goddess of revolution

Chapter 1041 The fruit of little effort and the charm of female code farmers
Under the Hunter Reef, on the edge of the Bertmund Mountains, Bailin's reinforcements also arrived, but he himself somewhat rejected this, of course it was the part other than the support.

He sent out the request for the third time, wanting to adopt a more proactive strategy: "The leader of the enemy has returned, and he has also summoned the local troops to fight against us. I want to expand the line of defense..."

The response in the channel was very blunt, as if trying to suppress his anger: "Major Bailin, you said that there are less than twenty merchant guards, and half a company of security guards who don't even have automatic magic guns, suppressing 83 of you With a full set of land combat equipment, can you fight against the crew of a brigade of the Imperial Local Legion?"

"Although we are still dozens of kilometers away from the destination, the early warning aircraft has already seen everything in your place clearly. This is the most basic job of the rescue team."

Bailin gasped like a toothache, the captain of the air rescue team is very unreasonable...

After he rescued the skinned druid in the manor, he found a slave prison with a scanner.The sailors rushed over to rescue more than 30 slaves inside, and took them to the shallow valley on the river bank outside the manor to stand by.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the manor rushed back, probably thinking that he was the only one or a few people, and the guards from the nearby towns, plus the remaining guards, ran over to arrest them.

At this time, the air rescue team had already contacted Bailin and asked them not to expose the target as much as possible. After all, more than 100 people needed to be evacuated, and the rescue fleet came from the air force base in the weeping sand sea.If the empire's attention is brought to the attention of the Red Federation in tonight's air-space war, all the airship troops in the north will definitely be dispatched, and the battle will last forever.

Bailin understood the intention of the rescue team. They hoped that the guys waiting for rescue would be piled up neatly like melons in the market, and would be transported away as soon as the plane arrived.If you become one with the enemy, it will take more time to gather.

Even though the other party's voice sounded very young and his military rank was lower than his own, Bailin could only obey.Now people like him belong to the other party's jurisdiction, no matter how high their titles are, they have to obey the other party's command.

Bailin asked his subordinates to hide with the slaves, and he added two or three people to shoot, and they didn't kill them, just trying to scare them away.

The problem is that the slave trader seems to have the characteristic of "do not work and die", and he is more energetic.

"Only four people!"

"Only holding a single-shot magic gun!"

"It's just that the armor is powerful!"

In the stone pile outside the manor, the slave trader Syndica used a communicator to command his subordinates.The guards from the neighboring towns were almost his men, well fed with gold coins, and obeyed him.

"This is the Red Demon! The bounty for catching one is at least two thousand gold puer!"

"Including the odds and ends on your body, you can sell at least [-] gold puer! This is equivalent to [-] strong slaves, and [-] first-level extraordinary slaves!"

"Just now? Just now, the group of people just got scared when they heard the red devil, and they were killed by that guy. Isn't it the same now, how can it be as powerful as in the legend?"

"Don't believe those words! They are all fabricated by the deputy prime minister, Mordwin, to deceive Mudlegs. The red devil is a guy who is more terrifying than the devil. He is a mortal just like us!"

Sindika snorted hotly, and kept urging: "Go! Go! Go up! Use the electric net gun I gave you to encircle them! Catch one and reward fifty... one hundred gold coins!"

The guards and guards kept falling, but because they didn't hurt their vitals, and the bounty promised by Syndica was too generous, these people kept getting closer in the temptation.

Seeing from the newly acquired magic perception scanner that the encirclement circle formed by his subordinates is getting thicker and thicker, and the four people in the circle have been squeezed close together, relying on the boulders on the river bank to resist, Syndica laughed involuntarily, At the same time, I am glad that I made a wise choice in Tangus Prison.

The screen of the scanner flickered suddenly, and several light spots representing unknown targets lit up, and the position seemed to be above the head.The labels that should indicate the level, occupation, or attribute are filled with chaotic characters, and they can't stop.

"Something went wrong!?"

Syndica patted the instrument, but there was no change, and said angrily: "What kind of crap! Goblins are all profiteers, without exception!"

The guard around him felt something, looked up, and screamed.

Sindika swallowed her saliva, and raised her head with difficulty.

