The smoke and dust were all gone, a drop of dark red blood on one hand, and a soft light on the other. Connor's mental power moved slightly, and a wave of energy enveloped the two things. These two things are the demon blood and the spiritual milk, and Connor slowly refines and absorbs these two things.

At this time, it is unwise to rely on the practice of the Origin Teachings to restore the energy in the body, and God knows what will happen next. Now only this kind of thing can restore his power in a short time. He knew better than anyone else that there was no place for a lonely person like him in Shipai, and his colleagues didn't mind taking care of him by the way after solving the closure of the moon.

Connor didn't have much to think about, and that's exactly what happened, and so it is in the world, the weak will eventually end up in the belly of others. If you don't want to die, you can only strengthen yourself and eat the weak.

Three hours was fleeting......

Although time passed, the artillery fire on the sky ships outside did not stop. On the contrary, it is becoming more and more ferocious.

Nearly 100 small and medium-sized aerospace ships broke out with a rumbling sound, broke away from the fleet, flew out of their sentinels surrounded by hundreds of fighters, and galloped in the direction of Wulong Ridge.

At the same time, outside the dry sand. Countless heavily armored infantry, countless heavy chariots lined up neatly, ready for battle, and the black pressed one. This is a highly mechanized army unit, and although they are waiting, the slightest movement of some infantry speaks of their uneasiness.

It's not so much that they're eagerly anticipating.

After about 20 minutes, the sky was already white. In the distant sky, a faint rumbling sound could be heard, and an air force was galloping towards the dry sand.

In a short time, this air fleet has appeared above the head of the Mechanized Army. Seeing the arrival of the Air Force, ground ground army units began to move forward.

The Air Force did not make any stops, not even a drop in speed. Continuing to march into the sand, the destination of this air force is Wulongling.

The army units followed the air force for a short time. The air forces disappeared without a trace, and it is no wonder how the ground forces, no matter how fast they marched, could compare with the air forces.

Oolong Ridge, the artillery fire in the sky gradually subsided, and the entire Oolong Ridge was full of devastation, wolf smoke was billowing out, but it was surprisingly quiet. From time to time, groups of silkworm soldiers can be seen lying horizontally and vertically between the mountains, their flesh and blood blurred, where is there still a look.

On the edge of a bombed, gravel-strewn pit, corpses and scraps of flesh were scattered and the smell of meat wafted through the air. A gray-haired, bloodied miner crawled out of a pile of minced flesh and pulled it with the only remaining bloody hand, holding on to the upper half of his body that was still intact, looking for something.

The lower half of his body didn't know where it was, and the intestines fell out of the abdominal cavity, dragging in the black mud, and the intestines could no longer be seen, more like black ropes burrowing into the stomach.

He was so tired that he crawled for a while and rested for a while. His vitality seemed to be tenacious, and there was no sign of death at all. Finally, he crawled out of the pile of minced flesh, blinking his blood-stained eyes, and not far away a similarly bloodstained head faced him, half of his spine connected to the severed neck, which was terrifying. The skull, still vaguely recognizable, resembles a gray-haired miner.

As soon as the miners saw the head, they immediately crawled towards the head like crazy. After a few breaths, he crawled to his head, his black hands trembling and caressing his face, and two lines of painful and muddy tears flowed from his wrinkled face.

This is his son, also the son of a miner......

"Ah......h He shouted heartbreakingly, adding a poignant feeling to the originally silent Oolong Ridge.

He held his head, weeping, whimpering, his vitality was so tenacious that he showed no sign of death......

With a "rumbling" sound in the sky, an air fleet galloped into the distant sky. Tens of thousands of bombers and fighters flew out of the huge sky ships, like a dark cloud covering the top pressed towards Wulong Ridge, during which they continued to drop high-power bombs.

The whole space was filled with the smell of ruin, and the miner, like crazy, immediately bit the half of the spine of his skull with his mouth, and staggered back to the pit with his only arm, trying to find cover.

Before he could climb into the pit, the plane was already on top of him. Bombs poured down like a shower, and countless explosions "boom, boom...", completely drowned him in the sea of bombs.

