Just as Morgan was feeling nostalgia for the past, the screen suddenly went dark, and the power that came with the surveillance camera had run out. General Morgan was tempted to play it back, hesitated, then withdrew his hand and slapped a button on the side of the table instead.

The isolation screen of the command platform slowly lowered, and the staff officers in the hall who were waiting with bated breath looked up. When they saw General Morgan in old-fashioned combat armor, they were all speechless with astonishment. At the same moment, the images in the command hall had been transmitted to every corner of the Bloody Council with the highest level of clearance, and all those who could afford it, including the heads of the various families and the commanders of important military strongholds, looked at Josh in uniform with bated breath. Morgan. Some of the older people were solemn, and some of them had a dazzling sparkle in their eyes. These people still remember when Josh. What kind of wind Lng will Morgan mean when he wears this armor. Perhaps most people don't remember the origin of the Dark Dragoon now, but they do know Josh. Morgan laying the foundation for the creation of the Dark Dragoon. The dark dragoon's totem-like emblem color, not because of anything else, but simply for Josh. Morgan salutes.

In front of the screen, General Morgan paused for a full few seconds, and after the entire Bloody Council held their breath, he said in a low, murderous voice, "Brothers! We are human beings, and now, whether our status is noble or not, there is only one thing! That's to fuck those alien crumbs! ”

The general's pre-battle mobilization was simple and rude, and a moment later almost every position, every stronghold, erupted with angry roars! The crisis came so quickly and so suddenly, leaving little time to react, that the vast majority of people fell into complete panic and despair. And now, a foul word from the general has turned the fear in the depths of the heart into anger.

It's getting darker.

Looking out from the outermost observation post of the Bloody Council, a dark cloud was rolling in the distance. Below them was night-like darkness, but there was still light on this side of the position. With the Black Cloud Striker as the line, one side is the sun, and the other is the eternal night. In the sentry's pupils, at the bottom of the black, a blinding white light suddenly lit up! The light was so bright, and so contrasting, that it stinged his eyes, as if they had been pricked by a needle. He involuntarily closed his eyes, then immediately opened them again, and desperately opened them despite the intense pain. Fear had completely taken over his body, and in his field of vision, all he could see was a blazing light!

"I'm ***!" The sentry erupted suddenly, roaring with all his strength, and for a moment the sound even overwhelmed the shrill whistling sound of thousands of miniature missiles in the air. He miraculously moved his body two meters before being pierced and dissolved by the high-energy beam, then pressed the siren with one hand and pulled the trigger with the other, firing several missiles from the side of the post.

Hundreds of high-energy beams converged into a massive stream of light, almost erasing the Sentinel from the world. The little wreckage that fell was a hand that clung to the missile launcher, and its thumb pressed the button as if it were cast on it.

This is a small permanent security point, and only ten soldiers are stationed here, responsible for patrolling and guarding within a radius of more than ten kilometers. Under the first wave of strikes, the warning point was completely destroyed by the repeated bombardment of tens of thousands of high-energy beams and thousands of miniature missiles, leaving a huge crater nearly several meters deep on the ground that would make anyone abandon the idea of looking for traces of its former zài. However, several missiles zigzagged into the sky, exploding the moment they touched the high-energy beam, and the strong electromagnetic impact caused nearly 100 basic mechanical combat units to emit electric sparks and sway and fall to the ground. Compared to the scale of the entire insect tide, this mechanical insect is not even a splash, but their remains are the last traces left by this warning point in the world. The mechanical unit, which was still shaking after landing, faintly witnessed the determination of human beings to fight back to the death from the other side.

Insect tides rolled by, casting the night onto the earth. Within the darkness there was darkness, and a shadow of great greatness swept over the earth. It was a huge ship nearly 10,000 meters long, and when it flew by from a low altitude of several hundred meters, the gloomy shadow was so oppressive that it was suffocating.

The earth is like a dark-toned painting, with sparks of all sizes blooming on it, and the insect tide is like flowing ink, quickly soaking the whole picture. The sparks were large and small, many of which were quickly extinguished in the flow of ink, while others burned reluctantly, and although they were fluttering, they were never extinguished. Even in the deepest darkness, sparks can radiate light, and where they are, the ink will appear large and small. The surrounding ink fills the void and dissolves it with sparks.

From the grand view of the planet, war is like two intertwined colors competing with each other, and in the end all that is left at the forefront of the battle is a mixed variegated color. On the other hand, war is like a huge grinding plate, leaving behind shattered steel parts on one side and flesh and life on the other.

