goddess of revolution

Chapter 862 Don't need to sing to motivate, don't need to speak boldly, one word: Gan!

In Upsilon, the sky was rippling, and a giant magical metal pillar protruded, smashed through the clouds, and fell straight towards the Jiefang Monument.

Standing on the head of the giant pillar is a red-haired girl, heroic and majestic.

"Haha...ahhaha..."

"That idiot, did you think that being big equals being strong? You pierced him from front to back with one stick! His face was so funny at that time!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the momentum disappeared, and the gods, angels and heroes behind him turned their heads and whistled to pretend not to see it.

Mu En version Xiaohong smiled and remembered something important, coughed and said with a straight face: "The place you stabbed just now is not in the right place, so don't say it."

Xia An, QB, Yurna, and Youzan shook their heads vigorously at the same time, and Youzan made a more serious statement: "Where is it? I didn't see it!"

Xiao Hong looked at them suspiciously, shrugged her shoulders, and her smile resumed: "The law of God's War is not bad, you praise you for doing a good job! Numen Ael never imagined that a bean like me could use power not weaker than his. His avatar was just created, and it seems that it will take hundreds of years to recuperate. If Teresia helps, it can be regarded as indirectly restraining her power."

She stepped on the huge pillar under her feet, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's just that the weapon is too big, it's really inconvenient."

You Zan said: "The Guizuibao smelter has begun to manufacture weapons that are more suitable for His Majesty. The solid magic steel golden cudgel is also [-] tons, and its volume is less than one-tenth of the current one."

Xiaohong stared: "One hundred and eight thousand tons of magic steel? Are we so rich now?"

You Zan timidly added: "I'm making a model, and it will take about half a year to complete...uh, maybe a year later."

Xiaohong snorted, but didn't care: "Just get a few thousand tons of magic steel as the rod core, and then melt this pillar. Li Qi and the others have a heavy burden, and we have to reduce the burden on him."

You Zan couldn't wait to respond, Chilian's Hell Devil Steel Furnace has already started smelting, although it is not rich enough to fully arm Xiaohong, it is still no problem to divide thousands of tons.

Putting the [-]-ton golden cudgel back to its original position, Xiao Hong rushed back to the lazy sofa, picked up Mickey and slumped on the sofa and asked, "How's the fight going?"

"Tattoo!"

Mickey pointed at the screen and said, Xiaohong looked at it and cried out: "Fuck, is this the bottom boss? Teresia is really cheating, and she let her subordinates play such a high-powered god drop!? No matter how much strategic reserves there are! It's not like that!"

The huge paladin on the screen was slashing with a holy light with glaring eyebrows.The shot is from a male shark, which is actually several kilometers away, and it looks like it is within arm's reach of the giant.

Yurna sighed: "If you burn the petitioners, you won't spend strategic reserves."

Xiao Hong was stunned, all the stupidity on her face dissipated, and pity gradually emerged.

She whispered: "Poor Theresia, he can't save her."

His eyes fell on the narwhal that had been blasted to pieces, and the fragments were all over the sky, and his pity was even greater.

"That's our good boy, that's how he sacrificed."

………………

Weeping over the sandy sea, looking at the narwhal that was bombarded by the holy light, all the officers and soldiers of the Red Federation were filled with grief.

Seeing the sky filled with fragments, it is a miracle that the [-] people inside are still alive.

The shattered light was dim, revealing the figure of the narwhal. Everyone turned from sadness to joy, and at the same time couldn't believe it.

Although the flight was wobbly, although the seven or eight-meter-wide skin in the middle of the body was gone, and even the keel was twisted together like a twist, the narwhal did not disintegrate!No breaks!It can even fly!

Through the bare gap, several people can still be seen shaking in the clearly visible hull.Sporadic blood can be seen, but no one is calling for help, but busy with something, and even poked his head out of the hull, looking around foolishly.

"Baslu, stick your screw head out and I'll kick you out!"

In the narwhal with hull number 28122, the captain was thin and bookish, yelling at his subordinates who were in a state of confusion and didn't know what they were doing.

"Peter, stop talking about Xiaohong's blessings, she can't hear her!"

"Is the damage control team dead? Straighten the ribs and paste the skin! We can still fight!"

"Pailin," the political commissar, with blood all over his face, didn't care to wipe it off, and advised the captain: "The most important thing now is to get out of here quickly and get back together."

Captain Bailin looked very calm: "It's not disintegrated or broken. It's not because of the blessing of Xiaohong, but because of the magic steel. But with so many broken ribs, it will definitely not be able to withstand the acceleration."

The political commissar understood: "We can only maintain this speed, and we can't make any maneuvers, but we can't just stare and do nothing..."

Bailin nodded: "We can't launch torpedoes, but there are still several fish bones."

The political commissar is a middle-aged man with a weathered face and calloused hands. It can be seen that he was a wilderness druid before. He said with emotion: "Bailin, I always thought you were dissatisfied and ran on you everywhere. I was wrong, no You should always be looking at what happened to you before."