After the warplane, where can I still see his shadow, I can't see anything in the same place, even the stumps of the corpse are no longer there, maybe they are covered by the dust raised by the bombs.

In this way, it is better not to be left with the remnants of the wilderness of violent corpses, let alone to be devoured by birds and beasts. This should be thanks to the bombs dropped by those fighters, they are too "merciful". While destroying miè, don't forget to bury the deceased, it's really commendable!

The fighter flew all the way, and from time to time it used explosive weapons to spray hot beams, making the already recognizable Oolong Collar even more scarred.

When the fighter plane marched into the hinterland of Wulong Ridge, many mountains exploded for no reason, and a thick beam of light shot out from it, which hit the fighter in the air in a flash. "Boom..."The sound of the explosion was heard, and in just a few breaths, the fighter plane had been destroyed more than 100 times......

After such a long period of struggle, the Oolong Silkworm Clan finally began to fight back. All of a sudden, the entire Wulong Ridge, whether it was between the sky or the mountains, was full of flames, and every moment and every second there were fighters destroyed and the mountains were blown up.

A war of this magnitude, but not a drop of blood, not a single corpse in sight. This is the war of advanced civilizations, no matter how brutal the war, the corpses have been reduced to ashes along with the destruction of the warplanes and mountains......

By the time the fighter planes' carpet bombing of Oolong Ridge was over, there was not much left. The remaining fighters also rapidly climbed higher altitudes after exhausting their weapons. Enter the clouds in the sky and fly in the direction you came.

Before the silkworm tribe under the ground could recover their strength, the mechanized ground troops had also entered the Oolong Ridge and opened the way with huge and sturdy chariots. Countless infantry rushed into the Oolong Ridge like ants, and it was naturally impossible for the silkworm clan to shrink into the ground. If this is the case, when the Oolong Ridge is occupied, it will also be their end.

All of a sudden, the coalition troops and the silkworm guards were in short contact, and the whole Wulong Ridge shouted and killed, and the mountains and fields were full of the battlefield between the silkworm and the coalition troops.

"Boom, boom..."There was a loud noise on the ground, and nearly a thousand giant battle mechs like small mountains rushed out from between the mountains. From the logo on the mecha, it is not difficult to see that the mecha belongs to the coalition forces. The mecha wielded a blade tens of meters in length to sweep away the silkworm clan between the mountains.

Blood trickled down the corpse-strewn mountains, converging rivers of blood in the ravines. There was a sickening smell in the air. The brutality of the war can no longer be described in any language or writing, because no language or writing can clearly explain how cruel the war really is.

In this way, the war lasted for half a day, and it entered a white heat... The shouting and killing on the Oolong Ridge is quiet, because the people have almost been killed, whether it is the silkworm clan or the coalition army, they are all the losers of this war!

A huge mountain ridge cracked in the middle in the earth-shattering "boom", and a battleship flew out, and on the battleship was written a huge three-character ancient text "Fengyue Number"!

The battleship did not dare to stop for a moment, and when it came out of the mountain, it immediately flew in the direction of Canossa at a very fast speed. Countless chariots on the Oolong Ridge launched an attack on the Fengyue. It's a pity that it's too far away, and a qiē attack is useless.

Seeing Feng Yue escape, the coalition forces were very angry, and they were even more ruthless against the people of the silkworm tribe. Whether it is women or children, all silkworms will be killed. If Feng Yue does not die, he may also be the last silkworm clan.

It didn't take long for the coalition forces to wipe out all the silkworms. Beginning to collect the spoils of war, they went deep into the caves in search of the wealth accumulated by the silkworms.

In the Fengyue number, the command warehouse..., Fengyue sat on a throne. Around his body, dozens of aliens stood in their hands, protecting him. The aliens had dull faces, blank eyes, and looked lifeless.

Looking at the control platform again, there are more than a dozen people of various tribes sitting, but there is not a silkworm tribe. I don't know what Feng Yue thinks, and he doesn't even leave some blood for the silkworm clan...

Feng Yue narrowed a pair of small eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she seemed to be very disdainful of the previous battle.