bookbashuk Chapter 376 The Evil Mechanical God
Chapter 376 The Evil Mechanical God
Chapter 376 The Evil Mechanical God
The Legion's firepower has never stopped since the airborne landing. Twenty semi-automatic dreadnought armors, equipped with storm bombers, linked high-temperature lasers and other weapons, poured out fierce firepower, tearing and melting the deadpools that attacked like a tide, consolidating the Legion's front line;
The soldiers of the three companies of the Sword of Revelation were divided into different teams. They set up storm shields with the soldiers in the front line of the Dreadnought Armor, and used bolters to accurately kill the fish that escaped the net after the Dreadnought firepower swept them; the Destroyer team equipped with heavy firepower used the superior range of the fierce alchemical firearms in their hands to bombard the Deadpools who had undergone obvious demonic mutations and could spit fireballs for long-range attacks.
"What a miscellaneous cultivator! Is this the dragon-shaped Deadpool that was crossed with a demon? That's too lame!"
These demon-mutated Deadpools are several times more brutal than the snake- and dragon-shaped Deadpools of Genji Heavy Industries in all aspects of their bodies. Even the internal elite thugs of the Dragon Division of the Executive Department and the hybrid families, such as the "Beowulf Execution Squad", will be slaughtered one-sidedly when facing these vicious creatures.
Even when fully armed with large-caliber firepower, it was the same. For example, Deadpool, whose dragon scales on a part of his body were dyed a strange and seductive pink, actually broke through the Legion's firepower network with his amazing speed and reaction;
But unfortunately, in front of them were not human lines that could be easily slaughtered, but company commanders and captains holding alchemical chainsaw swords, man-splitting saws, giant swords, double knives and other melee weapons, sharpening their knives and ready for battle.
Although gun shooting is an important part of the Sword of Revelation warriors, "sacred" close combat is also an indispensable part. Soon, the mutated Deadpools who rushed into the Legion's line were all killed by these powerful and excellent warriors with their superb martial arts.
The two golden and red "Emperor's Fist" super-heavy tanks stood on the battlefield like an indestructible fortress. Countless fine and complex golden lines supported the operation of these heavy weapons of war with the dual technology of alchemy and science.
The extended and fiercely caliber main gun - the plasma annihilator cannon has already made a charging sound that can be described as "ominous" to the enemy. The heat dissipation pipe is shining with a dazzling blue light, and the scorching temperature has distorted the surrounding air.
As for the targets they will attack...it goes without saying.
Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhinu, who were previously engulfed by the tidal wave of aliens, were rescued by the Legion's airborne landing. The former was protected by the Legion's excellent alchemical power armor, so the injury he suffered was not serious. After two emergency medical potions were injected, he recovered as before;
But the source girl...
"A little girl——!"
After the activation of the special organ, the Furnace of Rage, the life of the Source Girl had already entered the countdown. Even if the Alchemist brought him his power armor, it could only delay this process; so the Alchemist made a strange cry and then there was no movement, probably to confirm once again whether the Legion's vital "Soul Cocoon" system was operating normally.
Despite this, perhaps to slow down the burning of the Raging Furnace, or perhaps to blend into the overall style of the Legion's gorgeous golden and red color scheme, Gen Chitose took off her dragon scale armor and put back on her power armor, fighting side by side with her brothers in the Legion.
It couldn't be said that he was reckless to activate the Furnace of Rage before the Legion's support arrived. After all, without the power of the Furnace of Rage, he would have become a piece of fish on the chopping board of the White King Engine.
Moreover, the demons and aliens wanted the White King Dragon Bones in his body. If they succeeded, who knew what kind of tragic consequences would be brought to the brothers in the subsequent legions? Since they were all going to die in battle, it would be better to destroy them directly to put an end to their delusions.
Now... the White King Engine may not be able to make any waves.
With a roar-like chant of the ultimate dragon script, the White King waved its giant tail to cut off and sweep away all the "Emperor Pillars" that had previously controlled it. Facing such a large number of enemies, it chose to release the Word Spirit without hesitation to wipe them all out;
King Flame, Eye of the Wind King, King Power, different elements were drawn and gathered rapidly like a storm, the White King Engine simulated and released three high-risk Word Spirits in one breath, and the complex field composed of them was being generated - in its current incomplete state, let alone "Ancient Power", even the ultra-high-risk Word Spirits needed to borrow the means and power of the devil to be released.
