My Empire

This explosion reverberated on the battlefield, and all the sweepers seemed to be frozen in place by something.

The target they besieged unexpectedly chose to explode in the end, and it exploded completely, leaving almost nothing left.

A sweeper walked to the bottom of the crater formed by the huge explosion, squatted down, picked up a rag the size of a fingernail that had been burned by the explosion, and squeezed it with his sharp fingers.

Under the force of this squeeze, the rag was almost falling apart, and the burnt blackened edge, the thread that crossed the warp and weft, had become twisted.

“Roar!” The sweeper yelled unwillingly. He raised his head, looked at the same kind at the edge of the crater, and shouted loudly, “Kill the enemy!”

Then, in his shout, a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky and hit the bottom of the crater directly.

The other **** waiter didn’t know from which direction he was killed, and a sword struck the sweeper’s forehead, cutting off the opponent’s head.

Because the chop was too hard, when the **** waiter tried to pull out his long sword, he didn’t succeed for the first time.

He had to step on the face of the Sweeper with his own foot, and then forcefully withdrew the sword inlaid on the opponent’s head.

The forceful movement made people look uncomfortable, and even the sweepers around made an angry roar.

In these roars, the **** waiter at the bottom of the pit once again chose a direction and rushed to the sweeper troops overlooking him at the edge of the pit.

The light of the magic in his free hand lit up, and a huge lightning magic was brewing.

The moment he rushed out of the big pit formed by the explosion, the magic circle in his hand had been completed, and a huge lightning pierced a Destroyer tank that was turning on his flanks and was about to aim at him.

The tank was surrounded by lightning and eventually exploded into a brilliant flame. The beating flames set off the white robe of the **** waiter, twisting his figure beside the flame.

This figure was distorted into a weird look, and at the same time the long sword in his hand had knocked down several Sweepers, and all of this happened in a short time of less than three seconds.

Before the surrounding sweepers could react, a black light struck from not far away. This black ray contained a huge amount of energy, and it suddenly penetrated the magical defensive circle lingering around the servant of the gods.

The **** waiter who had been pierced through his body fell to the ground, turning his head to look at the huge sweeper who was attacking him.

His hand was covering the white hole in the white robe on his chest, and the energy agitation in his head had already lifted the mask on his face.

“Conquer…conquer…” Vaguely, the **** waiter muttered the other party’s name, and then dissipated in a tragic self-destruction.

The surrounding sweepers were once again swept by this huge explosion, with numerous casualties and broken arms everywhere.

The watcher commanders who saw this scene seemed to be a little bit unconscious on their faces. They feel that such an exchange can no longer be described as ugly.

This is simply a one-sided slaughter. For the guards, such an inefficient battle is simply useless work.

Therefore, the Guardian Commander on the front line clenched his fists, his tone was full of coldness: “These **** bastards…After they blew themselves up, nothing will be left!”

The other Guardian commander also felt that the situation at this moment was a bit difficult for them to ride a tiger: “I thought the other party was an elite… but now it seems… these should be reformed and sent to death troops!”

After all, in the past, the guards would be very cautious about this kind of unprofitable war. They are unwilling or simply afraid to use the magical energy of the gods, so they can only get more energy from the enemy to maintain their numerical advantage.

However, when facing the Ailan Hill Empire, everything seemed to have changed. Their guards were unable to obtain a local advantage on the battlefield, and could not control the control of the theater.

This was unimaginable in the past, because the guards’ troops, regardless of firepower or other aspects, were much stronger and more advanced than the civilization that might exist.

But everything in front of me is not a dream, but a real reality. The Sweeper Army really has no way to get the energy of self-reproduction and replication from the enemy.

As guards created by gods specifically to destroy civilization, they now feel the shame, a shame that is hard to conceal.

Gritting his teeth, the guardian commander reluctantly ordered: “There is no way! We can only annihilate them! If we let them break through, wouldn’t we suffer even more?”

“What about the other conquerors? Has the conqueror army arrived?” He turned his head and looked at the subordinates behind him.

The subordinate immediately replied: “The conqueror troops have entered the battlefield, and the good show has begun!”

On the battlefield, a sweeper swayed, and eventually fell. When his body fell to the ground, a **** waiter in a white robe was revealed.

The addition of the servants of the gods made the guards even more suspicious of what kind of complicated existence the terrible Ailanhill Empire they were facing was.

Before, the guards had basically only encountered a civilization that developed from one aspect. They were either a cultivation civilization similar to the Heavenly Sword God Sect, or they had encountered a purely scientific and technological civilization.

It wasn’t until they met the Ailan Hill Empire that they knew how difficult it was for an empire that was both magical and technologically extraordinary.

This **** waiter immediately bent forward after cutting down an enemy, avoiding most of the black energy groups that hit, and once again interspersed among the crowd of Sweeper soldiers.

He uses the enemy as his own cover or physical shield, avoiding most attacks, and then using his flexible advantage in a small area to eliminate the most enemies.

He smashed through a troop of enemy troops in one breath, without looking back at his own results, he once again accelerated to the tall new targets in front of him.

This time, these terrifying conqueror elites are much more difficult to deal with than the sweepers. Compared to the same sweepers that are almost for nothing, these conquerors are far beyond in terms of speed and strength.

The **** waiter didn’t flinch, he used his magic to restrain the other conqueror who fired at him on the other side, and then avoided the artillery fire from the conqueror next to him with a flexible body.

Immediately afterwards, he slashed the body of the conqueror in the middle with a sword, only to find that there was a magical defense system similar to his on the outside of the opponent’s body.