Bailin said sullenly: "I am indeed dissatisfied, dissatisfied with you! You guys are not qualified to be on my ship!"

The political commissar smiled indifferently, and greeted the crew: "Did you hear that? Guys, the boss despises us, and still won't rescue our girl!?"

The crew members were cursing and gearing up.

The hull of the boat was violently turbulent, and the violent airflow roared in the hull. The crew members stood firmly by the safety buckles around their waists.

They are only equipped with light helmets and breastplates, but they are all made of magic steel, and they are buckled on the magic steel skeleton similar to the legion armor.

Relying on the strength provided by the skeleton, they used simple wrenches and pry bars to straighten the ribs of the magic steel.These ribs have lost their function of supporting the structure, and they can barely cope with it if they are pasted with skin.

Baslu and Pete, who were scolded by Bailin, opened the cover on the floor and took out a ball of dust that looked like clay.The two wrinkled their faces, and each of them lifted one side, pasted the thing on the gap, and then pressed it with their hands to cast a spell casually.

The clay shook, wriggling as if it had life, and quickly stretched around, quickly filling the gap area of ​​dozens of square meters.

The two of them tapped the piece of "clay" with their fists, and when they heard a metal-like sound, they confirmed that there was no problem, and then went to fetch another ball of "clay".

As the lumps of cement turned into metal-like plates, the gaps in the hull were filled one by one, and the inside of the boat was also filled with an unpleasant smell, causing everyone to wear respirators.

The captain Bailin also put on a respirator, and his complaint sounded on the channel in the boat: "This damn slime filler, it smells disgusting, can't we mix it with some fragrance?"

At this time, the fishbone team's inspection report also came out: "No problem, captain, we can fight back!"

During this time, the paladin attacked the other three narwhals, but compared to his huge body and clumsy movements, the narwhals were as nimble as a bee, dodging the huge arc of light he slashed one after another.

28122 maintained a speed of less than [-] kilometers per hour. At a place five kilometers away from the huge paladin, Yoyo flew from the right side of the paladin to the left, making the paladin stunned.

Just now he succeeded in one blow, but he ignored it after seeing the broken glow all over the sky. It was obvious that the narwhal was finished.

Now this guy has nothing to do, and he is walking around under his nose like a demonstration, making him blink several times, suspecting that he is hallucinating.

In the narwhal, Bailin gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, let's give this guy the middle finger."

Four fishbone missiles shot out from the junction of the horned eagle's wings and body, drawing a full moon-like arc, and shooting towards the face of the paladin who descended from the gods.

The paladin snorted and didn't want to pay attention to it. He is now the incarnation of a super god, equivalent to the peak of legend, how could he be hurt by such a gadget.

He didn't even bother to open the holy shield, let alone prop up the huge mountain-like shield. The long sword in his hand, which could only keep up with the length of the sword if three Duke-class airships were connected end to end, was raised high, ready to strike out again. A Holy Light Slash.

Thanks to the Divine Incarnation Badge given by His Majesty the God Emperor, he is now so powerful that he is confident that he can fire the Holy Light Slash like a magic machine gun.

Four streams of white smoke shot into the left side of his face, reaching deep into his skin before exploding four little purple flames, causing him to roar in pain.

His current incarnation of divine grace is physical, but it is not real flesh and blood. It is roughly like... jelly, in short, the density is lower than real flesh and blood.

Four small purple dots remained on his face, not only did not disappear, but also shone with purple light gradually expanding and deepening.That is the magic power of fate sprayed out by the missile warhead.Because of the conflict with the divine power of order, he fought tenaciously in the body of the huge divine power of the paladin.

In 28122 Nawhal, seeing this scene on the screen of the command cabin, the captain and political commissar raised their middle fingers at the same time: "Damn!"

Lin De, who was in charge of the on-site command, saw this scene, and then received the news that the fourth brigade was coming, and instantly made a judgment.

"No. [-] Squadron, continue to attack the enemy ships from above! The No. [-] Squadron and the No. [-] Squadron attack this monster, at least contain him!"

"The narwhal can pull farther to launch the torpedo, no need to lock on!"

As soon as Linde gave the order, a series of torpedoes came out of the boat, and the thousand-meter-high paladin was instantly surrounded by a circle of white smoke.

At this time, the paladin didn't dare to ignore it. Not only did he raise his shield, but he also waved down a light shield.

A circle of lavender flames exploded around the paladin, crystals crystallized everywhere on the shield and the light shield, and bullet cores and fragments brushed the paladin's body. Although he didn't cause any serious damage, the pain still made his huge body tremble.

Compared with the fishbone missile, the warhead of the whaletooth torpedo has more than ten times the charge, and it is also mixed with a core group that can cause penetration and tearing effects. The battleship exploded in two.

