On the devastated ground, the gray air mass was quietly moving forward, and the steel giant beast a few kilometers away spewed out countless high-energy swords, which did not give Scarlet Ink Ming time to react, like a repetition of the first shelling, the gray air mass was hit in an instant. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, with this level of attack, if it is still the previous Scarlet Ink Name, there will definitely be no bones, but for the current zombie Scarlet Ink Name, the shelling can't even stir up the slightest ripple from her spontaneous breeze barrier, so it doesn't matter if she can react or not.

But the iron-shelled insects provoked one after another, so that the bad character of the crimson ink name was already unbearable, and the slender eyebrows under the flower cat mask shook up and down greatly... This is usually the outward manifestation of her anger when she is trying to endure her patience, and at such times, if there is the slightest irritation, Scarlet Ink will erupt like a volcano that has been suffocating for thousands of years, bursting into a monstrous flame that even the gods and demons are looking at.

"One last time."

In the intense light caused by the shelling, the unscathed Scarlet Ink muttered to himself.

"What?"

Ye Huilian, who was bound by the wind behind Scarlet Ink, heard a whisper.

"What do you say, my lord..."

She asked Scarlet Mo Ming curiously, and quickly suppressed her voice, because she remembered the fate of talking too much in front of the female devil, which was definitely not the fate of a conspirator like Ye Huilian.

This girl, who is also from the reincarnation space, has the same ghost as Natsuki, but unlike Natsuki's open fire battle, she buries her ghost mind in the deepest part of her brain, like a weak snake, but has the most poisonous fangs that can kill people, always waiting, when the prey is the weakest, make up for the desperate knife.

For the last time.

This was Scarlet Ink's chance for Hubelion, and it was her way of convincing herself to give up venting her anger.

I'm in a hurry to go back to school to rein in the crimson name of my corpse, I don't want to make a difference, and killing the Valkyrie before is also a matter of convenience, just like ordinary people walking on the road and encountering a few tabby mosquitoes that want to suck their own blood, and they are disgusted and slapped to death, that's all.

"Charge the main gun!"

But the captain of the Huberian ship, Black-cloaked, had no idea how ferocious and brutal the tiger he was dealing with... Maybe he knew, but the black clothed man, who was immersed in the grief and anger of losing his prospective girlfriend, just obliviously urged the crew and the ship elves to speed up their movements.

"Drag the railgun up to labor! Loaded with tungsten steel bullets! The energy cannon can't do it, and the labor and management don't believe that even the live ammunition cannon can't help that bitch! ”

"Boom Boom!!"

The tungsten steel projectile, which is completely in line with the aerodynamic shape, is accelerated by electromagnetism and rushes out of the ten-meter-long gun chamber at the speed of one thousandth of a light.

Like modern ships fighting on the water, the bottom side of the Hubelian ship emits a deafening sound, but unlike gunpowder weapons, railguns have no recoil and are not filled with smoke when fired.

Hundreds of tungsten steel bullets the size of a human head had already hit the fleeing gray air mass before the sound could be heard.

Of these, eighty-six shells hit the target directly, and thirty-seven were close-arrow shells...... Modern fire control and targeting systems are truly breathtaking, and it is possible to hit a target less than three meters in diameter from a distance of several kilometers with a hit rate of more than 70%.

However, it doesn't do much.

Thirty-seven tungsten steel shells that did not hit the gray air mass smashed deep gullies in the ground, and the soil layer was lifted high like ocean waves, and the shells were also slanted deeper into the earth.

The eighty-six shells that hit were stunned and inlaid on the barrier facing the Hyperion, overlapping and squeezing together in dense stacks.

The tungsten steel bullets formed and distorted by the impact combined into an ugly metal lump, and as the gray air mass advanced, the large metal lumps that had lost their kinetic energy also fell straight to the ground, adding a shallow pit to the devastated land.

Through the monitoring monitor, the unscathed gray air mass made all the Hubelion crew members gasp again, and at the same time, it also made the face of the black cloth distort to the point of no return, but more of it was helplessly depressed.

As a conventional destroyer that is not very conventional, Hyperion is not equipped with attack weapons against super-capable individuals, and when dealing with super-capable individuals, in addition to artillery bombardment, it is more of a Valkyrie to fight.

Generally speaking, four A-level Valkyries are enough to run rampant, and it is rare to encounter a situation where four A-level Valkyries are powerless, but now, it is obviously an unusual situation, not to mention that three of the four Valkyries have died, even if they are not dead, the number will be doubled, and eighty percent will just go up and send heads.