But even so, it believed that its triple word spirit attack would at least clear out half of the damn iron cans in front of it; then the dirty "Blood Hell Cannon" installed behind it would smash the two things that could obviously pose a threat to itself, and finally use the remaining firepower to clear out the other half of the cans.
Something else was thrown down from above. The White King Engine, which had just suffered a loss, reacted immediately. A huge tail with sharp bone blades quickly rose up and chopped out, cutting several short metal pillars falling from the top into several pieces before they hit the ground.
But in the next second, the tornado formed by the Lord's Flame and the Eye of the Wind King collapsed in an instant, and the invisible gravity that had just pressed on the heads of many soldiers also dissipated - the Word Spirit Field that was about to explode suddenly became ineffective.
Elemental erasure? Was it Norton's doing?
The White King Engine was astonished. As a Dragon King, he still had the pride to make him not expect that someone could actually erase his spiritual power... No, not erase!
It realized belatedly that there was another invisible domain covering the entire area - that was "discipline"! Someone released the Word Spirit.Discipline, suppressing the formation of its Word Spirit domain to the greatest extent.
And what released the "commandments" was actually the thing that he had just chopped into pieces. At this moment, its large metal fragments just fell to the ground, and the White King Engine learned from the alchemical array patterns engraved on the fragments that it stored the existence of the "commandments".
"Surprise! This is the 'Discipline' pulse bomb, which is as effective as the EMP special attack against dragons!"
Amid the deafening roar of gunfire that never stopped, the triumphant voice of the alchemist sergeant came from the loudspeaker of the super-heavy tank. It was obvious that the "Soul Cocoon" system was functioning normally without any problems. "How could I not prepare equipment to deal with you Dragon Kings in advance?"
Some of the Destroyer teams had already changed their targets to the White King Engines. They were all equipped with Purgatory Missile Launchers or "Champion's Fury" heavy plasma guns that were capable of penetrating heavy armor. In the moment of shock after the White King Engines' release of their Word Spirits was interrupted by the Discipline Pulse, they fired their first salvo.
The bright tail flame of the Purgatory Missile and the glare of the plasma flame burst flashed in unison, which was a feast for the eyes.
Golden and silver-white flowers kept exploding from the armored body of the White King Engine. Its huge body was blown backwards by the strong impact force. It was extremely angry and immediately wanted to activate its own weapon system to launch a counterattack to destroy these damn cans. But then it found that a large part of the artillery installed on the front of its body had been damaged in the previous bombardment.
"Damn it! I knew these inferior creatures were unreliable!"
The continuous blows and setbacks drove the proud White King Engine nearly insane. It roared angrily, and its four heavy mechanical giant feet stomped on the ground and galloped. Its huge body ducked down as if to sprint, revealing the blasphemous and hideous giant cannon behind it, which was faintly condensing with scarlet light, and was obviously recharging;
The White King Engine seemed to want to rush into the other side's line and crush those damn cans with its huge size and mass.
But... a brighter light has already appeared.
The two "Emperor's Fist" super-heavy tanks completed a slight transformation in their forms during the brief time of bombardment by the Destroyer Squadron:
The metal body as tall as a fortress rose as the chassis was pulled up. The metal track structures on the left and right sides, which were thought to be a whole, were found to be two independent power track structure components after the armor wrapped around them was separated, just like the four wheels of an ordinary car; the four different track structures each turned outward at four angles to support the heavy tank vehicle, and at the same time, the heavy metal brackets extended from between the two power track structures on the left and right sides and fixed to the ground.
Two hidden cabins of the huge turret released liquid metal that seemed to be active, and it quickly flowed to the tank's main gun under a fixed procedure, condensing into two fixed parallel tracks in front of the already ferocious muzzle. Countless gorgeous and complex golden alchemical patterns lit up the moment the rail gun barrel was formed, forming a complete whole with the entire plasma annihilator cannon.
