The ground was full of corpses, the battle here had already ended, and Luo You had returned to the military consular area to start commanding the final general attack.

In front of Hanson's body, a petite figure hummed a brisk song and walked over. The charming and alien pupils stared at Hanson's gunshot wounds on Hanson's temple with a smile, and laughter came: "Thank you for your contribution to the human elite."

Fuluo squatted down, unlocked the space bag with Hansen's fingerprint, and reached out to grab a sticky thing inside, which was an eyeball that had been stabbed by a sword blade.

Fuluo's shoulder was carrying the verdict at this time. The living weapon sensed something. The remaining one-eyed eyes moved over and looked at the pierced eyeball on Fuluo's hand.

"Other organs maintain your life activity, only the eyeballs can be taken off." Fuluo put the pierced eyeball on the judgment for a while, then shrugged and threw it away like a throw of garbage. Sadly, "It's a pity that it's already necrotic and cannot be transplanted back, so he can only be a one-eyed dragon."

Fuluo recycled some valuable items in the space bag, and then burned the bodies of the judges with a fire. In the flames, she raised her head and looked at the cold moon in the night sky, as if she was talking to someone: "Then you keep alive, continue to live with hope but still in the dark."

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Under the cold moon in the night sky, the front-line command of the Abandoned Swoogs, the warriors and shamans are relying on the surrounding complex terrain to arrange arrays. The Abandoned Swoogs are not primitive tribes, they can develop to the current regional dominance, and heavy industry is naturally first-class. A large number of armored troops guard every major road, and dense searchlights illuminate the night sky to prevent possible aerial strikes.

The fierce war has caused the abandoner's border to be destroyed. Under the strong attack of the northern forces, millions of people died in the war. Their death density is unbearable for the abandoner's national size. Their civilization has suffered unprecedented blows under the baptism of the war. This is also the reason why Baitans faced the decisive battle from the front. The abandoner can no longer afford it! He must defeat the northern border in a short time!

The distant night sky has been stained with a shocking blood red, as if the vengeful spirits in the war have left their own traces in the air, casting an indelible shadow on this battlefield...

The tall building in the command center, Baitans, wearing the armor of the black dragon, stood at the top of the building. The cold ghost pupils looked at the distant night sky. The constant approaching roar made the murderous intent in his eyes become stronger and stronger, and the temperature around seemed to drop to freezing point, making people breathless.

Gao Sheng and other Central Guards had no command power. Even if Baitans refused the beheading plan, they could only cooperate with the abandoner's actions.

As time went by, slowly, the ground under everyone's feet began to tremble, and countless stones began to shake. The war machines in the north ruthlessly ravaged the land and cruelly crushed the abandoned troops.

Appeared! Under the luminous light, strange tanks appeared in the hazy horizon in the distance. They did not travel on traditional tracks, but bionic machinery with spider arthropods, easily climbed through obstacle bunkers and crossed anti-tank gullies, as if they were entering a no-man's land.

"What is that..." Gao Sheng's question represents the voice of Baitans and every abandoner.

From the outside, these tanks are all black, their armor is very thin, and they don't look defensive, but for some reason they vaguely emit a depressing dragon power. The heavy cannons on both sides of the body also shine with cold light, like the huge mouth of the god of death, swallowing all the surrounding temperature.

If the abandoner installs spies in the upper echelons of the North, he will know that this weapon is called "Dragon Blade".

Behind the Dragon Blade-level main battle tank, countless soldiers from the North formed a scattered line, each maintaining a distance of more than five meters. The eagle flag and the death flag crisscrossed, making a sound in the evening breeze filled with gunpowder.

Locusts! The troops in the northern border rushed towards the abandoner troops like locusts. At this moment, the blood pressure of the brave abandoner soldiers rose sharply, their heart rate rose, and their blood was boiling all over, waiting for the moment of glory to come.

The troops in the north suddenly stopped, and the Dragon Blade-level main battle tank at the front adjusted the angle and aimed at the abandoner's troops on the other end of the horizon.

"What are they doing?" Baitans frowned. The enemy is still far away, far beyond the strike range of ordinary tanks. It should not be possible to threaten the abandoners. What's more, most abandoners hide in bunkers. At such a long distance, it is meaningless to strike without accuracy.