No one knows how many lives were lost in the first ten minutes of the war, and it can only be seen from the tactical screen that a quarter of the territory of the Bloody Council has been lost in this short period of time, and the insect tide is still advancing at a speed of one hundred and fifty kilometers per hour towards the core area of the Bloody Council. In another ten minutes, the Worm Tide's Frontguard will arrive in Dragon City, and in about fifty minutes, the Worm Blade will appear above the Crimson Castle, the deepest hinterland of the Bloody Council.

This is an unequal war, and not only does the mechanical bug tide have absolute superiority in numbers, but they also far outperform their opponents in mobility and firepower. Wherever the insect tide passed, the high-energy beams and miniature missiles almost returned the entire land, and the terrain and landforms were changed everywhere they passed, leaving only scorched earth. The sum of the energy they release is equivalent to dropping a nuclear bomb every few minutes.

By this time, the war was no longer the front and rear, there were battlefields everywhere, and each stronghold had to meet thousands of enemy sieges, attacking from all sides. On the battlefield, a small stronghold held out unusually long, and its companions around it had been completely destroyed by the insect tide, but it stubbornly survived the never-ending onslaught. In a sea of black, this isolated island stands out.

The base was built in an abandoned town and renovated according to the original terrain. After several waves of firepower, the buildings on the ground are full of holes, but there are still people in the ruins. The fire of resistance has never stopped.

In a hut with the roof removed, a lean male ** voice shouted: "David, go down and get some reflective steel plates, damn it, this thing is being used too fast." Tell me to prepare for missile launch and wait for my orders...... No! The whole hides underground and is a missile! Hell, there are more of them! ”

His roar has a unique penetrating power, and can be transmitted far away in the sound of explosions. Several agile figures flickered between the buildings, apparently elite warriors.

This stronghold belongs to the Fabregas family, and the location is not good. The Fabregas family had been firmly on the Speaker's side during the Civil War and did not have a good relationship with General Morgan. Therefore, after the end of the war, the family's power was greatly weakened, and it was also put on a lot of drudgery, for example, the military stronghold where it was garrisoned, which was built in a hurry to resist the possible insect tide, and it was Ricardo who was in charge of commanding it. He almost completely disappeared during the Civil War, and did not play much of a role, but when the Civil War ended and the threat of mechanical bugs began to appear, he emerged from an unknown corner and willingly served as the commander of the stronghold. The people who can be sent to this stronghold are all criminals in the family or people who are not favored, such as Ricardo, who is very likely to inherit the family, also wants to come here, and almost everyone who knows him thinks he is crazy.

It is true that Ricardo did not contribute to the Fabregas family, but this does not prevent him from qualifying to be the head of the family. Like many capable individuals, Ricardo was greatly strengthened during the civil war, and immediately reappeared in the first position of the family's power. So if he wants to be the head of the house, he can take the throne at any time, as long as he kills all the opponents.

This is not without precedent.

At this moment, there was a sharp whistling sound in the sky, and a miniature missile swooped down like a locust, and its tail would continue to vibrate slightly as it flew rapidly, emitting a breathtaking shriek. There were nearly 100 of these missiles, and they drew a strange trajectory in the air and shot at the stronghold.

"So much!" Ricardo cursed, and instead of hiding underground like the rest of his comrades, he grabbed a strangely shaped energy gun and jumped out of cover. The moment he jumped out, his eyes were filled with blood, and the invisible concussive force field centered on him and spread out in all directions. has been shrouded in a range of tens of meters. Once the micro-shaped missile enters the force field, it immediately loses its target and flies around, and sparks continue to emerge from the body of the missile, and it does not take long to start exploding, first one, then three or five, and then, the shock wave of the explosion of the first few missiles will detonate all the remaining missiles! The volley explosion of hundreds of miniature missiles is completely comparable to the medium-range ground-to-ground missiles of the old era, and even surpasses it. The blast wave of the explosion spread in all directions under the traction of the force field, barely keeping a small part of the town's above-ground buildings.

At the time of the explosion, Ricardo had already flashed into the underground fortifications. The bunker is located ten meters deep underground, which allows for full protection. Within an hour of the start of the battle, almost all of the fortifications built on the surface of the stronghold had been destroyed, and all the underground bunkers were used for security. But is a ten-meter-deep bunker safe enough? Even the old-time burrowing bombs were easy to deal with such bunkers. The only thing that can make people pray is that the mechanical bug tide is the same as before, with only two types of attack methods: high-energy beams and missiles. However, this is also mostly an extravagant hope.

Even if you stay in the underground bunker, you can feel the violent vibration, and you can imagine how violent the explosion on the ground is. Ricardo looked up, and in the dim light, several of the warriors were pale, unable to control the fear in their hearts. This is already the fourth round of missile attacks. The intelligence of the mechanical bug tide has its own logic and intelligence, and against the more than twenty people in this stronghold, it initially fired less than ten miniature missiles, and from their angles, these missiles are 120% sure of killing all the people in the stronghold. However, all the missiles were detonated or exploded in the air, so there were more than 20 missiles in the second round, more than 50 in the third round, and more than 100 missiles in the third round. And what about next time, and next time? If thousands of miniature missiles were to strike at the same time, Ricardo's concussive field might be able to detonate them, but he would certainly not be able to escape the impact of the explosion.