In less than thirty seconds, these two super-heavy tanks became true "fortresses".
The portrait of the Holy Emperor on the front armor of the tank also changed from a cold standing posture to a fighting posture with eyes emitting angry golden light, holding the Holy Flame Emperor Sword in one hand and the Golden Lightning Claw in the other.
"Emperor's Fist, siege mode! Plasma destroyer cannon, fire!"
The extremely high-risk charging sound, which represented an "ominous" sound, burst to its maximum, and the muzzle of the plasma annihilation cannon lit up with a dazzling light like the sun - it seemed that even the air was burned by the high temperature. When the painful screams sounded, two thick silver-white energy torrents had already passed through the railgun barrel and hit the White King Engine.
The thick black armor made of unknown metal failed to block the terrifying bombardment for the White King. A torrent of water melted through his chest, leaving a shocking hole. It also destroyed the blasphemous cannon installed on his back. The violent explosion caused it to knock the White King's engine to the ground, causing a second injury.
Another torrent evaporated the two metal hooves of the White King Engine and most of the body connected to them, as well as the two giant tails at the rear; the ferocious and sharp tail mechanical structure fell powerlessly to the ground as it lost its support, and the broken parts still retained silvery-white high-temperature traces like magma.
The White King Engine lost the strength to get up, and it realized that its life was rapidly draining away;
This was the second time it had experienced this nightmare: when it was hit by the energy torrent and couldn't dodge in time, it suddenly recalled the war more than half a year ago, the powerful golden angel, and the two seemingly ridiculous but destructive energies that were more powerful than the Dragon King...
"You're next! Bird-headed demon!"
The Alchemist shouted excitedly, and seemed quite satisfied with the power of the "Emperor's Fist"; with the assistance of the tank siege mode system, the direction of the plasma annihilation cannon barrel, which had just begun to dissipate heat, was slightly adjusted and aimed at the Lord of Change, Doilos, who was not far away.
The demon seemed to have just come back to its senses from the "whipping" of the power of faith of the "Pillar of the Emperor". It glanced at the White King's engine that was paralyzed and had lost its ability to fight, but it did not show the kind of disgust or dissatisfaction with the subordinates/tools' ineffective work. Instead, it narrowed its pupils, as if observing the White King's condition, completely unaware that the terrifying weapon that defeated the White King was already aimed at itself.
"Be careful, this demon may have a trick up his sleeve."
Chu Zihang reminded that he was the first one to follow Lu Mingfei and witness the various cunning tricks of this Tzeentch demon. From Odin's Nibelung to the Well of Chaos today, no one could guess the true purpose of each action of this demon. It all depended on the will of the Lord of Mankind to break everything.
"Don't worry, it can't jump around," Ronald Tang, who was driving the "Emperor's Fist" super-heavy tank and controlling the battlefield situation, responded confidently, "I have reserved three rounds of 'Emperor's Pillars' on the transport gunboat above, waiting to smash down. If this crow dares to move, it can just wait to be severely whipped by the Emperor's whip of faith!"
Saying, “It’s safe to command the battle remotely, but I, Ronald, am not a coward who just hides in the back!”, the Chief Alchemist Sergeant waved his hand and got on his own exclusive vehicle - the “Emperor’s Fist” tank with the Emperor’s sacred portrait on the front of the armor, and rushed to the battlefield with the legion.
"To be honest, the most troublesome thing is this well. If it is related to the subspace, then I have to formulate a new closure plan... Otherwise, after I rescue you two, I will just drop a bomb here and put an end to it."
Old Tang paid some attention to reading the new information data. The drone cluster that had landed with the Dreadnought earlier did not participate in the attack on the aliens, but instead went deep into the area below the well to detect data that was as complex as a three-dimensional maze.
"Don't feel guilty, Hraesvelgr. Everything is as planned."
The demon bird's beak curled up strangely, and it smiled and said to the dying White King Engine, then turned its head to look at the new legion that the cursed had established in this world:
The body is filled with a disgusting and terrifying aura, the transformation surgery and equipment system are a new system in itself, and the physique that was touched by the cursed one first makes it impossible to be won over by the chaos power...
