Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1352 Ragnarok of the Gods (124)

The noise of the torrent of steel shook the sea and the sky.

On this night, the whole world resonates with a scene that can only be imagined.

At this moment, the earth is extremely silent, as if all human beings are listening to the cry from the lost memory.This loud call once floated over the ruins of Fuergagrad, which was strewn with corpses, followed the most powerful steel torrent that dyed the scorched Dnieper River red, and passed through Berlin filled with gunpowder until it reached the top of the mountain. The top of the Empire State Building.

This voice was once a boon for laborers and a nightmare for imperialism.

It was forgotten for a long time, because those who lost the red star did not deserve to have it, and now it is back, in the sea of ​​NF, it is like a revived undead interpretation from Suvia.

Fu Yuanzhuo was in it, and he looked around. The thick mech was full of wear marks, and the thick neck exposed the valves and pipelines. The shiny pistons and gears were gradually accelerating, and the silver hydraulic rods supported the strong armor. The green machine arm held up the rectangular tower shield. He was very familiar with this tower shield. It was Suviat's standard shield, and when combined together, it could form an invincible wall.These old cyborgs are full of Soviet-style violent aesthetics, big and rough, like ancient mechanical monsters.Wearing Qinglong armor, he was in the middle, like a delicate sports car stuck in the middle of a group of tanks full of heavy guns.

It's a shuddering feeling.

When Vladimir Arnold, standing at the forefront, raised the red flag, Fu Yuanzhuo suddenly found that Vladimir Arnold's "Purgatory Titan" resembled the Cherno Alpha mech in "Pacific Rim", However, the size is much smaller. Even if it is much smaller, the height of more than ten meters is still huge among cyborgs.

When he held up the red flag in one hand and the rotating circular shield in the other, he launched a charge, the four jet engines behind him sprayed out long flames, the sea water under his feet boiled, and the air became extremely hot. Amidst the trembling engine whistling, he was like a row of shield machines, soaring straight into the sky.

Behind him, the neatly lined "Winter Palace" army group is like countless trains, firing arrows along the non-existent track, covering the sky and the sun without end.

At this moment, the engines roared all around him, and the terrifying sound field made the sea tremble, and countless fish turned their bellies up and floated to the surface of the sea.But to Fu Yuanzhuo's ears, it was not noisy, but instead had a strange feeling of surging blood, especially when the sound of "Ula" sounded, it almost overwhelmed the sound of the engine, making the rough sound of the engine and machinery running become The bottom note, together with the fanatical cry from the heart, constitutes an electronic symphony that goes straight to the sky.When the voice of "Ulla" sounded, he had countless goosebumps all over his body, and he just wanted to plunge into the flames of war and burn his life to nothing.

As a result, the "Ula" that he was holding back in his heart gushed out from his throat logically, and he also pushed the engine to the limit, with a mass of missiles leading the way ahead, followed by a dense array of cyborg battle groups. In the dark night, a flowing rainbow across the sea of ​​NF is formed.

The missiles like a dark cloud landed on the top of the enemy first, and the fortress-like "Purgatory Titan" took the lead. Under the rain of artillery fire, it crashed into the long-range attack line of the Alliance's Chosen. The rotating circular shield was like a giant drill of a shield machine. , Shredding all those standing in front of him to pieces.

Bullets and lasers hit Vladimir Arnold's body and splashed in all directions, and the scene was colorful like iron flowers.He changed his flying posture, like an adult stepping into a group of babies, and the javelin with the red flag in his hand swept across, sweeping away an entire field of Alliance's Chosen Ones.

"Forward! Forward! Use our sickle to cut the enemy's throat, use our hammer to smash the enemy's head! Let the imperialist enemy recall the fear of being dominated by the red banner!"

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

"Ula!"

The heavily armored warriors holding up their shields closely followed the red flag, engulfing the land like a tsunami, crushing into the alliance front, and the vast front wailed like the slowly sinking earth.

The earth seems to be turned upside down, the sky has turned into land, and the red color is like flowing magma flowing wantonly. The red color that symbolizes destruction and rebirth burns silently in the depths of the ancient times, using the heaven and the earth as the furnace, and life as the firewood.

Fu Yuanzhuo stared at the red flag, shouted and rushed into the line of the Alliance's Chosen One. He had no idea how he got here, and everything around him seemed far away, only the brightest colors And the most violent explosions, in order to leave a fleeting impression in his mind, everything is a blur, all his movements come from muscle memory.

Shoot, raise your sword, and do everything you can to knock down enemies you can come into contact with.There is no need for rules or calculations, and it is completely dependent on instinct.The power of the swarms of cyborgs charging was astonishing, like a wheat harvester driving into a wheat field, quickly harvesting stubble after stubble of enemies.

