There was a rain in the tunnels, and the dense bombs were red-hot raindrops.

The violent temperature difference caused by the sudden temperature wave caused the heat wave to rush to the face, as if even the net under the feet was shaking in the rain of fire. The initiator of this attack was completely unconcerned about the possible consequences of the indiscriminate bombardment in the already unstable network branches, and the silent firepower covered all his attitudes and all his answers.

The subatoms melted by the hot melt cluster were so hot that the scorching heat was filled with suffocating coldness.

"Woohoo——!"

"Babbling ——!!"

"yes yes yes ——!!!"

Beams of ghostly black shadows flashed through the shaky passages, and the corners of their clothes were lifted by the air currents against the sparks that fell from the sky, and they were the Dark Spirit Rangers piloting the 'Marauder' hoverbike.

The overdose of drugs had heightened their spirits, and the sharp edges and bumps of the Marauder motorcycle's front were like blades cutting through a rain of fire, skewering a soldier with a hot melt launcher into a meat skewer with the speed and fury of the heat.

Wait a minute...... Meat, what about meat?

The Elven Ranger, who piloted the Raider to impale several mechmen at once, woke up from drug-induced hallucinations, and a warm liquid splashed on its face, not the luscious blood of a human monkey, but the pressurized oil flowing in the body's hydraulic pipes.

The Ranger on the motorcycle had his eyes wide open, and the metal body on the front of the car trembled violently, and the hollow eyes of the metal skeleton emitted a chilling light.

"The zero-element coating was damaged, the damage rate of the body was 53%, and the repair cost was judged to be higher than the cost of the new body of the same model, and the self-destruction protocol was implemented to begin to overload the energy center ......"

"You... You fucking dick... You... Thou... You can't help without... No... Do so... No, you can't! ”

The dazzling blue light blinded the Dark Spirit Ranger's eyes, and immediately after, multiple plasma cores overloaded and self-destructed, creating a high-energy vortex that overwhelmed it and its raider motorcycle.

Thick black smoke fell from the sky, like an ink pen gently swiped, this network battlefield blooming with royal blue fireworks.

The rain was still falling, and the unremarkable network veins were getting hotter and hotter.

The massive Butcher VII automaton used their short service life to interpret something called cost performance, and they rushed forward one after another, and the cheapest units carried the most destructive hot melt cluster launchers. As long as you put together the Zero Element Coating and shoot a shot before the Spirit Bone Weapon that is wrapped in the Psionic Dismantling Force Field is pierced, it will be earned. Even if a single shot was broken and seriously injured by the agile Spirit Clan warriors, it would not prevent the core inside the body from melting itself and exploding a beautiful firework on the battlefield.

Death is as gorgeous as a summer flower!

Fire & Psionics! Flesh and steel! Boundless armies of steel dragged the safari-savvy Dark Elves into a war of attrition with no end in sight, tens of millions of automaton swarming into the front line, and frequently lit hot clusters weaved a dense web of fire across the battlefield, denser than the stitches of a mother knitting a sweater for her beloved child.

Above the ant colony, towering giants flew by, the ancient legacy of the Archon Frasker using his powers, inherited from the Ghost Titans of the Eldar Empire.

The hundred-meter-tall spirit bone giant dragged the giant sword across the battlefield with a vigorous pace like all the spirit warriors, which was a mobility that the human Titans could not imagine at all, and the ground that was plowed by the giant sword left a deep ravine, and the ghost titan broke through the fire net with a waltz-like graceful pace, spinning and jumping, and the swing of the spirit bone blade was as smooth as flowing water.

The next moment, the giant battle body in the rear of the automaton army, whose hands were constantly spewing fire and rain, broke from the waist, and the towering body collapsed with a bang.

And rightfully so. The Spirit Clan warriors slaughtered the elite soldiers of the human race as easily as the Forbidden Army killed the fart spirits. Similarly, the Wraith Titan is no less difficult to slay a hulking human Titan than it is to pinch a fart to death.

But here's the problem – there are so many farts out there!

The Ghost Titan's footsteps were as vigorous as ghosts, like birds unrestrained, and the giant warbodies collapsed with the graceful swing of the Spirit Bone Greatsword, but every time one of them was scrapped, at least three brand-new fully armed warbodies squeezed into the network tunnel on the corpses of their colleagues, tilting their anger towards the devastated network.

Quantity! Firepower!

Enough to drown everything in quantity! Completely cover the firepower of the battlefield!

The pilot in the Ghost Titan only felt that his nerves were trembling, and the frenzied firepower covering had not stopped for a moment since the first shot was fired, and the rising battlefield energy level ironed the not very wide network branch veins like red-hot copper pipes, making every jump of the Ghost Titan terrifying, and every stop was a life-and-death gamble.

The Dark Spirit's most elite rangers, rangers, nightmares, and other units were systematically swallowed up by the sea of iron and fire, and the poison interceptors crashed one after another.

Accustomed to dancing on the tip of the knife, the Dark Spirit Clan was horrified to find that the tip of the knife under his feet was getting hotter and narrower.

If you're not careful, you'll be in a hot hell.

At this point, this interception army, which was responsible for intercepting human attacks, did not even see a single human shadow.

At the same time, in an unnamed galaxy southwest of the Ophelia system, on the 4th moon of a gas giant, a group of ant-like people are busy on the surface of the desolate planet.

Recruit Nesaro drove a heavy crane over the cratered surface of the star, dragging the wreckage of a massive warbody that had been cut off at the waist to the transport plane hovering over the satellite.

Nesaro glanced back, and the convoy behind him was long, long, like a long snake of steel, stretching from the surface of the star to the deep rift, and a network gate was in the deepest part of the valley.

The troops that are now using the portal here are roughly divided into two parts:

a convoy of heavy trucks laden with wreckage to and from the network gate and the evacuation point;

and the army of mechs and giant battle bodies that were filled into the network and turned into wreckage and re-emerged;

Nesaro sighed, silently turning up the horsepower of the truck engine, the corpse of the giant battle body was indeed very heavy.

His gaze drifted to the starry sky above him, and he couldn't help but recall the fearless oath he had shouted when he was called up to join the army, and he was willing to sacrifice his life generously for the Human Federation. Looking at it again at this time, I feel that the picture in front of me is so illusory.

Nesaro lowered his head, his gaze resting on the joystick in his hand.

"Affection asks us to 'generosity' means working 12 hours a day and working two shifts......"

How to put it, it is indeed very hurtful. But it doesn't seem to hurt as much as I imagined.

(End of chapter)