Although the mountain-like incarnation of divine grace in front of him is huge, it is not real flesh and blood. Of course, it is useless if it is real flesh and blood, and its defense is not much stronger than that of a battleship.

When the male sharks from the fourth brigade arrived, they were stunned to see a scene.

The paladin, who had turned from a hill to a mountain, was slashing out golden arcs of light crazily, and descending golden beams of light one after another, stirring up the clouds in the sky and shining golden light, like a divine kingdom on earth.

The big narwhal and the small male shark shuttled between the arcs of light, continuously launching missiles and torpedoes, piercing through the light shield of the paladin, brushing out pieces of flickering lavender light on his body.

Although most of the purple light was washed away by the golden light flowing from the paladin's body, a few patches of purple light still gathered on the legs, face, and chest, burning out puffs of smoke.

The Chilian side was not unharmed, and the three narwhals were slowly sinking with thick white smoke.

They were all covered by the golden beam of light that could be locked by the paladin, and then the skin was rolled up, the ribs were twisted, the engine stopped, and the people were as confused as if they were in a steamer.

It was a trial decree similar to that of a paladin. It was very powerful, but it also consumed a lot.Every time the paladin uses it, the avatar of divine grace shrinks, and at the same time loses some details on his body, making him afraid to use it again.

This is not all of the battle. Some narwhals circled behind the paladins, while avoiding the attacks of the paladins, they continued to attack the imperial airships.The opponent's anti-aircraft firepower has been significantly strengthened, but the movements of the paladins have also had a serious impact on them, canceling each other out, and the imperial airship is still in a passive state of being beaten.Battleships continued to turn into fireworks, exploding around the Paladin's body.

In the channel of the Fourth Battalion, whistles sounded chaotically. Ralph said with a smile: "I thought it was impossible to encounter a situation like the Traveler's Wilderness War in this life. I didn't expect it to be here. We are so lucky."

Everyone agrees very much, this is almost a mortal God of War!
Although it is just an incarnation of divine favor that has not yet been seen by a demigod, how different is it from a god with such a big body and such a glamorous image?
Defeating him is equivalent to announcing to the entire Fern that the myth of the invincibility of the gods is shattered!

There is no need to say any rhetoric, and there is no need to sing any impassioned battle songs. At this moment, the Fourth Battalion... No, there is only one word echoing in the hearts of all the officers and soldiers of the Red Federation: Gan!

Farther away, the spouts under the ribs of the two scout dragons spit out fireworks intermittently.

Even if it is tens of kilometers away, you can clearly see the heroic posture of the avatar of God's grace holding a sword and wielding a shield.

Harry exclaimed in fear, "That's equivalent to a demigod!"

Sierra even closed her eyes: "What did we do in the past? Send us to die?"

Catamon passed the magnified image to Harry: "Look well!"

Seeing the embarrassing appearance of the incarnation of God's Enchantment with mottled purple light, the scout dragon's eyes gleamed at both ends.

"Gan!"

"Gan!"

The dragon's wings contracted, and the nozzle spit out a blazing flame, and the two scout dragons shot towards the battlefield.

On the Roydas, Simbner moved his hand away from the crystal ball, and the corner of his mouth twitched and whispered: "I knew it was wrong to place hope on the gods..."

The fleet has already lost half of its warships, and Charboni's incarnation of grace only restrained half of the Chilian's power, and the Chilian's remaining half of its power is still rapidly devouring the fleet.

Now, Simbner decided to solve the problem on his own.

He hastily left the bridge and came to the enclosed cabin in the middle of the flagship, where his men were guarding the door, not imperial soldiers.

Inside the door is a wide space with a round platform made of magic metal in the center.A circle of magicians sat cross-legged on the edge of the round platform, reciting spells in low voices.

In the circle surrounded by the magician, a transparent gem the size of a fist was suspended in the air.The traces of azure blue light fluctuate, but the details inside the gem cannot be seen clearly, as if there is a world hidden inside.

"Preparing to implement the night plan..."

There was a flash of white light high in the space, said Simbner, where another jewel was suspended.

A cold and mechanical female voice came from the gem: "Transmitting the magic circle directly around the destination will cause a strong disturbance of magic power, and the Chilian will definitely find out. They have endless mages who are proficient in space magic, and they can deal with the damage caused by the subspace." Magic disturbance is very sensitive."

Simbner said coldly: "No way, this is an inevitable risk."

The female voice continued: "It is impossible to operate the magic circle without being disturbed by people throughout the day."

The female voice should be his tower spirit. It is extremely risky to bring the tower spirit out of the magic tower. It can be seen that Simbner has invested a huge amount of money in this plan.

Simbner was silent for a moment, no longer explaining: "You don't have to worry about this, get ready for teleportation."

When he was speaking, he glanced at the dozen or so magicians on the round platform, both male and female, old and young, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Sacrifice the blood of these disciples of his, and it won't take a whole day.

(End of this chapter)