More than a dozen figures descended, almost hitting him on the head.

Syndika's obese body suddenly became extremely vigorous, fell to the ground and rolled over, and shouted at the same time: "Fire! That's the Red Devil's reinforcements!"

The automatic magic gun fired fiercely, but only a few sparks splashed on the opponent's body.

The arc gun, which is enough to paralyze a level six hero, shoots, but the arc seems to be absorbed, and when it lands on the opponent, it disappears without a trace, leaving only a few wandering electric sparks.

The opponent fell to the ground with a bang, and the net gun fired, but the opponent didn't feel the electric shock attached to the restraining hook and the net, and the net bag was raised by the opponent's arm, so he used some sharp weapon that rotated at high speed to cut a big hole.

The other party picked up the terrifying magic gun, and shot out orange flames amidst the buzzing sound. The flames penetrated the guard's body and blasted smoke several meters high on the ground, which made Syndika's crotch wet immediately. up.

This, this is at least an artifact-level magic gun that can only be bought for hundreds of thousands of Jinpuer!

Using both hands and feet, Syndica crawled out of the stone pile desperately.Probably because his level was very low, and he had no weapons or attacks. These warriors in simple but thick full-body armor ignored him.

Climbing to the distance, I saw these soldiers knocking down the guards one by one, and those guards wearing fine gold armor were also pierced through as if they were wearing layers of paper. The high-end goods ah!

The night sky was suddenly covered by patches of shadows, and the huge airship (in Syndica's view, it was an airship) seemed to be squeezed out of the air and landed lightly on the river.

Teams of red devils in full-body armor came out from the shadows on the river bank and took the slaves aboard the floating ship. Syndika desperately covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

Just now I was surrounded by not four but a large group of red demons! ?
How lucky I am to be alive now!
"Air Force 907 Rescue Team..."

"Navy Ship 10389..."

The captain met with Pailin, and the two saluted and greeted each other. Various emotions were contained in the short briefing.There is both Bailin's grievance of "the tiger falls into Pingyang", and the opponent's displeasure of "why does our air force save your navy".

"Is this a slaveholder's estate?"

Seeing the slave who delivered the gray whale, the rescue captain became a little curious.

"Yeah, so I think..."

Bailin opened the visor and turned off the communication system, so that his words would not be recorded by the magical armed forces.

He winked at the captain: "It's just a light torpedo."

The captain twitched the corner of his mouth: "This violates the regulations of the rescue operation."

The regulations stipulate that all unnecessary active aggressive behaviors are prohibited in rescue operations. This young man who should not have been the captain for a long time has not yet learned to walk on the edge of the regulations according to the actual situation and corresponding needs. Of course, in the eyes of Bailin, a veteran, This is nothing more than "flexible processing".

Pailin sighed: "If you hadn't used a loud voice that could be heard by the commander in chief to stop me from handling it flexibly, this slave owner and his manor would have ceased to exist long ago."

The captain choked. Although he said that it was right to strictly follow the rules, he still felt a little... stupid.

Bailin said in the deep and seductive tone of the Lord of Wanmeng and QB: "Look, the opponent is still making a very threatening attack..."

The escaped guards and guards hid in the manor a few hundred meters away, relying on high-rise buildings to shoot wildly. The biggest movement they made was the flame of the muzzle, and the ripples of the bullets on the shield were almost invisible.

The threat level is really...high...

The captain was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Given that the opponent has a strong desire to take the initiative to attack, I suspect that there are weapons hidden in the manor that can threaten the transport plane, so... this reason can be established."

He switched to the channel of his team and said something, and then said to Bailin: "Make sure there are no other slaves or civilians. When it takes off, the escorting attack aircraft will execute it. They also think it is too heavy to go back with torpedoes."

He changed into an emotional tone: "Actually, I was born as a slave when I was young..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, saluting again.

"Captain Field White Jr., Air Force 907 Rescue Team!"

"Navy 10389 Captain Raul Bailin!"

"Comrade has worked hard!"

"Thanks for the rescue!"

The red devil took the slaves onto the airship, and the airship lifted into the air, and the water in the small river was also pulled up into a water column tens of meters high, and it made a booming sound when it was shot heavily.