"Boom!!!..." After all 169 Dragon Blade-class main battle tanks were in place, the giant cannons on both sides of the body flashed the unique blue light of light nuclear fusion at the same time, and the sound of energy gathering exploded in the air. At this moment, the surrounding temperature began to rise violently, becoming as hot as magma. Oxygen seemed to be burned out in this high temperature. The endless artillery fire was like a meteor that dived from the end of the universe, and roared towards the abandoner's position.

The battlefield was filled with smoke and scorched sacred sacred. In the pillar of fire that was several thousand meters high, the fireballs of the thermonuclear explosion spread out rapidly. The vaporized land left giant pits with lava flowing. As the scorched dust flew, thousands of abandoners evaporated directly. The bodies of the victims at the center of the shelling disappeared forever. The abandoners on the edge patted their shrinking and smoking skin, and rolled on the ground in pain. In the end, they gradually lost movement. The whole person became a mummy without water, destroyed by the huge heat and became unbearable.

In the extended sea of ​​fire, countless thermal nuclear explosions were connected into one, and the flames danced wildly in the night sky like hideous dragons. The entire battlefield began to distort and distort under the high temperature. From a distance, it looked like a magic mirror.

Silence, dead silence...

In the concept of the warrior of the oath, sacrificing in war and dying for the commander is a glorious thing, so they are not afraid of pain or sacrifice, and they will rush into the enemy's positions like a tide to fight.

But don't forget that the fear of death is engraved in human bones like a brand. This is an innate instinct that can never be erased. The abandoners regard death as glory. This is true, but there is a premise: the belief in glory is greater than the fear of death.

At this time, just a volley of dragon blades, the front positions of the Abandoned were basically wiped out, and nearly 10,000 people evaporated directly. Moreover, due to the extremely long distance of the attack, the warriors located on the plain could not see the dragon blades on the other end of the horizon. In their vision, everything just now was like a divine punishment from heaven, destroying them without warning, just like a dinosaur that disappeared from history in the Cretaceous period.

If it is a visible and touching enemy, the abandoner will not be afraid of death, and will definitely launch a counterattack, and even if he explodes, he will die together. However, as he is now destroyed by an invisible enemy, he doesn't even know who he died at, let alone an irresistible force. In an instant, strange fear spreads in the army like the Black Death, and even the most powerful warriors lose the courage to fight.

"Ah! I won't fight anymore!" I don't know which warrior made the first sound, but the front line of the abandoner who was defeated by fear began to collapse and retreated backwards like a tide.

Baitans, who was overlooking the battlefield from a high place, was angry, but he did not lose his mind because of his anger. He was as cold as ever, nor did he do boring things like cheering up or stopping people. He directly burst into a boiling battle cry. Thousands of runes gushed out of Baitans, penetrating the body of the abandoner warrior like a blood pump.

In an instant, the abandoner warrior absorbed by Baitans turned into a mummy in a blink of an eye, and his energy was stripped out alive, rushing towards Baitans' body like a convergence of rivers. The battlefield was full of traces of energy links.

Gao Sheng looked down at the battlefield in horror. The abandoner deployed 830,000 troops in the decisive battle. Now there are more than 100,000 in sight. However, these sighted abandoners warriors and shamans screamed and were sucked into mummies. Regardless of whether they had done escape just now, everyone's vitality was sucked away by Baitans and became his source of strength.

In a few breaths, there were no living people on the front line of the oath, and more than 100,000 oaths were all drained. Judging from the energy links in the sky, there may be a large number of oaths that were out of sight, and hundreds of thousands of people were killed by death!

Gao Sheng suddenly burst into tears of sweat: "What are you going to do?! Kill all the troops, how do you fight the North?"

"Now, I am an army." As the ghost's eyes turned red, every cell in Baitans was filled with the power of a volcanic eruption, and every move was accompanied by a thunderous momentum. When he smashed the floor-to-ceiling window and rushed to the battlefield, the terrifying speed directly broke through the sound barrier and triggered a sound explosion, which swept everything around him into the raging turbulence.
Chapter completed!