Think about it every day: Pain is an illusion of the senses, and despair is an illusion of the mind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the commander of the militia died, the neat laser gun set that was originally fired from the militia laser gun began to become intermittent because there was no follow-up commander to command, and it was no longer forming that kind of neat laser set fire.

And when the dozens of militiamen with laser carbines in their hands were not firing, the blockade firepower that had intimidated the Spirit Clan's Howling Banshee no longer existed, and these aliens wearing tight armor engraved with black ominous runes began a frontal assault with a power sword flashing with a blue power field.

When the three Wailing Banshees began to assault, on the hillside in the distance, three Spirit Ranger wearing camouflage cloaks and in a half-kneeling position began to aim with the Ranger spear with a heavy sci-fi flavor in their hands.

"Woo Woo ~~~~~~~~~"

After a short three-second aiming time, three blue laser rays shot out, spanning a distance of one thousand meters, and with a "snap", the heads of the three militiamen were blown to pieces.

"There are snipers, be careful!!"

"Sniper spotted in front right, specific location in ......"

"Poof~~~~"

One of the militia's precision marksmen was shot by a laser during a loud shout, and a burnt circular wound appeared on his chest.

With the death of both commanders and precision shooters, the morale of the militia units, which had suffered heavy losses, was even lowered, and the already dense firepower network became even more sparse. Charging towards the trenches, the Howling Banshee quickly rushed through a distance of three hundred meters against the militia's laser rays, and after making a high jump, jumped into the trench in one fell swoop, engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the panicked militia.

A militia with only a bayonet and a dagger fought in the narrow trenches and the Howling Banshees of the Spirit Clan, a massacre in every way.

The skilled Howling Banshee, armed with a power sword sharpened like clay, quickly swept through the trenches, leaving a trail of mutilated corpses in her wake.

Several brave militia warriors swooped down with the idea of dooming together, trying to drag an alien to create an opportunity for their companions, but they were easily dodged by all the militiamen's attacks with a light spin of the dexterous and agile Howling Banshee, like a ballet on the stage, and then smeared a sword on the militiamen's necks with their powered swords.

The slaughter continued, dozens of militiamen were quickly slaughtered, and then, wearing their own mane helmets, the three Spirits warriors walked into the dugouts of the trenches in the form of faceless, emotionless slayers.

Soon, a low Gothic cry for mercy and screams came from within, and then vanished into nothing at the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh.

Three Wailing Banshees emerged from the dugout, leaving three bloody footprints in their path. Then, after the Howling Banshee and the three Ranger converge, they galloped towards the next human settlement, and the spirit squad was ready to start slaughtering the humans.

Before leaving, one of the leading Howling Banshee Martial Arts Masters gracefully took off her helmet and turned her head to look at the bomb shelter with a look of disdain and contempt on her face.

"Hmph, what did the Prophet do we want to go to this remote world to slaughter these barbarian monkeys, so that they can live freely in this damned, backward world! Having me breathe under the same sky as these monkeys made me feel like I was going to suffocate. ”

A ranger passing by her gave her an indifferent look and said in an indifferent tone.

"Eudullah, since the Prophet has asked us to do this, of course she has a reason, don't talk so much nonsense, hurry to the next monkey settlement and concentrate, we must now quickly kill the monkeys scattered in the wilderness, and then gather together to destroy the barbarian forces in the city. Now we have to buy time to kill all the humans in this world before the barbarian empire's army arrives, or we will not be able to defeat their infinite number with only a small number of troops when the barbarian army arrives. ”

"Cut!"

The Spirit Clan's Martial Arts Chief, Eudullah, was extremely disdainful, and she said to the ranger who was communicating with her as she ran forward with the power sword.

"One of our warriors can beat twenty of those barbarians unscathed, if it weren't for the barbarian empire too many, it would be their turn to be arrogant."

"The fact is, on the frontal battlefield, we can't defeat the barbaric ......"

As the Spirit Clan's squad walked farther and farther away until they disappeared, three scouts wearing stealth reconnaissance cloaks slowly appeared on the side of the path as they walked along.

The leader of the scout beckoned in the direction of the Elven Clan. In a moment, an invisible scout skull flew over from that side and flew into the captain's hand, and a conversation between the Spirit Ranger and the Wailing Banshee just now appeared in their ears.

After listening, the captain silently pointed to the bomb shelter, and a scout quickly ran to the bomb shelter, and then, after a while, the scout ran back, walked in front of the captain, looked at the captain with an angry face, and shook his head silently.

The captain's unhelmeted face was visibly unpleasant, and after a few quick gestures to the two men, the three of them quickly disappeared in place with the scout skull.

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In the low-earth orbit of this world, the Tempest is like a silent behemoth, staying above the human world that has just transitioned from feudal to industrial society.

The reason why the Warbenders stayed outside this world was because while the subspace engine was still cooling down after the subspace jump, the Star Whisperer on the Storm received a faint verbal message, which was as follows.

"This is the world of Lille, save us, whoever receives this message, I beg you, save my homeland, our world is now invaded by some high-tech aliens, they are slaughtering us, slaughtering our babies, and there is not a single living human left in the territory they occupy."

A deep man's voice with heavy grief and indignation sounded in the empty bridge hall, and after listening to it, the angry Gavin directly ordered the navigator to adjust the new course and go to the sky over this Lille world, and then secretly dropped a company of scouts through the Thunderhawk gunboat to conduct war reconnaissance.

(One of my mistakes, it was wrong to say that Heimerdinger gave Galen's shoulder armor, the shoulder armor of the power armor cannot be replaced, a Space Marine's life only has one pair of shoulder armor, similar to a dog tag, the shoulder armor is your battle group, company, squad, and class, basically your number information is all on the shoulder armor, unless the shoulder armor is scrapped, and you are not dead, otherwise a Star Marine will never change his shoulder armor in his life.) So I modified it to a cuirass, and interested book friends can go back and take a look. ）