The insects in the sky had been swept away, and nothing could stop the mighty fleet from landing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The sound of explosions continued one after another, and the swarm on the ground was blocked by the steel and American legions, and the two sides were entangled and constantly consumed, fighting at both ends of the scale, waiting for the new weight to be pressed on, and the other side was completely destroyed.

The weight of the machine corps came first.

The steel-forged behemoth broke through the clouds and pressed down on top of the insect's head in pieces, and the muzzles under the hull adjusted the angle to slam beams of energy into the insect...... Stinging snakes and jumping insects were pierced by the light, their bodies instantly expanding in the scattered grains of sand, and then exploding.

The slime of the insects splattered everywhere, and where they fell, the dark red sand turned a sticky dark green.

Countless small black dots flew out of the belly of the steel behemoth in the sky, and soon approached the ground, and the dive bombers were at the front, accompanied by a roar, they were wrapped in light shields and rushed down, throwing high-explosive bombs at one insect after another, and then pulled up again, burrowing into the sky.

And higher up, a group of huge flying machines moved straight forward, their bodies more than ten times larger than the modified Valkyrie of Vanilla, and at a certain moment, the hatches under their bodies opened together, and dozens of tons of guided bombs were rained down.

Several spherical ships flew into the sky above the ground mech, and the pale blue barrier that only shielded them from the attack of the insect swarm appeared on the front line, and their remaining companions continued to move forward, the hull lit up with beautiful colors of fiery red or ice blue, and then the sky above the insects unbelievably fell with sharp ice arrows and scorching meteorites.

The original momentum of the insect swarm is long gone, except for the temporary safety under them, they are swept away by the explosion that occurs from all directions, and the American legion on the ground takes the opportunity to advance, and with the protection and assistance of the magic ship, harvesting the life of the insect in pieces.

The swarm was only half of its number, and they began to retreat - not backwards, but down.

All of them received orders from the Mother Worm, so they easily cut through the sand beneath them, dived into the desert, planned to break through the shields and attack the American Legion, and then sneak back to the vicinity of the main nest to snipe at the enemy - it only takes a few hours for the well-supplied main nest to hatch a larger swarm!

Nice plan.

The next moment, countless ice spikes protruded upward, and they pierced through the desert, standing tall, each cluster of shining ice crystals piercing the corpse of an alien insect.

In an instant, all the remaining insects were wiped out.

That's what Loria helped - the ice that had moved on even after leaving the caster had already crossed the battlefield where the two sides were fighting.

Fifteen minutes later, the fleet and the American Legion had been reorganized and repaired, and following the map from the mothership, they continued on their way towards the main nest that the insects had established on the planet.

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She was still careless.

Vanilla pushed away the metal plates that were pressing on her body and staggered to her feet, her eyes hurting terribly, and one of them was blind...... Blindness was not a new condition for countless years, and she covered her injured right eye, and soon gained balance with her left eye alone, searching for Miria.

After dropping a timed hydrogen bomb and making her way through the frenzied swarm that surrounded her, her landline was already in tatters and it was impossible to return, so she had to bite the bullet and let the planet's gravity capture her, praying that the little auxiliary equipment she had dismantled would allow her and Miria to land.

Now it seems that it is only half the battle.

Vanilla pulled out the emergency combat kit from between the still burning outer frames, but the food inside had long since been burned to a mass of charcoal, and the guns were gone.

She sighed.

It's not supposed to be like that.

The talkative and annoying co-pilot was an ordinary human being...... Said to bring her home safely.

The ammunition depot hatch was facing up, most of it was already submerged in the sand, and Vanilla tugged at the edge to pull herself over it - there were also two hydrogen bombs stored inside, fortunately this was the most well-protected place in her car, and if she detonated them, Miria would be dead anyway.

Vanilla sat down on the ruined ammunition depot to rest for a moment, she should have fainted from the pain, but the unbearable pain was nothing to her.

It hurts or hurts, but I've been used to it for a long time.

There's nothing worse than accidentally falling into Naxxramas's meat grinder.

She fell back to the sand, shook, didn't fall, and felt much better than just now, and when it came to the number of near-death experiences, probably no one in this world could beat her.

There was a shrill hiss, and Vanilla lowered her body, and soon saw a dozen jumping insects searching for Valkyrie's fragments not far away, and they also spotted her and hissed at her.

Habitually touching her waist, but there was no reliable and cold steel touch, Vanilla smacked her lips and stood up straight, her life was also eroded by modern technology, and she almost forgot her old ways.

Half a minute later, Vanilla dropped the scorched, twitching throbbing worms and continued to look for Miria.

Vanilla quickly finds the unconscious co-pilot who has fallen on the sand, clinging to a two-meter-long bear, and the dumb fool has saved her from wearing a huge stuffed animal on the ship, and she is not even seriously injured.

The power of magic lifted Miria up, and Vanilla hid her behind a small sand dune away from the crash site, and when she was done, she fumbled around Miria, and sure enough, she found a pen-shaped object in the pocket of her uniform, and Vanilla unscrewed the lid of the device with all her might, throwing it into the gravel.

This is an emergency positioning device, and the signal strength is no less than that of those weird-looking cactus buildings...... Vanilla adjusted the small broken machinery on her wrist to determine her approximate position, and she estimated that in a few hours, the nearest fleet would come to the rescue.

Just wait.

Casting the crappy concealment of the three-legged cat level, Vanilla felt tightness in her chest, she wasn't quite sure if her ribs were broken, she just wanted to take a big breath of air...... You can't see even a hint of green in this place, so where does the oxygen come from?

She climbed to the top of the small sand dune, but immediately lowered herself.

Just below the dunes, the dark red desert was now covered in a thick layer of black goo, and they were still wriggling...... If you look closely, you'll see that the black, sticky ground is actually made up of countless parasites.

Farther away, a huge structure could be clearly seen, covered with gigantic organs and cavities, and nodules taller than humans were everywhere, shrinking and expanding, with spike-like protrusions on the surface from time to time.

The monster can't wait to come out. (To be continued.) )