In the case of ineffective shelling and Valkyrie delivering food, the crystallization of modern technology has been helpless.

The temples of the black clothes were beating suddenly, the heart was beating excessively, the blood pressure was rising rapidly, and there were signs of cerebral hemorrhage. He couldn't help but grapple with the edge of the console with both hands, the cold, hard texture of the metal making him feel a little better.

"Himeko..."

"Don't ask me." As soon as the mouth of the black cloth moved, it was cut off by Himeko, who was smiling bitterly: "Because I don't know what to do either." ”

The end of the black cloth was silent.

The situation was reported to the fleet headquarters, and the reply was only two words: retreat.

Fall back?

Why retreat?

Why retreat?

The Valkyries on the ship are all his wings!

Now that his wings have been broken, he is gone, so how can he hold his head up in the future? How can you be worthy of your conscience? How can you be worthy of the three young girls who died?

The black-clothed man did not intend to retreat, but wanted to chase and fight the Scarlet Red Tiger.

But what about chasing and fighting?

There are two paths in front of him, one is to retreat now, and the other is to retreat after the backup energy is exhausted.

As for taking out the Red Tiger.....

Even if the black clothes were very frustrated, they had to admit that with Huberian's configuration, it was impossible to do it.

But even so, the black cloth is still not ready to give up.

It's one thing to not be able to do it, and it's another thing not to do it.

Maybe it did

Will there be a miracle?

"Give me chase!"

The black man gritted his teeth and made a sound.

"But the captain ......"

The helmsman turned hesitantly, as if puzzled.

"Execute the order!"

The black-clothed man didn't care what he knew, he was like an angry bull, staring at everything around him with wide red eyes.

The ship's information was public, and the captain knew no more than the crew, which meant that the crew had a clear understanding of Hubelion's current situation.

There is no point in spending it here, and when the energy is exhausted, there may be danger, and the wise choice is to follow the advice of the General Staff.

Most of the crew on the ship thought the same thing, and the black man thought that the helmsman wanted to give a retreat warning, but in fact...

"Of course I will carry out your orders, but captain, the target has stopped, what do you want me to chase?" The helmsman grunted.

"Huh?!"

The eyes of the black clothes flashed with red bloodshots, and he looked at the center of the surveillance screen in surprise, where the main character, a black air current, had already quietly stopped, and now split in two like cell division.

That bitch is going to get real moving!

The bloodshot flashing in the eyes of the black cloth turned into "blood water", and he suddenly let out a panicked roar:

"The main cannon is uncharged! Full Energy Supply Phase Shield! The power furnace is 200% overloaded! ”

The black-clothed man is worthy of being the captain of the heroic ship of Hyperion, and he can foresee anything.

The moment the Hubelion's railgun sounded, a slender thread of reason in Scarlet Ink's heart was shattered by herself.

After surviving a round of shelling, the gray air mass turned into a large and a small mass under the control of Crimson Ink.

The big one enveloped herself, and the small one bound the karmic ripples.

In order not to be constrained, Scarlet Mo Ming tied Ye Huilian to the ground with the wind, and launched a charge against Huberian alone.

Charging a battleship that stretches across the sky like a mountain with flesh and blood is like a ridiculous story in a cartoon.

But it's not ridiculous, Scarlet Ink is full of thoughts about tearing the steel mountains to shreds, and she has the ability to do that.

And the Iron Mountain Range is even more worried that the flesh and blood have the ability to tear themselves to pieces.

So neither flesh and blood nor the steel mountains find this picture ridiculous.

But there are still people laughing, secretly laughing, laughing heartily, laughing when the conspiracy succeeds.

You don't need to tell who that person is.

A reincarnation named Natsuki.

The moment he saw Scarlet Ink reflexively charge at Hyperion, Natsuki smiled from ear to ear.

"The mussels and cranes compete with each other for the fisherman's profit. It's a great feeling for this kind of calculating people to let them kill each other and reap their own profits. ”

Natsuki squinted and lay in the cracks in the dusty walls, his face full of intoxication, as if he was in a hotel with a first-class service environment, enjoying foie gras and red wine.

It's a pity that Natsuki doesn't know that there is not only "mussels and cranes compete for fishermen to profit" in the world, but also the famous saying "praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches are behind".

Hong Wei, a cult figure who was calculated by his own team members, I believe that everyone has not forgotten him.

From the Golem battlefield to the abandoned quartermaster warehouse, he followed Hyperion all the way.

At this time, he naturally arrived at the scene.

And he's not just here, he's aware of the current situation.

"It's really clumsy."

