Apocalypse looked at the cornered Whitehall with an indifferent face, and then spoke: "Mortal, put away your childish weapon, you have no idea who you are talking to. ”

"Can you understand me?" Whitehall said in surprise.

"Your language is not difficult to learn." Apocalypse said disdainfully.

Although this circle severely inhibited his power, it was not completely blocked, so he could still use his telepathic abilities to quickly learn what he needed. Apocalypse can not only dig up knowledge from other people's heads, but can even directly obtain information through electromagnetic waves.

In the X-Men Apocalypse, he learns English with just a touch of his hand and the TV, and at the same time grasps the history of mankind after he has been sleeping for thousands of years.

Such a quick learning ability is also one of Apocalypse's talents.

Whitehall knew very well that the apocalypse was his last hope, so he had to grasp the last straw, even if it was the most childish coercion to control the other party.

Just as he was chatting with the apocalypse, all the fighter groups that had been scattered just now returned, slowing down and hovering over the ruins.

The fact that these strangely shaped fighters can still cruise at such a low speed is really beyond the expectations of the Hydra people. Generally speaking, today's supersonic fighters rely on extreme speed, sweeping over the target, like a bayonet to deliver precision strikes.

I haven't heard of it hovering in the sky like the propeller planes of World War II, and even fighter dogfights have been slowly eliminated in recent years, and they are all pursuing to destroy the enemy out of sight. There are even fighters that save bullets and cannons, and only use missiles as weapons.

Therefore, this fighter, which is capable of flying at supersonic speeds and at the same time has the ability to cruise at low speeds, is definitely an outlier among the heterogeneous, and has not even heard of it. But it can also be seen that the forces that make this fighter have extraordinary technology to create this supersonic fighter that can be used as a helicopter.

What makes these Hydra people even more desperate is that these fighters are flying in bad weather with never-ending thunderstorms in the sky, but they are not affected in the slightest. This is definitely black technology, a black technology that even S.H.I.E.L.D. has not mastered.

The inhabitants of this ruin have long been expelled by the Hydra people, and now there are only 3,000 Hydra troops left, waiting for the fighter group in the sky.

But in fact, every Hydra soldier has no bottom in their hearts, because they know very well that they do not have fighter jets and do not have any anti-air capabilities. In the face of an air strike, it can only become a target, and it can't even run.

The only thing that can be hoped for is that the attacks of these fighters are not too dense, and there is a chance that they will survive.

Rorschach's gaze was able to cut through the storm, and through the perspective and magnification of the tactical eyepiece, it was clear that Whitehall and Apocalypse were arguing fiercely.

It seems inappropriate to describe it like this, this is not a quarrel, but Whitehall is giving Apocalypse Xiaozhi emotion and reason, and Apocalypse has the posture that I am a big guy and does not intend to cooperate at all.

Whitehall couldn't make up his mind to shoot Apocalypse to death, and Apocalypse was a little impatient with the mortal in front of him.

"What is this? Should I give them two more days to discuss? Rorschach said disdainfully.

"Master, do you want to kill them directly?" Sarah asked.

"Forget it, let's let the ground forces show their faces. Sarah, put five hundred troops into the field, and kill those three thousand for me. Rorschach commanded.

"Understood, my master." Sarah respectfully took the order.

In the midst of the storm, space doors appeared, and then metal pods that were as huge as water towers emerged from them. These metal cabins are in the shape of an awl, with a maximum diameter of nearly ten meters and a length of twenty meters.

A hundred huge metal pods were thrown from the sky to the ground.

Without any cushioning, these metal pods are inserted into the soft soil in diameter by gravity.

As soon as they landed, the metal pods unfurled like flowers.

Out of each metal pod came five small robots that were only half a human tall and traveled in double chains. The robot looks a bit clumsy, similar to those used to defuse bombs.

The chain was carried on the uneven road, and many fell directly to the ground.

This kind of scene made Rorschach frown.

"Sarah, is this okay?" Rorschach asked.

Although I know that it is inferior to the technology of spider robots and lizard robots, why does it look so frustrated? Can't even adapt to uneven ground?

"Don't worry, master, it's barely enough." Sarah responded.

I saw that the upper body of the fallen robot stretched out many metal poles, and as soon as they supported their bodies, they stood up again from the ground.

Although this process seems to be clumsy, it is good that there will be no direct attrition.

The robots began to converge and rushed towards the Hydra force of three thousand in a mere five hundred. These small chain-band robots have cannons mounted on their upper bodies, and they shoot at the Hydra as soon as they are in range.

On this almost completely flat terrain, the power of the bullets was maximized, and even the most ordinary metal bullets were enough to inflict heavy damage on these Hydra men.

Although there are only five hundred robots, they are completely crushed in firepower.

Although the people of Hydra have undergone rigorous training, not everyone is like Rambo, and not everyone is capable of picking up a Gatling cannon and strafing it.

Most of them have automatic rifles in their hands, which is a joke compared to the rate of fire of an automatic cannon with hundreds of rounds per second.

Although the commander on the Hydra side immediately ordered to disperse the formation and find cover, it only took a few seconds for the battle to be engaged, and the three thousand people fell by one-tenth.

On the robot side, except for a few unlucky ones that were blown up by bazookas, the return fire of other weapons only added a few more craters to the shells of these robots, and could not cause any effective damage.

Metal is still much stronger than flesh and blood.

Whitehall glanced at the battlefield, although it was still a long way from where he was, but the one-sided battle just now made him understand that he was really at a point of life and death.

And just when Whitehall was about to drag Apocalypse, a mutant who didn't make oil and salt, to die together, he heard Apocalypse say: "Mortal, you probably don't know that time is on the side of the gods. ”

After saying this, there was an extra layer of yellow sand on Apocalypse's neck, which completely isolated the collar from the skin.

With a click, the yellow sand turned into a knife, cutting the circle into several pieces.

Whitehall fired without hesitation, sending a ball of blood to the center of Apocalypse's eyebrows, but the wound healed instantly, and the bullet was squeezed out.

"Mortal, now is the time for you to repent." Apocalypse said to Whitehall.