"Sister Wu, you still have to lend me your Holy Flame Order."

Randy finished the call, his face was weird, he packed his bags, straightened his cloak, and was about to go.

Without hesitation, Misty Veil took out the Holy Flame Order and handed it over, and Randy had already taken out the advanced directional teleportation charm.

Yoko looked up at Randy, "Can we go with you?"

"This—the man to be saved is in New Francia, and on the battlefield in the wilderness, far from any teleportation array."

"Then after you go over, you will locate the return to the city, at least pull me over, Jia seniors have more than one doppelganger."

The girl is outgoing, and Yoko sold Lao Jia Tou without hesitation.

"I'll be sure to ask for help when I need it."

Randy's figure faded around the dining table, and the last thing he heard was Gege's voice, "You're my appendage, I won't allow you to get hurt again."

The phone provided an approximate latitude and longitude, but Randy didn't set the target in the right place.

There was a fierce battlefield over there, and there was a process of directional teleportation, and there was a dozen seconds to be frozen.

At this time, it became the target of the bullet, and it was possible that Randy had been beaten into a sieve after teleporting.

Randy deflected west, heading directly into the Atlantic Ocean.

Randy is now more experienced in directional teleportation, and when the white light in front of him fades, he doesn't wait to see things clearly, and with the Holy Fire Order in his hand, he first summons the Heavenly Sword.

When Randy stepped on the figure of the Heavenly Sword and sank down, and was about to fall into the Atlantic Ocean, the flying sword function of the Heavenly Sword had already been activated, and it suddenly floated back into the air.

The experiment was successful, and Randy snapped his fingers.

With the Holy Flame Order and the Heavenly Sword, if you teleport in the future, when you save the passengers of the Titanic and go to Jiangxia to save two catties, the embarrassing situation of falling into the water will no longer appear.

As for the Holy Fire Order, it is not my own, this, I borrowed it with my ability, I can borrow it all the time, this is the words that Randy learned from the predecessors of the Wine Sword Fairy.

Randy stood on the flying sword, looking around, he was in a bay, the vast Atlantic Ocean to the west, and the fierce wind was blowing from the ocean, and Randy didn't feel it at all.

He was wrapped in the mini-dimensional space of the artifact Heavenly Sword, and he was half separated from the outside world.

To the east is the mouth of the Somme River, where gunfire is dense and cannonballs are heard from time to time, which is where Randy is going.

Undeterred, Randy harnesses his flying sword and flies into the bullet-ridden battlefield.

It's not that Randy is stupid or desperate to save someone's life.

Randy didn't dare to teleport into the battlefield, but once he stepped on the flying sword and entered the artifact's attached dimensional space, it would be fine.

Unless there is a demigod like the Wine Sword Immortal who can snatch the Heavenly Sword in a violent way, it is absolutely safe to hide in the dimensional space.

There are only three demigods that Randy knows, two in the east and one in the universe walking in the starry sky, and they will not appear on this western battlefield at all.

Of course, the pseudo-sword immortal in this turtle shell flying sword can only be detected, and cannot hit others, so the real sword immortal can't look down on the "broken sword" of the Heavenly Sword.

The broken sword in the eyes of the wine sword fairy is an absolute treasure to Randy.

Pseudo-Sword Immortal Randy stepped on the flying sword and flew above the battlefield, with more than one hundred and fifty divisions of troops below, fighting in a desperate battle.

Randy first flew east along the Somme, and found that below was the beachhead of the demon army, and the fierce battlefield was to the south.

As a warrior with a rare close-up look at modern warfare on such a large scale, Randy turned his flying sword and ran over the line of fire where the battle between the two sides was fiercest to the south.

Anyway, the person who asked for help was also in the middle of the battlefield in the south, just on the way.

Randy passed through the demon clan's position and felt the strongest spiritual power fluctuations below, but it was only a master.

Above the line of fire, there was a faint pressure from the south of the saint-level, and the strength of the southern elves seemed to be much larger.

As a general rule, the elves should have a big advantage.

What Randy saw, however, was the elves charging in a dense formation with Lee Enfield rifles.

The demon army in the north lay in the trenches, Makqin spat tongues of fire, and the elven soldiers were harvested by machine guns in rows, and those behind rushed forward one after another.

With this kind of slaughter of firepower, shouldn't tens of thousands of people die in an offensive? Randy shook his head and sighed, the saint-level commander of the elven soldiers was simply a butcher.

Although Randy doesn't understand the formation, he also knows that when his younger brother Lan Zuo was promoted to an intermediate formation mage, the three-three system skirmisher tactic invented was a clever way to deal with machine guns, and obviously these elves didn't know this trick yet.

It seems that the larger the scale of the war, the smaller the role that individual abilities can play.

This kind of battlefield where tens of thousands of people are sacrificed at any time, and the role of the saint-level who is capable of fighting thousands of people has been basically ignored.

Someone flew in the sky, and the commanders of both sides below knew that it was not their own people, and immediately ordered the soldiers to shoot at the "enemy holy level" in the sky.

However, the speed of the flying sword was extremely fast, and it quickly swept through the air, and it was not caught by the rifle at all.

Occasionally, a gunslinger's bullet hits Randy's figure, but it passes through the mini-dimensional space that envelops him, and it can't do any damage at all.

Only the bullet that happened to hit the blade of the Heavenly Sword would cause Randy's body to shake occasionally.

There was finally a place below where the elven army had the advantage, and more than a dozen huge steel chariots rushed towards the demon position in the north.

Not only was it the first time Randy had seen this kind of steel behemoth-like weapon, but so did the demon army. The machine guns of the demons could not break through the defense of the chariot, so they panicked and retreated from the front line.

The elven soldiers who followed behind the chariot called the "jug" cheered forward.

However, the commander of the demon clan was very calm, and after the demon soldiers withdrew from the battle line, a large number of shells whistled over, and the chariots were immediately paralyzed one by one.

The elves only broke through a partial line of defense, and the demon soldiers immediately set up another line of defense behind them, and the sappers began to dig trenches, and machine gun fire points were set up again.

The elf weapon charge is very effective, but unfortunately it can only be played by an industrially developed country like the elf federation, and the number is a little less.

If it had appeared on a large scale, I am afraid that this would not have been the result.

Randy is watching and learning, analyzing the gains and losses of the weapons on both sides. Several propeller scout planes flew past Randy, both demons and elves.

This single-engine propeller aircraft can only be used for reconnaissance purposes at present, and is not equipped with weapons. Pilots from both sides meet in the air and greet each other.

The pilots watched curiously as their air counterparts dared to run to the center of the battlefield to reconnoitre, and some waved to Randy.

Randy was immediately emotional. He is the only pseudo-sword immortal in the world who relies on artifacts to fly, so he can fly and investigate. Even if the genuine sword fairy came, he didn't dare to be shot here.

However, with the blessing of human technology, ordinary soldiers can go to the sky in large numbers and play the same role as themselves.

If Great Xia wants to revivenation, the progress of science and technology and industry is indispensable, and the role of a master like himself will become smaller and smaller.

The road to the rise of Great Xia is very long, and Randy remembers the ancient nuclear fusion power station in the ruins of Haiyang. That may be the hope of overtaking in the Great Summer Corner, and it must be exploited as soon as possible.

The flying sword swept across the battlefield at a rapid pace, and ten minutes later, it was already near the target. Randy kept his magic phone on, and under the guidance of the other party, he quickly found the place.

This is not the main battlefield, it is on the side of the elven troops. Randy Edgeworth falls from the sky and falls into the trench, seeing the target he was trying to rescue.

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