Hidden in an unknown corner, Hong Wei was dismissive of what was happening in front of him.

"It's another trick to frame the mussels and cranes, and I can smell the stench of Natsuki's arrogance and ignorance from afar."

Hong Wei's face was full of red light, but his eyes flashed with a cruel and cold light.

“…… I can't wait to see the look of horror and horror on your face when you elated to think you've won everything, only to suddenly find out that I'm not dead...... It must be very beautiful. ”

Hong Wei smiled more sinister and hideous than Xia Shu...... For his bare skin often twitched, bulging or dented, like dozens of insects burrowing under his skin.

What's even more terrifying is that his face full of red light is wriggling all the time, like a mass of cheese, solidifying and melting, constantly changing. And when his face melts, I can even faintly see my face!

In the sky, the battle between the female devil Scarlet and Hubelion is in full swing.

Wrong.

It should be a one-sided ravage.

For if you stand on the ground and look up, you will see a white cloud of fire, and the huge mountain of Hyperion has been completely submerged in the raging sea of flames. Only in the crevices of the surging fire clouds can you occasionally catch a glimpse of the scaly claws of the steel behemoth, but they will soon be obscured by the white flames again...... is like a thick-skinned, rough-fleshed and infinitely small girl, no matter how hard she struggles, she is pressed to the ground by countless white-clothed men who have gone forward and succeeded, and she can only suffer from the grass.

Crimson's attack has always been like this... magnificent, even if you kill a mouse and let her do it, it will definitely blow up the house in the end.

Scarlet Ink, who turned into a zombie, inherited this tradition very well, and even carried it forward...... At least she didn't have the skills to fill the sky with flames and summon hurricanes that would spin entire cities.

This is not good news for Hyperion.

"How long can we resist?" The black-clothed Mo frowned, and his face was replaced by deep anxiety because of the mania of the Valkyrie's tragic death.

"If you count all the backup energy, it can last about half an hour." The ship elf knew the severity of the situation at the moment, and did not make those innocuous jokes with his captain again, but was serious and a little anxious.

In the face of this monster that was completely unafraid of artillery bombardment and had terrifying combat effectiveness, the crew of these "ships of luck", which was less than the battle array, began to shake physically and mentally.

And the captain of the Hyperion himself regretted his previous reckless actions, and in order to take revenge, he actually miscalculated the enemy's strength, and put more people's lives in a desperate situation.

"Damn it!"

He scolded to himself, and he didn't know if he was scolding the female devil or himself, or if it was this damn God.

"What the hell is going on with the promotion team! Why can't the boat move!? ”

"Captain, the propulsion group is functioning normally, too good to be better, and there are no problems, or rather, you shouldn't think that something is wrong with the propulsion group."

The boiler squad leader in charge of the engine was a strict border provincial who was unhappy with the captain's questioning of his work.

"Yes! It's none of your business! Can you tell me why Huberian is like a big hen in the water, unable to do anything but spin in place!? ”

"I'm only in charge of the engine and the propulsion group, and you should probably ask other professionals about this kind of thing."

The boiler squad leader had a thorn in his words, and this strict frontier man had long been dissatisfied with the young captain who had let the whole ship fall into a trap for his own selfishness, but because of the strict discipline of the imperial army, he could only say a few words to him.

“…… I'm sorry... I'm sorry ....."

The black man lowered his head blankly, muttering indistinct syllables in his mouth...... The commander apologized to his subordinates, which was already considered a violation of military rules in the imperial army.

Through the communication window, the high-precision camera clearly presents every pore of the captain in the eyes of the boiler squad leader.

The depressed feelings were almost transmitted to the boiler squad leader through the virtual screen, and his words softened: "...... You are the captain of the ship, you are doing everything right, and we are only tools to carry out your orders, and your orders, and no one in the whole of Hyperion will disobey them...... Although sometimes, I don't have the consciousness as a tool. ”

Self-deprecating and showing loyalty, the boiler squad leader turned off the communications.

"Yes, no one in Hyperion will disobey my orders," the black man muttered to himself in pain, "That's why I can't be rash, because if something goes wrong, what's the difference between killing everyone on board with my own hands?" ”

"Captain..... Himeko stepped forward to hold the somewhat trembling arm of the end of the black clothes, wanting to comfort him politely, but was stopped by the end of the black clothes waving his hand.

"I know what you're trying to say, it's none of your business, and even if you don't ask for it, I'll have Hyperion come to the rescue...... It's just that I was really impulsive to see them cut off their heads by that bitch...... I didn't expect that just humans could be strong to this extent. ”