Fu Yuanzhuo was in it, like a small blade on a harvester, boiling and mechanically repeating simple actions.I don't know how long it took, when his blade pierced an enemy's body again, the sound of the metal tearing through the armor suddenly seemed to be close to his ears, and the blood splashed on his face became sticky and warm. The heat, and the bombardment of the explosion made the armor tremble, and only then did he hear the beast-like growl from his throat.

At this moment, the soul finally returned to the body, and everything became clear.He looked in the direction of the electromagnetic artillery array, and at the first sight he saw Gu Feihua and Sun Yong who were deeply surrounded. They only had two or three hundred people left, but they were surrounded by nearly ten thousand people, so he immediately shouted at the people not far away. Yan Funing shouted: "Brother Yan, over there!"

Yan Funing turned his head, waved his hand, and a group of Winter Palace soldiers, like a train that had entered a fork, sped towards the southeast corner of the electromagnetic artillery array filled with gunpowder smoke.

Rumbling sounds echoed between the sea and the sky, like mechanical monsters of war running on the waves.

Fu Yuanzhuo also followed behind, he clenched his gun tightly, and the desire to kill violently boiled in his chest.However, they were still on the way to attack, and the hordes of enemies scattered like birds and beasts, and fled towards the center of the alliance's Chosen line at high speed, retreating without hesitation.While raising his gun and shooting at the enemy's back, he excitedly cursed: "MD, these people are too cowardly! It's so vulnerable to run away!"

Yan Funing didn't have any joy on his face, "Don't be too happy, these are the cannon fodder of the Star Gate, but they don't seem to be willing to be cannon fodder."

Fu Yuanzhuo's excitement regained a little calm, and he stared carefully, "It seems to be someone from the 'Eye of Medusa'? It is indeed an organization that can only be used as cannon fodder."

"That's just a comparison with Stargate and our Tai Chi Dragon. Among so many Chosen Organizations around the world, 'Eye of Medusa' can definitely be ranked in the top twenty." Yan Funing frowned and said, "What's more, here It's not just the 'Eye of Medusa', all the other top [-] organizations are here."

"Brother Ning, take it easy, you will make me very nervous."

Yan Funing stared at the star-packed Alliance Chosen front between the sea and the sky, and said in a deep voice, "I can't relax." After a few seconds of silence, he said softly, as if talking to himself, "Especially Think of Cheng Mo's trick."

Fu Yuanzhuo asked nonchalantly: "What other tricks does Cheng Mo have?"

Before Yan Funing could answer, Gu Feifei's trembling nasal voice rang in their ears, "Side effects, you boy"

"Brother Feifan!" Fu Yuanzhuo turned his head, stopped flying, and Gu Feifan, whose armor was covered with scars, punched him in the chest, "Ouch."

Gu Feifei hovered in front of Fu Yuanzhuo, raised his hands and patted Fu Yuanzhuo's shoulders fiercely, "I said you will definitely come!" He breathed a long sigh of relief, and said sadly, "Almost couldn't wait."

Fu Yuanzhuo didn't know how to explain it. They had arrived a long time ago, but they didn't attack until the god general blew himself up, and the people in the East Palace seemed to feel compassion.Fortunately, Sun Yong also flew over. He quickly stood at attention and saluted Sun Yong, "Sun Yan! Fu Yuanzhuo from the first special team of the Kanglong Group is reporting to you!"

Yan Funing hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand to salute Sun Yong, and said in a low voice, "Hi, Sun Yan, I am Yan Funing from Qianlong Team!"

Sun Yong stopped in the air and took a quick look at Yan Funing and Fu Yuanzhuo, and finally his eyes fell on Yan Funing, who was not a cyborg, "Now is not the time to talk, the time is running out, the enemy suddenly retreated to make way for us. We have to find a way to rescue Fort Four and get Fort Four back!"

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Cheng Mo restrained the urge to save Fort No. [-], trying to calm himself down, but in his mind was the image of Bai Xiuxiu committing suicide with a gun. In the flickering lights of various colors, he seemed to glimpse the woman shaking through the crack of time. The scene of falling on the deck.He saw the crimson blood filling the pitted bullet craters, her hand slowly let go of the golden gun, and her pupils gradually dilated in disappointment.

This scene is so vivid, he will never allow such a plot to happen, but where to start to correct it, so that the fate will not go to the cruel established.

In an instant, he went back countless times, but no matter where he started, he would still come to this step.Unless, he has always been the one who is invincible because of loneliness, maybe he can turn around and run away without fear of sacrifice, and through long endurance, win the final victory over David Rockefeller.Such a victory cannot destroy the star gate, and runs counter to Li Jiting's ideals, but it may protect the lives of some people he cares about.