Ricardo gasped violently, his body feeling empty. The regional control ability of the psionic domain is very useful on the battlefield, but the disadvantage is that it consumes too much body and energy. However, now was not the time to complain and rest, and when the tremors had subsided a little, Ricardo rushed into the passage to the ground, grabbing a thin roll of steel with him. As if waking up from a nightmare, the fighters in the bunker quickly got up, grabbed a roll of thin steel plates, and followed Ricardo into the tunnel.

In a completely collapsed hut, the masonry piled on the ground suddenly exploded, and Ricardo leapt out of the rubble. As soon as he jumped out, a few spots of light lit up in the sky. In the midst of the utter chaos, these lights were too faint to be noticed, but they were captured by Ricardo's terrifying battle instincts. Without thinking, he immediately flashed under a broken wall, and unfolded the steel plate in his hand in an arc to protect his body. More than a dozen rays of light instantly stretched from the sky to the ground, shining on the thin steel plates, and then most of the energy was reflected by a special coating that was as bright as a mirror. However, there are too many high-energy beams, and the continuous irradiation quickly increases the temperature of the irradiation spot and blackens the reflective coating. If it is irradiated again, the steel plate will be dissolved. However, Ricardo kept moving the steel plates so that one place did not heat too much, so it was not easy to melt through this thin layer of steel plates. After a slight resistance, Ricardo took the opportunity to look into the sky and saw thousands of mechanical combat units circling and flying around the stronghold, constantly attacking the stronghold. Above them, however, was a tide of black, oppressive mechanical insects, which spread endlessly, obscuring the entire sky, rolling away into the distance!

Ricardo suddenly jumped out, his speed instantly increased by several times, and the mechanical units in the sky all misjudged, and high-energy beams shot into the ground. Ricardo rushed to a specific location, pulled open the cast-steel defensive manhole cover, and then pressed the backup switch in the shaft wall, and immediately rolled and climbed, dodging attacks in the sky and fleeing to cover.

A stream of heat suddenly erupted from the steel shaft, and a bright silver missile slowly rose and accelerated rapidly, like a silver arrow shooting into the sky! Then, it silently exploded into a silver spark in the air, and the blazing light illuminated the range of 100 meters for a while.

All the mechanical insects that were irradiated by the light spewed electric sparks from the inside, and then one by one they fell to the ground with billowing black smoke. The remains of the mechanical insects rained down, and tens of thousands of mechanical insects were destroyed in this explosion. A hole suddenly appeared in the insect tide above the stronghold.

"***!" Ricardo was so excited that he shook his fist hard!

This is followed by a new cycle, defending against high-energy beams, occasional counterattacks, focusing on monitoring micromissiles, then waiting for the insect tide above to re-intensify, firing another magnetic field concussion bomb, and so on. So far, Ricardo has successfully launched three concussion missiles, and the number of mechanical wreckage around the stronghold has exceeded 100,000. But the problem is that there is only one concussion bomb left. What should I do after the fight? Hide or run? The sky has been completely occupied by the tide of mechanical insects, where can you escape?

Ricardo didn't have any flaws to think about it so much, his once nimble body was now sinking like lead, and attacks that he could easily dodge now required all his strength. The attacks were never-ending, leaving him with no rest at all, and he could not be seriously injured. Any injury that is so severe that it affects mobility, the result is death. Sooner or later, the stronghold will be lost, and the insect tide is already outnumbered beyond the imagination of the craziest people, and it only takes a small part of them to crush the dozen or so warriors who are still alive in the stronghold. Originally, the hope was reinforcements, but after seeing the number of insect tides and the speed of their attacks, Ricardo knew that there would be no reinforcements. Unless......

Unless it's the Spider Queen, or Josh Morgan, it's possible to clear a passage through the sea of insects. Or, can Sue too?

Ricardo didn't know why he thought this way. Although Sue is very powerful, the impression left on Ricardo is more of a face that is so delicate that a woman can be jealous to death. And his body, so perfect that even Ricardo didn't have the strength to be jealous. If Ricardo likes men, Sue is a great object. However, although Ricardo likes women, he has a very unique taste, whether it is the sword-wielding Medirri or the cold Helen, they are not the objects that can make ordinary men emotional.

"So, I'm not an ordinary man!" Ricardo always consoled himself in this way, and still do. He didn't know how long he could last, only that it was measured in minutes, if he was lucky. For the insect tide like a sea, this stronghold is as small as N