If such a legion were to march into that universe, it would surely bring endless and interesting changes to the eternal game of the Chaos Powers.
But before that—
"Lord Vashtor, it's your turn next."
The demon took a few steps back, as if making way for the next person to appear.
The last demonized Deadpool had his head blown off by a bomb, and blood splattered everywhere. Even though some of the Deadpools were shattered, evaporated and melted on the spot by weapons such as the "Burning Blood" alchemical incinerator, heavy bombs or the "Champions' Wrath" heavy plasma, the corpses of the killed aliens still piled up like a mountain, and the dirty and highly corrosive blood gathered like streams.
But as the array patterns on the ground lit up, all the alien corpses suddenly disappeared, and the blood-stained ground became clean - except for those near the legion line, the ground under their feet was not affected by the array patterns.
A fiery red light like a furnace appeared at the position where Doilos had just been. The glowing pattern on the ground seemed to be outlining the tall figure of the person who was about to appear.
Purple-gray flesh, brass-like steel; the scorching heat that seemed to come from a furnace, the stench that seemed to come from chimney exhaust;
Horns twisted like a bull, wings sharp as sickle blades;
Its hoofed feet are covered with armor, and it carries a twisted mechanical creature on its back. It holds a giant hammer in one hand and a sharp claw in the other.
All of the above constitute the image of a "distinguished guest" who has just arrived in this giant well, or has been waiting to arrive.
Is it a demon? But it doesn't look like it.
The information database of all the warriors did not provide any relevant data. The tall creature in front of them, which was a fusion of metal and flesh, did not look like the evil god or demon that had appeared in the "Popular Science Course on Evil Enemies in the Subspace" and did not have that obvious blasphemous characteristic.
"Damn it, this bastard has found help again!"
In the cockpit of the "Emperor's Fist" tank, Old Tang angrily slapped the control console, "Airdrop all 'Emperor's Pillars', Destroyer Squad, prepare to fire!"
But then he discovered that a layer of black smoke, like the exhaust gas from a chimney, had appeared above their heads. Although the hunter gunship above the Well of Chaos showed that it had airdropped the "Pillar of the Emperor", nothing substantial had landed on the ground.
The eight Destroyer squads opened fire and launched the first round of salvos. Heavy bombs, infernal missiles, and plasma energy dragged out bright trajectories and rushed towards the newly appeared figure in the distance, and all hit the target.
But before the smoke from the explosion of the Purgatory missile had dissipated, the light from the figure's eyes and mouth, which were like a flaming furnace, had already penetrated it, as if announcing to the warriors of the Sword of Revelation that it was safe and sound; immediately afterwards, an invisible energy shock wave swept towards the Legion's line. Fortunately, the warriors who formed a shield wall at the front of the line resisted it with difficulty. Even so, they were shocked back several steps.
"The attack is ineffective? Or is it that the long-range attack is ineffective?"
As the champion of the regiment, Chu Zihang has prepared for close combat with the newly emerged dangerous enemies who are suspected to be demons; but this does not mean to rush in mindlessly, he also needs more intelligence information.
"I am the creator, the king of the soul forge, the god who controls the mechanical authority..."
A hoarse, creepy Chinese language came out from its furnace-like mouth. Its round eyes, which seemed to be burning with flames, scanned the equipment of all the soldiers of the Sword of Revelation Legion present, as if trying to see through their structures. Finally, its sight turned to the heavy tank with the portrait of the Holy Emperor engraved on the front, as if it was speaking to Old Tang sitting in the cockpit:
"Kneel down and declare your submission to me. Even a foolish alien like you is qualified to become the master of the forge under my command."
"Fuck you!" Old Tang couldn't stand being begged to surrender by a demon in front of the entire legion. He turned up the volume of the tank loudspeaker with one hand and cursed as if he was almost stuffing the microphone into his mouth with the other hand:
"I was appointed as the Chief Alchemist Sergeant by Ohm Messiah before the establishment of the Legion. I have more authority over machinery than you. You, the lousy Forge King, should kneel down before me!"