The flame magic entwined on the long sword did not easily penetrate the target’s defensive barrier, but the opponent’s arm pierced his body like a sharp bayonet.

“Conquer…” The empty hand grabbed the opponent’s arm, so that the opponent could not immediately withdraw his arm from his body. The **** waiter spoke vaguely and said the opponent’s name.

Then, in the next second, he laughed, unscrupulously: “Hahahahaha!”

“Boom!” Accompanied by his wanton laughter, the body of the **** waiter swelled, and the manic energy swallowed everything at the core of the explosion.

The conqueror who did not withdraw his arm in time, and the two surrounding conquerors, along with the sweepers farther away, were all overwhelmed by the terrifying impact of the explosion.

Another deity waiter exploded, making the face of the guardian commander harder to look. It seemed that these **** explosions were not an accident, but a tactic carefully planned by the other party.

If all the opposing forces use similar tactics in the future, wouldn’t their guardian advantage be inexplicably reduced by more than half?

Thinking of this, he stared irritably on the battlefield, watching the more and more courageous waiters, rushing right and left in the sea of ​​sweepers.

The previous battle plan had been completely ruined, and the idea of ​​biting the retreat of the Ailan Hill Empire and chasing to the end was ruined by these sudden accidents.

The battle plan that originally planned to follow the retreat of the Ailan Hill Empire into the opponent’s core line of defense has now only been abandoned.

In order to eliminate these enemy forces that airborne to the area occupied by the guards, the guards had to shrink the line of defense and give priority to destroying these deadly enemies.

And those human forces that are out of contact are definitely seizing the time to reinforce new lines of defense, stabilize their defense systems, and strengthen the defense forces on each line of defense.

When the time comes, wait until the Ailanhill Empire forces to gain a firm foothold, and then begin to attack again, the Guardian Commander can think with his knees, it will be another hard fight.

Fighting hard means that they have to waste more power bestowed by God, waste more time, waste more troops…

All of this is not the result that God wants to see, nor is it the result of his immediate boss, Lord Sorrens wants to see!

“Destroy these damn… guys as soon as possible! We have to resume attacking the enemy’s position as quickly as possible! Otherwise, the next round of offensive we will be caught in a hard fight again!” In the end, all the anxiety became With a weak sigh, the frontline commander of the watcher had no choice but to give orders.

“Yes! Your lord!” his men immediately replied.

In the distance, the waiters of the Ailan Hill Empire gradually couldn’t hold it because of continuous battles. After all, the enemy’s elite troops joined the battle, and the situation on the battlefield began to become one-sided.

Explosions continued to reverberate on the battlefield, and the fireballs of the martyrdom of the servants of God shone in the ocean of sweepers and soldiers.

No matter how it looked at it, this was a battle that the waiter of God was destined to be unable to win. In the enemy’s ocean, although they are as tough as a reef, they will eventually be submerged by the tide.

As the servants of the gods exploded and disappeared one by one, there seemed to be fewer and fewer reefs among the guards’ army.

In the end, with a tragic explosion, there was only one **** waiter left on the battlefield. He leaned on a long sword full of gaps, knelt on one knee, surrounded by countless enemies in a clearing.

“Love…Lan…Hill…” It was still the vague voice, and the last **** waiter let out a low roar in the clearing.

Higgs 3, in the headquarters of the Ailan Hill Empire, the adjutant walked quickly behind his commander with the latest information. He stood at attention and saluted, and said: “Sir! The signal is very clear! A confirmation signal was sent back, and the main enemy conqueror unit has already appeared.”

With one hand holding the belt and the other hand pressing the hilt of the long sword at his waist, Mideas, who has been waiting for this news, lifted his head and said, “Very good! We are not the same as the enemy… We will not squander a single bit of combat power, even if they are puppets, **** puppets, **** waiters…”

“If they think that we are just letting the servants of God’s troops go to death and send them to death, then they are too underestimated by Ailan Hill!” He went to the command position and said to all the officers: “Now, let these proud Watchers take a look at how we use the most solemn and sacred way to pay tribute to the warriors who sacrificed for the empire!”

He looked at the Air Force liaison officer who had been waiting for orders, and said, “Order the Air Force to launch supersonic missiles to the signal zone!”

“Yes! Sir!” The liaison official stood up and saluted, and immediately grabbed the phone in front of him: “Launch a nuclear bomb to the signal area! Repeat the order to launch a nuclear bomb to the signal area!”

In the turbulent cockpit, a pilot with a helmet and an oxygen mask, unable to see his face, controlled the stability of the aircraft as much as possible.

On his co-pilot, the shooter used his finger to lift the safety cover on the control panel and pressed the red launch button: “Missile launch! Missile launch!”

“Huh!” Below the old bomber tu-22m backfire, which was improved and refurbished by the Ailan Hill Empire, a huge supersonic missile was ignited, and it broke away from the missile pylon in an instant.

This missile is loaded with a 3 million equivalent nuclear warhead, and its damage capability can definitely be described as a group. Moreover, the speed of this missile makes it almost impossible to intercept.

“The missile is launched! The fighter returns! The fighter returns!” Shaking the joystick, the pilot controlled the bomber that could fly to twice the speed of sound and suddenly turned around high in the sky.

At the same time, more than a dozen J-30 fighters on both sides of the bomber also turned around, like a group of wild geese returning home.

A dazzling light was shining in the distance, a huge mushroom cloud soared on the horizon, a loud noise trembled the entire earth, and a circle of clouds that were blown into a circle surrounded the transpiration airflow.

And many sweepers, destroyers, prowlers, conquerors… and their commanders are destined to not see this spectacular sight.