Righteous partners are destined to win by skill.

In many stories, when facing the villain's final boss, most of them will have such a bridge. This may be to attract and satisfy the psychological needs of the audience, or it may be due to the author's own interests. In any case, people are keen to see righteous partners overcome many difficulties, and stand up again and again despite the devastation, and finally overcome the powerful enemy with skill.

But on the other hand, it is also equivalent to saying that the righteous partner is far inferior to the opponent in terms of strength, and can only rely on tricks and other clever ways to win.

If you are facing an opponent whose strength, strategy, and mental state are all in an excellent state, and the little clever has no chance and is useless, how will the righteous partners deal with the crisis?

The answer is very simple, select and organize guerrilla units that specialize in containing and entanglement the enemy, buy time for yourself to launch the trump card at the bottom of the box, and finally concentrate on a little breakthrough to completely defeat the opponent.

Wonderful, perfect, entertaining and feasibility, I believe that the audience will also applaud and applaud the successful counter-kill under this inevitable defeat, the church has become a great hero to save the world, everyone bows down under the flawless glory of victory, the so-called "world dominated by humans" This long-cherished wish has finally been realized, and the church has replaced the mother goddess and sat on the throne of world domination. Congratulations, congratulations.

Of course, in order to realize this expectation, several elements are needed, one of which is whether the guerrilla troops are capable of carrying the burden on their shoulders.

Judging by their performance in the first minute of the official engagement, they didn't do a bad job, and it can be said that many of the seasoned teams are not as good as these three men.

It's just—

Can being unilaterally pressed and beaten and fleeing in the barrage jungle be regarded as containment? This question is really a bit of a matter of opinion.

At 3 o'clock, a large wave of missiles approached at the same time in the zenith direction, and because the launch distance was much closer than the normal combat distance, the missiles were still in the acceleration stage. Even so, the missiles broke through the sound barrier and bit Father Likert like a beast on its prey.

With the miracle protection of the priesthood robe, it is not a problem to avoid or shoot down a missile, but it is necessary to shoot down a missile while dodging a beam attack—this kind of thing is difficult to achieve even with a miracle protection.

Diffuse particle cannons rain down barrages of particles that fly at sub-light speeds to vaporize opponents before the human nerves can capture the information, and life is over without even realizing the pain.

If you can sense the murderous aura of the opponent and determine the enemy's intention to take action, then there is still a chance to take action in advance to avoid it. After all, it is the one who pulls the trigger and swings the sword with a thinking life. Bullets, missiles, light - just an extension of thought and will, as long as you can preemptively predict the intentions and tactics of the other side, it is not impossible to dodge.

But this perception does not apply to Li Lin.

There was not a trace of murder in him. Despite the indifferent smile on his face, he did not release the emotional fluctuations that are characteristic of killing his opponents, as if he was born to be the god of death and disaster for the world, and killing people is a matter of course for him to breathe, and there is no need to feel or waver about it.

Monster.

There really isn't any other word to describe him than that.

Just as Likert was giving Li Lin an evaluation, the shells of the missiles that were flanking from the zenith and the right side were cracked one after another, and the built-in cluster missiles ignited together, once again erecting a desperate iron curtain for Likertra.

Different from the carrier bomb, all the metal hydrogen built into all the sub-missiles are equipped with a high-precision ignition control loop, and the whole metal hydrogen is fully burned in an instant, and in less than a second, the sub-missile, which is flying at a high speed of Mach 2, immediately accelerates to the maximum speed of Mach 20. The friction between the missile shells and the air left a laser-like dark red straight line on people's eyes, and hundreds of red meteors struck from all angles, looking from afar similar to the flowers in full bloom on the other side.

A huge fireball swelled across the sky, the explosion of a small tactical nuclear weapon unleashed intense light and heat, and the shock wave swept across the ground, and even the distant forest swayed under the aftermath, and fallen leaves and dust kicked up a billowing dust mist.

Looking at the churning and rising mushroom clouds, the stunned crowd clenched their fists tightly.

Everyone knew that such an explosion, let alone killing a person, even if it was a hill or a medium-sized city, would inevitably be wiped out under a single blow.

Absolute power.

The noun that has always existed as an abstract concept is now presented to everyone as a realistic scene, and in the face of the terrifying power that is comparable to or even surpasses that of natural disasters, human beings are really as insignificant as ants. And in the eyes of the dictator who wields absolute power, I'm afraid there is not much difference between humans and ants.

Just as the people were terrified by that force, the beam of light fell to the ground again. No longer set a curved trajectory, a barrage of high-speed salvos swept through the smoke and swept the ground, and the rain of light drew a huge arc on the ground. After a moment of silence, the trajectories that shone with dim yellow light exploded one after another, the flames continued to rise, and the air also expanded like an explosion. There was no time to dodge, and the crowd caught in the explosion was thrown into the air like leaves, and hundreds of people were torn and burned in the firestorm, and human organs were scattered all over the sky. Human dignity is at all deserved at this moment.

The rain of beams did not stop, as if it was chasing something, and the dense volleys whipped the earth back and forth.

Chased by the rain of beams are none other than Sister Francesca and Father Liket.

"The evasion action is too monotonous! Immediately perform irregular evasion! Evade and release optical bait at the same time!!"

"It's already being done!!"

In the course of the quarrel, more missiles and beams of light fell around them, and the impact point of the bullet became closer and closer to the two men who were constantly drawing messy trajectories. What's even more troublesome is that the FAU also joins the ranks of pursuit and encirclement, and the death cages that are staggered up and down, left and right, repeatedly cut the space around them.

"Troublesome thing......!!"

Likert took a sip, and a beam of light swept past his cheek, the radiant heat could not penetrate the miraculous protection, and the tension and excitement of passing by death continued to wash over his body.

Compared to missiles and particle beams, the FAU, like a hound, is more annoying, no matter how much you maneuver, you can't get rid of this group of agile hounds, and the advantages of small size, large numbers, and fast speed make it difficult to shoot them down. The most important thing is that this group of hounds seems to have a very good mind, and the coordination between each other is impressive, the timing and accuracy of shooting are also constantly improving, and the attack mode has also increased from simple shooting to long-range shooting and containment, and close-range deployment of light blade thrusts.

If you are a flying beast or a magician, you must have been beaten into a sieve a long time ago.

"But we're not ordinary people. ”

The young priest flicked his wrist, and a spear and a sword, and a ribbon appeared.

"I want to reproduce, St. George's spear and sword, and St. George's spirit cloth!"

Legend has it that St. George conquered the dragon with a spear and sword, then threw the princess's ribbon to restrain the dragon and seal it from all resistance.

Performing three miracles at the same time—even among the few priesthood garments, this is an extraordinary skill.

Likert waved the ribbon, and the short thin cloth immediately extended and fluttered, enveloping the two approaching FAUs, and the wrapped lens spread out the light blade, and the propulsion output was opened to the maximum, but it was still unable to tear the strip of cloth that looked like a child could easily break. The silver light sliced through the crystal, and exploding fireballs burst into the sky.