The Alphas of the Abbots soon gathered together around the priests. The surrounding priests reorganized the front line with staggering steps. Many people were seriously damaged or physically missing. On the battlefield, some servants who were out of control because the priest died in battle were still fighting, and they used their fighting style like wild beasts to severely block the green skin in front.
"The situation is not good."
A slightly gloomy voice came. Carrries knew that it was the data priest Moksan. He now only had the only eight remaining Castellan fighter jets around him, and the others were turned into fragments of debris with sparks on the battlefield.
"The Andean Sage, are there any new instructions?"
Carrries shook his head, and the blue mechanical prosthetic eye emitted a faint glimmer of loss.
"The only order is to hold on to the position."
"Standing the position..."
Moksan shook his head and said nothing more. Instead, he took out a storage chip from his sleeve, then recruited a servo skull, stuffed it into the slot at the mouth of the skull, and let it fly away.
This is saving one's own data, which is equivalent to the act of human soldiers writing suicide notes. This is also the only act that these cutting-edge priests can leave traces. Perhaps one day a certain wise ruler can learn from their combat experience.
It may also be just sinking and annihilation in the ocean of data...
Accompanied by the flames, a volley of light beams ripped through the air, and the special bullets fired from the electric rifle penetrated into the bodies of the beasts in front, smashing their ribs, and creating an electromagnetic explosion inside them.
This power that was enough to kill mortals in an instant but did not kill the tough green skin immediately. After being hit, their steps began to stumble, and they fell in rows after a few seconds.
Then there was a rapid whistle, and then I saw the green skin blooming further away, and the flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Although the Greenskins have rushed to a distance that can cause death threats, they have no chance to taste the blood of the enemy. All they can get is the answer of the Castellan fighter bomb bombs.
Soon, the second round of volleys followed one after another, and the overwhelming barrage covered the green-skinned battle group. More beasts fell down like death. The entire front was filled with red blood mist, but the beasts were driven by the desire to kill and did not feel the fear of death.
More, there are always more green skins rushing up on dead bodies, roaring and shooting without targets.
Even if the marksmanship is inaccurate, it is still a storm under such numbers. The escorts are constantly hit, the robe is torn, the carapace is broken, and the remaining body is divided into pieces. Although the green-skinned weapon is rough, its power cannot be underestimated. Even if the enhanced escorts are hit by the trunk, it will basically die.
Death cannot shake the guardians of the gods of the world, but their number is becoming increasingly difficult to stop the green tide.
Amid the hoarse prayer of destruction, Carris sent out the last reserve team.
The vanguards in black and black armor walked out from both sides of the front line. They had various stripes on their coats, and their helmets were engraved with eye-catching marks, carved with their squad rankings. Wherever they walked, the purified fire of the God of All Machines was burning, just like the shapeless cloak given by the God of All Machines.
When they raised the laser rifle in their hands, even the air around them buzzed, and then the green skin rushing in front exploded or dissolved in its terrible energy. Laser rifles can emit ultra-high-speed projectiles with radiation intensity that exploded at extremely high rate of fire. When these projectiles pass through the air, under the combined action of high-speed friction and the radiation from the explosion, they cause a fatal environment caused by large areas of secondary ionizing radiation in the air. If the density and rate of fire occur are sufficient, they may even cause a terrible ionizing radiation storm in the local air. All of this makes their weapons cause enough damage to almost any enemy. Even if the enemy blocks the deadly radium storm, they will die in the fatal environment caused by the launch trajectory of these weapons.
Faced with high intensity radiation, even the most tenacious fungus will wither. This is the deadliest radiation infantry. With painful blessings, they exchange the decay of their own flesh for the decay of their bodies, but only strength is enough for them.
Because they are the purified hands of God of All Machines and the incarnation of physical destruction.
When Carres was immersed in the sensor chain of the Pioneer Army, his warning device flashed again.
In the dark smoke, one after another seemed to be twitching, and the green-skinned vehicles that were insulting the machinery were roaring from the right wing. Some of them used tracks, some used wheels, and some used both. None of them were similar, but they had amazing similarity - they were filled with screaming green-skinned and various randomly stuffed weapons.
Dirty vehicles are the general term for a series of vehicles corresponding to green skins in the Mechanical Cultivation Association. It seems that in the Green Skin language (if they have one), dirty and stealing have the same meaning, that is, these patchwork vehicles are essentially stolen and are assembled from various stolen materials.
Even when they drive at high speed, they give people the feeling that they will fall apart immediately. In principle, they should not have combat effectiveness at all. However, just like everything about green skin, they are beyond common sense and cannot be estimated.
Amid the wild howling of the greens, rows of red rockets whizzed out of the dirty cars, some of which were even screaming farts sitting on it. Then these rockets hit the surroundings of the Apostles' Front. Most of them were empty due to accuracy, but the explosion still shook hundreds of soldiers, some of which were lucky or unfortunately fell into the Apostles' Army, and instantly tore through several big holes in the defense line. Of course, some of them flew into the Greens' Army that were charging, just as their weapons could easily hurt their own people.
In order to resist these surging green-skinned vehicles, the only four remaining wild donkey crawlers and steel walkers went to resist. They destroyed several dirty cars, but were soon engulfed by surging artillery fire.
By this time, Carrees realized that they were finished.
However, the wise ruler's persistence in the place has not changed...
"For your anger, I will kill or die for you."
The priest of the army used his last prayer as the final chapter of his path to serving the gods of all things, then raised his weapon and began to shoot calmly, and the rumbling dirty cars were already in front of him.
On the largest dirty car, there was a green-skinned leader standing, taller than the surrounding green-skinned boy. His powerful twisted muscles were hidden under the thick metal armor with matte skin. The exposed skin was marked by various scratches and burns. The huge hands shaking the saw blade nearly one meter long on his hands.
He fired a shot and hit the green-skinned leader in the chest, but...
It's useless, there's no breakdown, it's just burning the metal red.
WAAAAGH!!!!!!
The green-skinned leader roared, his evil and dim eyes seemed to stare at the priest who was shooting at him, and the desire for violence and killing was almost snatched from his eyes, as if he couldn't wait to crush it with his wheels.
The next second, the dirty car exploded!
Chapter completed!