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Volume One Chapter 325 The End of the Battle

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    Chapter 325 The End of the Battle

    The explosion became less intense, but the roar that oppressed the heart was getting closer and closer.  The military camp shrouded in thick smoke became dim, with looming tongues of fire raging everywhere. The panicked soldiers fired aimlessly into the depths of the smoke from time to time. Four heavy armored vehicles and a dozen machines hurriedly drove out of the warehouse.  A roared past the instructor's room and rushed into the swaying black smoke, becoming silent for an instant.

    The instructor¡¯s long hair tied behind his back did not move in the wind, and his body rose into the air with a flexibility that violated the laws of physics, drifting towards the student dormitory area of ??the training camp.  The enemy was unexpectedly powerful, and he was a little worried.  This is just a training camp. Only he and five other base instructors have real combat experience. The others are just students who have not been approved by the temple.  Many of them had never experienced killing, and the battle was not easy.

    One hundred and twenty quasi-superpower warriors stood in line in front of the building, heads held high, like soldiers undergoing review.  In their immature eyes, the instructor saw a glimmer of desire, a desire to fight.  The instructor nodded approvingly, turned around and stared at the burning military camp, "Let's go!" Before he finished speaking, the instructor's agile figure rose into the air and rushed towards the burning sea of ????fire.  No one noticed that there was some deep sadness in the eyes of the instructor who turned his back to the students.

    Wilson followed the instructor's footsteps closely. He felt a boiling blood surging in his body. This was his first battle, a real battle.  He was a little nervous, and his tense body made his movements look a little awkward.

    "Relax!" The instructor's cold voice reached his ears through the thick smoke. Wilson was ashamed of his performance.  This was not the expected performance of a genius who was about to be promoted to a supernatural warrior. He took a deep breath, and the choking smoke poured into his lungs. His mental power flowed, and he immediately dispelled the effects of the smoke on his body.  Discomfort.

    The thick smoke obscures the sight, but it does not obscure the mental perception.  From the distant sound of metal clashing, the ripples of bullets streaking through the airflow, and the cries of dying soldiers, Wilson felt a kind of chaos that he had never experienced before.

    A sharp cry broke through the air, and a huge giant blade emerged from the thick smoke. Wilson jumped up suddenly, and threw the ball of flames that had been accumulated in his hand into the black mist.  "Bang", a brilliant flame exploded, and the huge energy temporarily dispersed the thick smoke.  Wilson saw a black figure staggering back. The black figure was so tall that the giant blade that just passed through his nose was almost as tall as him.

    Wilson looked at the black shadow with joy. This was the first enemy he killed.  He was very confident that no matter what it was, whether it was some kind of monster or a mecha, it would not be able to withstand the scorching heat of 4000-degree flames.

    "Be careful!" the instructor's voice came, and a strong force knocked Wilson away from where he was just standing.

    The left arm of the staggering backward mecha sprayed out several bursts of flames, and the shattered shrapnel hit the position where Wilson had just been.  Wilson just felt an icy chill spread down his back and spread all over his body, he just had a brush with death.  If there is no instructor

    With his mental strength turning sharply, he sensed the location of the instructor from the thick smoke.  At this moment, the instructor was hiding behind the wreckage of a bombed heavy armor, and his left shoulder was bloody and bloody.  "Leave me alone and pay attention to the enemy. These mechas are weird, so be extremely careful."

    The instructor who rushed into the thick smoke first encountered two jet black mechas as soon as he came up. He made the same mistake as Wilson.  This mistake cost him dearly.  The huge warhead hit his left shoulder. If it weren't for the supernatural warrior's unusually strong physique, he would have become a pile of minced meat at this moment.

    There was a scream not far away on the left, and Wilson recognized from the shrill scream that it was the voice of a student he was familiar with.  Immediately after the second soundthe third sound, an uncontrollable sense of fear that he had never experienced before surged into Wilson's heart.  He realized that what he was experiencing was not any training in the past. This was a battlefield, a war, and people would really die.

    A huge black shadow passed over Wilson's head and pounced on the mecha that came out of nowhere.  The golden fuselage shimmered in the light. This was a mecha warrior from the League of Gods.  The two giant swords clashed, emitting a high and thin sound that was at the edge of the limit of human hearing, like the wailing of some kind of animal.  The sharp blade in the unknown mecha's hand kept shaking, and its moving body was flexible and agile, as if it was not a metal mecha but a lithe fighting master.

    The confrontation only lasted a short moment. Under Wilson's horrified gaze, the giant blade in the hands of the unknown mecha smashed through the defense of the Shenmen mecha, and his left arm penetrated under the armpit at an unparalleled speed.  He passed by and stood upright against the cockpit of the Shenmeng mecha.  "Bang, bang, bang" Wilson could even hear the crisp sound of the firing pin activating the bullet fire. The solid cockpit did not play any role in resisting. The exploded fragments and plasma sprayed out, and in the huge impactThe golden mecha underneath fell helplessly like a falling leaf.

