I knew that I hadn't escaped far enough, and I knew that no one would be able to save me once I was hit by battleplane fire. But I still want to see, I want to know if the starship cores can really resist the spiritual impact that is a lore for ordinary people.

If possible, I would also like to see, the god-like superwill, whipped by the firepower of the battleship, tossing and wailing, if he can do it.

The third time I have undergone the test of mental shock, I have been able to control the movement of my body relatively freely, although I can't exercise normally and vigorously, but there is no problem in raising my hand and turning my head according to my own will.

This gives me great encouragement, which means that the attack of the super will can be tolerated, and once you have the right method and experience to deal with it, the body may really be able to withstand the terrifying, super-large range of mental impact. If I could, then it wasn't impossible for other reformed fighters to do so. Thinking of this, I began to feel pain in my flesh to bring up the first batch of reformed warriors. Nine of them were buried here, and if I had told them what to do, I might be the only one who would have survived.

The battle between Super Will and the starship cores has actually been detached from the level of individual combat, and with my naked eyes, even with the optical observation system, I can't see what is happening on the entire battlefield. All I know is that there is a high density of psychic shocks that have turned the nearly 2,000-kilometer area around the Super Will into a death zone for ordinary humans and ordinary electronic devices, and any intervention into this area will result in the destruction of people or electronic products.

In that case, what will happen to Avalon, far underground?

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I had a feeling that the old fox Zeratul would not be affected. Lady Wall, who had been an old rival of the Planters, could not have had an effective way to deal with the super will, otherwise they would not have survived the attack of the biochemical fleet. Like the test cannon, Zeratul may have had more than one method, but he didn't come up with it.

Anyway, at this distance, 17 battleships in near-Martian orbit must be under the influence of mental shock.

I can't help but look forward to the sight of 17 battleships falling one after another after killing each other, or the image of the super will trembling under the attack of the battleship.

A scream in the air was heard. The sky that shimmered red in the smoke, suddenly a continuous pulse of light pierced the clouds, and when the first point of light penetrated the thick haze, the energy impact spread out, directly revealing the pale golden transparent atmosphere of Mars in front of my eyes. Then came flashes, whistling, earthquakes, and finally a shock wave that rolled at any time and with fragments.

I chose a military anti-aircraft bunker. Thick reinforced concrete, with metallic lead added to the interlayer, the bunker is extremely resistant to radiation. I cowered into the bunker, in the broken basement, listening to the horrific howls of the outside shockwaves as they crossed the border. There was not much trepidation in my heart, but excitement occupied most of the emotions.

Super Will has finally met its opponent. The attack just now was definitely from the battleship. Kiana: They succeeded.

The magnetic rail cannon, although the destructive and penetrating power of the atmosphere will be affected, still has the ability to penetrate the battleship's armor plate. The accumulation of 17 battleships, even with the incredible defensive force field of super will, and its carapace comparable to that of a battleship, will not be so easy to resist.

The walls of the bunker were shaking, and the buried facility was screaming in shock waves and tremors. I knew that I couldn't stay here, and that I might collapse at any time from the aftermath of the battleship bombardment, but I didn't panic in my heart, even if I was buried by earth and rocks immediately, I didn't care. The starship cores are avenging me, avenging the lost brethren, and I have no regrets just knowing that.

Although there are no regrets, the action of running still has to be done. With a brisk pace, I left the crumbling bunker, and the moment I entered the next bunker, the reinforced concrete ceiling collapsed, revealing the mountain-like body of the super will, dozens of kilometers away. Although it was only a flicker, I could see that the mountain-like superwill, shrouded in dust and fire, had turned into a very irregular and incongruous trembling.

I really wanted to continue observing, but unfortunately the warning of the brain domain perception made me have to shift my position, just when I hid behind the improvised shelter wall of the lower bunker, something hit the shelter wall, and the huge impact directly shattered the special bunker wall nearly half a meter thick, and I had to move to the lower level again. There was a constant rumble behind him, and even with a full-coverage helmet, he couldn't completely shield his body from the damage caused by the vibrations and infrasound.

Relying on brain domain perception, the world around you is like a dangerous canyon full of threats, but there is always a slender safe path to pass through. I kept running through this path that could only be passed by my senses, dodging the different threats coming from all directions, until I simply closed my eyes and let my senses carry me to run or stop in the chaotic rapids. I felt that a large area behind me was a lifeless blood-red zone, and the places around me, including the places in front of me, were mostly painted in red, and only the position of a thin side was exhausting for me to move forward. Sometimes I don't even have this one, so I have to stop and wait for a new one to appear, depending on whether the opportunity will appear faster or if the red zone behind me will cover faster.

In the end, the red zone didn't catch up, and I managed to escape. When you reach the safety of the ground, you don't know how many floors it is, or where it used to be. My ears were filled with buzzing in my head. These sounds no longer come from the outside world, but from my heart, the inertia of my auditory and tactile perceptions.

When everything finally stopped, and the noise around me, or rather, the noise I could feel, faded away, I looked up and saw an unimaginable sight, above my head, not the ceiling of the lower bunker at all, but empty, with a direct view of the bottom of the abyss of the heavenly dome. It's an irregular abyss, half of which has collapsed in the direction of the Super Will. In front of my eyes, the fire dragon in the sky was far away, and a large number of biochemical warships were gathered. The bloodied mountains are no longer as immobile as they once were. Although it still maintains its majestic size, the black-red carapace is already scattered.

The super will is injured, obviously a very serious injury, so that it can't be in the ** god impact. In front of my eyes, the body of the super will was slowly rising, and under the escort of the massive biochemical battleship, I thought about speeding up in the sky above Mars.

"If you want to run, stop it!"

My voice bounced off the visor and only I could hear it. I checked the portable terminal and all the information loops, none of which were working, and I completely cut off contact with the outside world.

It wants to escape, but nothing can stop it. Can't the fleet see it?

No way.

Didn't Mrs. Wall find out?

How could it be.

As I can see, no one can stop it. Both the fleet and Avalon are exhausted. None of the forces involved in the war can afford to fight anymore.

I watched as the Super Will gradually accelerated, became smaller, and turned into a gray streamer that broke through the clouds and disappeared into the end of vision.

"That's what you want." , I said to someone in the void.

Now that so many lives have been spent, and such a nondescript result has been obtained, are we really in the right direction?