The light wings vibrated and Russell dodged the dense covering fire, sparing a large bend to the group of warships flying into low-earth orbit.

As he flew into the atmosphere, Russell propped up an energy barrier to isolate external pressure and entered the deep space universe unscathed.

Angelic power is a panacea that can be used to kill enemies and heal self-rescue, and carries divine attributes that double the output of dark creatures. The most critical point is that in the world of Western background, borrowing the identity of a birdman to pretend to be forced is almost invincible, and everyone has to give him a little thin face.

Because it was too eye-catching, Russell was quickly scanned and located by the battleship's radar, and the pitch-black muzzles of one door were turned around, and the fire overturned.

The plan to quietly enter the village failed, so he could only force his way through, and with his strong mobility ability, he let the opponent's artillery attack like a mosquito return in vain.

Russell's target was a battleship on the outermost left side of the battleship group, and it was difficult to hijack a battleship several kilometers long, and he couldn't drive it alone. Coupled with the Federation's iron-blooded style, it is not realistic for the captain to be captured voluntarily, so he aims for a smaller rescue transport aircraft.

Its speed, self-defense firepower, and the ability to drive it alone for interstellar travel were the main reasons why Russell was interested in it.

When the Federation evacuated the hard-boiled troops, Russell had seen this model, boxy like a coffin, which did not match his perception of spaceships, and had a subtle sense of disintegrating in the atmosphere.

There is no need to care about the details, the landing capsule of the Federation's million-strong army is also in this style, and no one should die.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Boom ————

Beams of lasers swept under his feet, the flank firepower of the battleship group was insufficient, and Russell was far behind him in terms of flexibility, so the pale covering blow looked extremely blind under his movement evasion, like a random fight.

It didn't take long for Russell to get close to the target, condense the Holy Light Sword, and manually open a door on the battleship's hull.

In humanitarianism, he welded his original position with a holy flame after entering the door, and the scar was not beautiful at all, but it was stronger than the large hole that leaked air.

He didn't have to do this at all, the starship was a mobile fortress in the sky, designed and built with defensive measures against the damage of the hull, and the pressure gate that isolated the vacuum could effectively block secondary damage, and there would be no ridiculous incident of a missile killing a battleship.

Russell had landed on the battleship before, and he knew its layout well, and walked quickly towards the internal helipad, noticing the surveillance overhead.

Without him, floated!

When Russell opened the hole, the battleship triggered the alarm, and the captain issued a martial law order to kill the illegal armed personnel who entered the battleship on the spot.

Russell wielded the Holy Light Sword, violently sliced through the gates, and entered the tarmac within two minutes, where he was greeted by fifty motorized infantry with loaded guns.

The pitch-black muzzles were set up in four rows, and the corporal commanding the battle saw Russell appear, swallowed fiercely, and said sharply: "Intruder, put down the weapons in your hands, and the Federation will give preferential treatment to prisoners." ”

Russell glanced at the Holy Light Sword in his hand, released his five fingers and let it be inserted upside down on the metal ground, the light wings behind him opened, and he looked like an angel descending, and said with a smile: "In 1780, the gates of hell were opened, and the king of hell, Asmontis, led the army of hell to invade the world, and I fought side by side with the archangel Gabriel to destroy the invading army of hell and drive Asmontis back to hell. ”

Goo! xN

After a series of saliva-swallowing sounds, the soldiers of the mobile unit were a little weak-hearted, and the corporal stammered: "You...... What do you want to say? ”

Russell said seriously: "How can I say that I am also a religious believe, without me, there would be no human beings now, is it really good to point a gun at me?" ”

After a dead silence, the soldiers of the mobile unit hesitated, but the soldiers did not put down their guns in their hands, and one by one they turned their eyes to the highest-ranking person present, that is, the corporal.

The corporal is under a lot of pressure, he is a squad leader, and getting off the battleship is about equal to high-level cannon fodder, let him make decisions, and he doesn't have this qualification!

At this time, the monitoring equipment on the wall projected a 3D stereoscopic projection, and the captain in the control room appeared in the distance, a male soldier about fifty years old, half of his face was scarred and hideous, and he was not the type to talk at first glance.

"Put away your deceitful lies, you and I both know that religion is just faith, myths are just myths, and there is no heaven and no hell in this world." As soon as the captain opened his mouth, he directly denied Russell's identity.

Russell shrugged his shoulders and threatened: "Mr. Captain, there is a price to be paid for talking nonsense, can you take responsibility for the lives of the soldiers on the whole ship?" ”

"I'm only responsible to the Federation!"

Russell raised his hand and held the hilt of the Holy Light Long Sword: "Very good, I appreciate a tough guy like you, I hope you can be tough to the end......"

"Fire!"

At the captain's command, fifty motorized infantry pulled the trigger, and a rain of metal bullets capsized, sweeping thousands of rounds in the blink of an eye.

Buzz!!

An invisible curtain of light opened in front of Russell, and thousands of stirrup-yellow warheads stood still in mid-air, turning into wisps of white smoke under the white flames.

The soldiers were a little dumbfounded, and the captain in the projection also jumped his eyelids, and at this moment, the alarm of the battleship suddenly exploded, and the holy light sword held by Russell extended infinitely, penetrating layers of steel, and poked a hole under the battleship.

He smiled slightly at the captain in the projection, and slowly raised his hand to slash the Holy Light Sword to the right, and the hard steel was like cream, which was effortlessly cut by the Holy Light Sword.

It is conceivable that Russell's right hand would go around in a circle, and the battleship would be cut in half.

"Wait!"

The captain finally couldn't help but speak: "I will be responsible for the lives of the soldiers, what do you want?" ”

Russell stopped with a smile and pointed to the transport plane next to him, but the captain did not object, because the objection was invalid. He ordered the corporal to leave the tarmac with the soldiers of the Mobile Unit and personally unlocked a transport plane, handing it over to Russell.

The negotiation was successful, Russell waved his hand to Captain Maka, and drove away in the transport plane.

He didn't plan to kill them all, after all, there was a debtor and a master, and the captain and soldiers just did their job, and it should be the high-ranking members of the Federation who should be killed.

But what did the federal top brass do wrong?

The ass decides the head, and in the interests of all mankind, there is nothing wrong with what they do.

Therefore, there are only successful people in the world, there are no successful good people, everyone has different interests, and no one can blame who is not a person!

Of course, if you want to succeed and want to be a good person, it is not impossible, and the ability is big enough to make everyone happy.

Russell, for example, has always wanted to be a capable person, and he has been fighting hard for it. But he is not capable enough to make everyone happy, so he is generally not responsible.

Russell nodded: "It's so sad, it's not that I don't want to, but my ability doesn't allow it!" ”