    Thick smoke covered the instructor's position, the wind blew by, and the instructor was no longer in the shadow of the heavy armor.  Now no one can help the terrified Wilson, and everyone is fighting desperately for their own survival.  The unknown mecha that had just killed a Shenmeng mecha noticed Wilson again, and its huge figure roared towards Wilson

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    Accompanied by a group of unfriendly mechas, Weimar entered the battlefield that was still smelling of gunpowder smoke.

    The embers of the battlefield have not yet burned out, and various metal plates of unknown objects are scattered on the ground; on the left side of the barracks apron, a huge starship that was destroyed before taking off rammed diagonally into a row of barracks.  middle.  Weimar's breathing began to quicken. He turned the corner and saw a soldier wearing a Holy Alliance uniform lying in a puddle. The broken water pipe extinguished the flames on the ground, and the body was half-soaked in the slurry of ashes and water.  More corpses appeared in Weimar's sight, and he began to understand why the murderous intention revealed by these Charno soldiers was always so chilling and refreshing.

    There is an unpleasant burning smell in the air. There is no wind, but the Weimar steamed and grilled under the blazing high temperature does not feel hot at all.  As a pirate, Weimar has blood on his hands, both from his enemies and from innocent civilians.  But when he was in the afterglow of the battlefield where the smoke was still burning, he still felt uncontrollably shuddering.  This kind of fear comes from the bottom of the creature's heart and is innate and irresistible.  The death of tens of thousands of the same kind is enough to stir up the lowest level of memories in ancient genes.

    In front of a relatively well-preserved building, Weimar saw Yi Lexiang.  The general was still as calm as clear water, with a calm expression.  The fierce battle left no trace on his slender body.  There was no sweat, no rapid breathing, and no joy after victory. Everything seemed to be taken for granted.

    "Weima, I'm afraid it's time for us to part ways. We have found what we are looking for!" With a faint smile on his face, Yi Lexiang gently waved the storage disk in his hand.

    "Star map?"

    "It's even better than we imagined! There happened to be a starship that took several supernatural warriors back to the base to receive the final award ceremony. The think tank of that starship contains the highest-level interstellar route map of the Divine Alliance."

    Weimar glanced around in awe, "Where are those supernatural warriors? Did they escape? How many are there?"

    "Escape?" Yi Lexiang seemed to be deeply surprised by Weimar's question. "Maybe some escaped. But most of them have become part of this place." Yi Lexiang pointed to the ground nonchalantly.  He didn't realize how much of a shock this was to Weimar.

    For the people living in the League of Gods, whether they are nobles or civilians, supernatural warriors are undoubtedly beings who need to be looked up to like gods.  But here, in this place filled with the corpses of the Divine Alliance soldiers, those high-altitude beings are no different from the dead corpses on the ground, lying quietly on the ground, and no one even cares about their existence.  The corpses of God's warriors and lowly soldiers are mixed together. From these corpses, you can't tell whether they were brilliant or ordinary during their lifetime. All the inequalities at the moment of life are erased by death. This is the final destination of all life.

    Xin Qiang's voice came, "Who cares who they are, they are just enemies." Xin Qiang's voice contained the unique joy of a winner, no, not only joy, but also a little bit of unfinished content.  Weimar smiled sarcastically, and inexplicably, a few icy chills seeped down his back, "To be honest, these people are a little worse than the enhanced 'Fire Warriors'."  Not very satisfied with the performance.

    Weimar lowered his head slightly, trying to act as normal as possible.  But the smile that appeared on his face seemed a little stiff.  For the first time he began to realize that real war was different from the killings he had experienced before.  As a pirate, he had seen death and witnessed how his men tortured and killed people who dared to resist, but that was definitely not war.  How many people died in this insignificant battle in the eyes of Yi Lexiang and others?  forty thousand?  Or fifty thousand?  It seems that no one cares at all, everything has been taken for granted.  But if it were his pirate group, no matter how bloodthirsty or tough the pirates were, they would have dispersed and fled without a trace.

    The person who was killed did not appear to be trying to escape, nor did the person who committed the murder feel guilty.  Weimar stared blankly at the battlefield still emitting smoke. Is this war?

    The light gradually dimmed, and a mist once again enveloped the earth. It was the time when the black mist star alternated between light and darkness. The black mechas walking around became blurred, seeming to blend into the hazy darkness.  Weimar was still deep in thought. He didn't know whether meeting this general would be a blessing or a curse for him.  ?The war that broke out across the entire human interstellar was so chaotic that it was as unclear as the fog in front of him. It was like a huge whirlpool that sucked everyone into it, and even he, a pirate, could not escape.
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