"Just Maybe"

"Don't leave yet, and you don't want to escape! You are not his opponent at all, and you don't even have the ability to force him to make a move!" He said weakly to himself, "You have to continue to be patient!"

"If I escape, what will Bai Xiuxiu do? If Bai Xiuxiu dies, the teacher and Cheng Linglu will also be in danger!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and save Bai Xiuxiu!"

"She won't come with me!"

Cheng Mo felt his heart was melting, his body was about to be split into countless pieces, and his pupils were about to be shattered by all kinds of emotions.

"If only I could kill David Rockefeller!"

"If only I could kill David Rockefeller!"

"If only I could kill David Rockefeller!"

"If only I could kill David Rockefeller! I'd give anything for it!"

This idea was boiling in his mind, almost driving him into madness.His veined right hand tightly held the "Seven Sins", his fiery eyes wanted to find the figure of David Rockefeller in the endless void, and his heart infinitely longed to be with that terrible man, even in a self-destructive way. of the enemies all perish together.

However, when he looked around, he only saw the vast sea of ​​people and the distant starry sky.

If he cannot even see the face of the enemy, then death cannot set him free.

"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?" He asked himself repeatedly, "Maybe you have to be your lonely self, accept the curse of the crown of thorns, and truly sit on the throne before you can be with David Rockefeller." Rivalry. It's brutal, but you have no choice."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, he thought, if fate really wanted to torture him like this, even if he destroyed the whole world, he would never let David Rockefeller and Stargate feel better.

Despair, like a rusty blade, tore through his chest, and arrived at his heart at a leisurely pace, about to kill him.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of sea breeze blowing, the sea breeze was hot, transparent, and contained a fresh smell, blowing away the dull suffocation.

He turned his head.

Seeing countless white lines rising from the sea level in the northwest, the rough missile body with the CCCP and red star logo printed on it, and the slightly winding white ballistic trajectory became very familiar to Mo Mo, it was the Scarab missile.There are also countless army green light spots following the white trajectory like fireflies, and they fly towards the flanks of the Alliance's Chosen One with an indomitable attitude.

In the noisy sea breeze, Cheng Mo heard an earth-shattering cry - "Ula!"

The sound landed in his burning pupils, pouring in like a torrent, dousing the crater that was about to erupt.And like lightning pierced through his soul.

The sense of urgency suddenly dissipated, and he woke up like a dream, and suddenly realized that what protected him for so many years was never his self-righteous loneliness, but "love", which originated from the love of his parents, wife, teachers, and friends.
It's the clichéd thing that he never took seriously, silently protecting him until today.

An emotion that was neither too enthusiastic nor too indifferent poured into his brain, as if enlightened, he clenched the "Seven Sins" tightly, spread his wings, and the energy input reached [-]%.The calculation speed of the brain has climbed to a higher level, and every turbulence and every fluctuation in the sky is extremely clear.The data generated by these turbulences are depicted in his brain with an invisible pen, which looks like the starry sky painted by Van Gogh, abstract and beautiful.

Staring at the turbulent field diagram in his mind, Cheng Mo felt more deeply why handed down works of art can last forever. The seemingly messy and empty depiction actually captured the true meaning of the universe.That is the ultimate law of gravity, the only way to complete the grand unification of physics, and the mystery of the omnipotence of the Creator.

As Heisenberg said - if I could see God, I would definitely ask two questions, turbulence and relativity, and God would definitely give the perfect answer to relativity.If the theory of relativity can answer what gravity is, then turbulent flow is to implement gravity into every atom.

When every atom is subjected to the gravitational force, then the "Reynolds number" must be large enough to produce chaos.Therefore, "turbulence" is the most wonderful existence, and there are both randomness and regularity in it. The most famous "butterfly effect" is the turbulent movement of the atmosphere. (Reynolds number: A dimensionless number that can be used to characterize fluid flow.)
Turbulence is impossible to calculate and predict for humans.

Even though the sound waves are regular, it is as difficult to accurately decipher David Rockefeller's sound wave field and find David Rockefeller's location in the countless turbulent sound wave movements as it is to calculate the current weather conditions. What's the weather like on New Year's Day one year later.

Cheng Mo is not so easy to give in, the turbulence is unpredictable, so predict people's behavior.Calculations are futile, so use statistics to characterize.

In problem-solving, the problem is the core, and conditional translation is the essence of problem-solving. If you can’t find the conditions, you must create the conditions to solve the problem.

He suddenly activated, rushing into the crowd of Stargate Chosen Ones like a ghost.

The "Seven Sins" in his hand hit the void without fancy, and resonated like thunder in the roaring shouts in the distance: "David Rockefeller, if fate arranges this way, I will be the digger of the gods!" Grave Man Truth: Coronal Gyre!"

(End of this chapter)