forward without caring about anything like you guys? I sneaked into the Conqueror Order ahead of time and am now in the main control room of their marching base.
Why do you think these guys can only use this tactic of sending out one Cleaner Corps at a time? Do you think they are unwilling to send out overwhelming force all at once?
It was me who destroyed their transmission core... It's all thanks to me that you are still alive today!
Stupid, but they've started fixing the core.
Twenty minutes at most, no matter whether Mason is ready or not, you must evacuate! Okay, I won't say any more, I should get out of here, if I get caught by these guys, the consequences will be terrible."
After saying that, the spy lady casually cut off the communication, and the belated Utopian reinforcements finally appeared. In the space-time rift opened by the Supreme Phantom Cat, a tall blue figure slowly walked into the battlefield.
Emperor Apocalypse raised his hand expressionlessly, and the thousands of cleanup soldiers who rushed towards him were buried under the ground and then crushed to death as the ground rolled.
Behind him, three members of the Phoenix Five came and began to mobilize their forces. Groups of flashing light like the sun quickly covered the battlefield.
The flames of war spread across the prairie.
…
"The reinforcements of the traitor Mason have been expelled from this world! Lord Warlock has ordered us to counterattack immediately! Retake the city and prepare to welcome the Cleaner Corps to enter."
In the Gotham world, within minutes after the cosmic tuning fork was activated, new orders were delivered to the Pioneer Squad, which had been defeated and forced to withdraw from the battlefield.
This was clearly a strategy prepared in advance.
A B-rank captain who was loyal to the Warlock was giving orders to several team members in front of him in a hiding place in London .
But the crowd was not enthusiastic about the counterattack order. The invasion had been going on for eight hours now, and even the dumbest guys had realized the inside story of this war.
Although we talked about randomly recruiting B-level members to join the war before, it is not difficult to find out now that everyone has gathered together to discuss the matter. There are very few B-level teams loyal to the Warlock faction. Those who are recruited are either from the Swordsman faction or neutrals.
As for the Hunter faction...
Are you kidding me? With the hunter-sama's style of taking human life lightly, which member who can get to the B-rank would be stupid enough to join him?
In short, after the initial wave of invasion enthusiasm was dissipated by the head-on blow, the survivors who came to their senses have realized that the invasion itself may be a means for the warlocks to crack down on dissidents.
That bastard Grand Master is forcing these middle-level personnel to either join the Warlock faction or die in this dangerous Beyond Grade A world.
Damn it!
It seems that the rumors circulating before the war started were all true. This war was not about hunting down the traitor Mason. The real background of this war was the struggle for power among the three mentors.
Things are really going to change.
Some astute pioneers have realized that this battle will be an important event node for the Star Society that has been operating for 17 years. Perhaps after this battle, the Star Society will enter an era of one-man rule dominated by the Grand Master Warlock.
Of course, if the Hunter and the Grand Swordsman won, who knows if life would be better for everyone?
However, everyone joins the Stellar Club just to make money. If they are really interested in conquering and fighting wars, wouldn't it be more promising to just join the Cleaners Corps?
"Why aren't you talking?"
Seeing that his counterattack order had not been responded to, the B-level captain of the Warlock Faction became unhappy. This Goblin Slayer, who came from an unknown world, pushed his full-face helmet and shouted:
"Are you going to disobey the orders of Lord Warlock? You disloyal fellows! Do you want to disobey the will of the Star Council? Think carefully. Even if you choose to hide here now, Lord Warlock's conquest will still succeed.
Now I would like to bring you some benefits of home silver so that you can share the glory as a winner.
I’m not afraid to tell you!”
The guy snorted and said:
“After this battle, the A-level personnel will be reshuffled. Many A-level members have died. Lord Warlock’s idea is to expand the A-level council and increase the number of seats to 24 .
It's impossible for him to be promoted directly from the C-level members, right?
24 A-level seats, everyone, those are 24 gold mountains waiting for you to dig, don't say we don't give you a chance, the opportunity is right in front of you, it depends on whether you can grasp it. "
This statement really made some guys' eyes light up.
But before they could complete their change of mind, the door of their hiding place exploded with a roar of thunder.
Goblin Slayer immediately drew his sword and looked behind him, but the people coming were not the vicious superheroes or elusive assassins of this world.
The one who came was an old man in a white robe, holding a lightning staff. It was Shazam, the old wizard who was an A-level member and had hardly appeared since the war began.
Behind him were more than a dozen captains of the B-level pioneer teams, all of whom seemed to be following his lead.
"What are you guys doing here?"
Old Shazan asked as he looked around with a smile.
The Goblin Slayer, who was very proud just now , was silent now. He did not dare to confront the A-level member directly, so he could only let it go. The old wizard was not polite and did not waste words. He waved his hand directly and said:
"You all know me. I am not from one of the three major mentor factions. I am absolutely neutral. I also know that the current situation has entered a critical juncture of this invasion war. I know that everyone has various thoughts in their minds.
But before you push your idea, hear my opinion.”
The old man coughed a few times and said slowly:
"Who wins or loses has nothing to do with us. Victory, promises, seats, benefits, etc. are all things for the future. The most important thing now is to survive.
Your life is your own, everyone.
You didn't run away from your own world to become cannon fodder for someone's ambition, did you? It just so happens that I have some face with the three mentors, and I also have some friendship with Mr. Mason, who is currently in charge of this world.
I have set up a safe zone in Kandak.
There are already 42 teams of pioneers temporarily residing there, and tens of thousands of C-level members are on their way there.
I promise you!
As long as you enter there, no matter how this war turns out, it will have nothing to do with you. Let the three great mentors resolve their grievances on their own.
The most important thing for us refugees from the Dark Ages is to avoid being used as a gun by some ambitious guys.
Don’t you think so? "
"Well said!"
The old wizard Shazam took the lead and said what everyone wanted to say but didn't dare to say, which immediately resonated with those in the crowd who no longer wanted to continue fighting.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Goblin Slayer immediately swung his sword and shouted:
"Shut up, you wizard! The Warlock has already gained the upper hand! You are obviously taking sides by asking us to remain neutral at this time! You are also in the same group as the traitor Mason!
I want you to…"
"boom"
Dazzling lightning burst out from the old wizard's hands, gathering into binding chains that lifted the Goblin Slayer into the air.
In the flash of lightning, the old wizard who was smiling just now said coldly:
"Are you accusing me of being a neutral? Do you have evidence to justify your remarks? Do you know that A-level members have the priority to be executed in war, with the first to die and the last to be executed?
I do admire Mason Cooper, but that doesn't mean that I and the people behind me should put all our hopes on him.
We are the neutrals of the Dark Ages! And I am warning you, you lackey of the warlock, listen up!
The number of wanderers in the Star Society is ten times that of you pioneer hounds! I am their spokesperson, and you can do whatever you want without listening to my advice.
But I will tell you...
You will suffer the consequences at your own risk! "