Syndica had already crawled outside the manor, and just as her heart was settling, a trail of gray smoke suddenly shot down in midair.

He looked at it curiously, but before he could figure out what it was, a lavender light lit up in the manor, as fierce as a strange sun.

It was as if the world had collapsed and perceptions were shattered.

When Syndica regained consciousness, she found that it was already daytime, and she was lying on the edge of a huge pit, and the smoke was rising into the sky.

He felt something was wrong with him and tried to shout, but all he could hear was ho ho.

He wanted to stand up, but there was no feeling in his limbs at all, as if they were gone.

Severe pain hit, and the perceived body seemed to be covered with a layer of hot oil, constantly burning, from flesh and blood to bones, to the soul.

In addition to the intense burning sensation, he also felt extremely itchy. He couldn't help rubbing his face on the ground, and then found a large piece of scorched black with red and white flesh sticking to the ground.

He hooted louder, and there was the sound of footsteps.

People who looked like they had come from a nearby town gasped violently around him.

Slave trader Syndika, who lost his limbs, and his clothes and skin were burnt together like a piece of meat on a barbecue grill, was the only survivor of this "meteorite disaster".

The Zeta District, with a diameter of one thousand meters and a height of one thousand meters, presses several hills below. The Tongtian Tower, which looks like a priest's high crown elongated several times, stands in the mountains and is covered by a protective barrier that emits lavender light. .

"The battle at night was fierce..."

On the viewing platform extending from the bottom of the Tongtian Tower, Farrell, the director of the Micro-Magic Research Institute, said with emotion: "I thought the fleet of the Dawn Empire would drop from the sky and blow up the Tongtian Tower, or send dozens of legends. This matter, or a legion is drilled from the ground..."

"Don't have victimization paranoia, Farrell," the girl sitting next to her in a floating wheelchair, her purple eyes focused on the void of mid-air, her slender fingers like white jade spirit snakes, muttered as she tapped on the keyboard: "A navy girl Squadron, [-] air force squadrons, an anti-aircraft missile array that can fire [-] missiles to attack [-] targets at the same time, and the poor devil environment in the Zeta area, I really can't think of where the Dawn Empire has the guts to bomb Tower of Babel."

"And what's the point of blowing up the Tongtian Tower?"

"Our next spectacle is about to start construction soon, and the Dawn Empire is not clear about it. They are fighting with us for control of the restricted area at any cost. Aren't they afraid that we will do the same to the restricted area around Valentine? ?”

Farrell, who used to be an evil arcanist and now follows the Witch of Wisdom to pursue the truth, said respectfully: "Yes, Your Highness, when I knew about this spectacle, I was too shocked to speak."

"I hope this spectacle can surpass the world of mortals and help God War," Wei Ji sighed: "It's a pity that the strength of our Wei Mo Research Institute is not enough. It depends on the progress of the mobile fortress project. The problem is, Ruthya, who is in charge of the project, doesn't know enough about micro-magic technology..."

When talking, he looked up at the sky, and his hands were still typing on the keyboard.

Farrell finally couldn't bear to ask: "Your Highness, this...keyboard, it looks like an input device. Isn't it equipped with mind language technology, can you input directly with your mind? Why do you still need to use this thing?"

Vicky said very seriously: "You don't understand this. Directly outputting thinking results with ideas needs to be processed. The keyboard can process ideas. Once you are familiar with it, some ideas can be directly attached to the keyboard, which is equivalent to Give the keyboard soul, so the keyboard also helps me think."

Farrell was even more puzzled: "But your Highness, you are a witch, no matter how many and chaotic your thoughts are, you have enough mental power to deal with them."

Vicky coughed and said, "There are never too many tools. This is equivalent to adding an extra thread to yourself."

Farrell persisted: "But this thread still consumes both hands..."

"Okay, I just learned from Miss Xiaohong!"

Vicky was annoyed: "She said that a coder would lose the whole world if he didn't have a keyboard, and it's rare for a female coder to be so charming when she's typing on the keyboard! Can't I practice it?"

Farrell let out a long sigh, stopped talking, and thought to himself, His Highness the tutor is missing the chief cardinal.

(End of this chapter)