National Juggernaut

Chapter 606
The world is burning.

Just a group of creatures tossing around on a planet can destroy their own world in a fancy way of self-mutilation. When two super races across the world go to war, the poor is actually a small world.

Many times, a certain world is destroyed by a war in this way. A world that is too "small" actually locks the upper limit of war.

Fortunately, the world where the war started this time is a star world, which also means that the only rule of the war between the two sides is that there are no rules!

"Boom!"

With the roar of Thor, the rules of the atmosphere were forcibly rewritten, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain poured down. This is a rare rainy day here.

The torrential downpour made it hard to see, and the thunderbolt vented its existence in the sky. The violent weather that hadn't been seen this year caused the local residents to panic.

But this is just the brink of war.

The torrential rain hit the city of steel, and the first wave of attacks came from natural disasters.

Controlling the power of nature to attack, low consumption, good effect, and no need to worry about being counterattacked, is the favorite gift on the advanced battlefield.

At the same time, it is also a test.
"The will of this world is not strong. Although I feel hostility, my theocracy has not been obviously violated."

What this Raytheon announced was good news. He kept creating new thunderclouds on the weather controller in his parking space. Judging from the difficulty of its manipulation, the sky in this world was not restricted.

And this is just the beginning.

Hailstorms, floods, earthquakes, thunderstorms, the main force of the earth gods and gods in the human battle group declared their theocracy frantically at the same time.

The world has a will, so naturally it has a position.

Theocracy is the rule, and it is the privilege of revising and adjusting the world. Then, the pit is naturally the world itself, a neutral battlefield, a battlefield that can support the full firepower of both sides, but will not contain the power of both sides. In fact, it is quite Uncommon. After all, who doesn't crave home-court advantage, and humans mostly play home defense.

But this time, things are a little different.

Flames, ice, hurricanes, rainstorms, and thunderstorms, the natural manipulators of human beings sent natural disasters to the steel city without hesitation.

"Clang clang clang!"

Huge alarm bells were heard far away in the torrential rain. Scores of defenders appeared on the steel city walls. All kinds of war machines swarmed out from workshops and warehouses. Huge behemoth-level war machines were artificially creating earthquakes. .

"Six thousand. Twelve thousand. Thirty-seven thousand is good. No more than sixty thousand. The investigative team did a good job!"

In terms of numbers, the humans only had seventeen carts and less than 1000 people. Facing dozens of times as many enemies, the human sword masters, who were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, breathed a sigh of relief.

On the steel city wall, a large number of iron men are busy operating various war machines, but they are regarded as outsiders.

Most of them are pure machines controlled by instructions, and the newborns who lead the team are all pitifully weak.

The real threat is actually the garrison here.

"Preliminary estimates, units with a threat value of more than [-], no more than [-] can be attacked!"

The chasm-level gap in individual strength allows both sides to have a quick way to calculate immediate combat power, and tentative attacks force out the defensive side's combat power reserve, and it is also confirmed that everything is still within the scope of combat.

Obviously, this stretch of steel walls and huge forging furnaces have put a lot of pressure on human sword masters. If this is a normal-scale Atel fortress, there will be one or two full-staffed Aters The C-level legion is stationed, and the attack of a dozen carts is equal to nothing.

But judging from the data, the "road" on the opposite side is not smooth, so the troops in front of us can only be sentinel-level troops at the front, and they can be seen.

At least judging from the current battlefield situation, the Atel people did not expect that there would be a surprise attack by humans here, and the garrison corps probably could only deal with the local aborigines.

"Plan B launched."

At the same time, in the sky, amidst the dense dark clouds, there are flying units gliding cautiously.

They are the main force of this raid. When the frontal battlefield draws the attention of the Atel people, their attack has just begun.

Some people blended with the night, some turned into rain, and some fell like meteors, serving as shields to attract firepower and attention.

Those who can participate in this battle cannot be newcomers. These quasi-mythical, title-hunter-level advanced combat forces let go of their hands and feet, and everyone can create a large number of no-man's land in the urban area.

But some of them disappeared into the chaotic battlefield, and they were carrying the most important mission.

"Is it possible for us to find those goods?"

"We must find it, this is our last chance"

The found survivors, as well as the previous utensils and "compass", all pointed to the Iron City, and the Yuan'an Cargo convoy must have entered that fortress.

And the reason why I chose a tentative strong attack and spy search instead of waiting for the reinforcements to crush and clear it later is because...
"...and if it drags on for a while, they might 'sacrifice' that shipment away."

What's in those things?No one can be sure, but it is obviously quite precious and special, so important that the Atel people used their last chips and channels, and even exposed many "hidden dangers" to the eyes of humans.

And in this era, precious things are often linked to strong psionic powers.

Sacrifice should also follow the principle of compatibility between matter and consciousness, that is, what you want to gift must consume an equivalent amount of spiritual power (sacrifice). It is the self-destruct of those fur balls.

This obviously requires accumulation and time, and it is best to take away all the sacrifices at once, then, you need to reserve a large number of fur balls.

If that batch of goods had gone through the "sacrifice" channel, I'm afraid it would be tantamount to declaring the mission a failure, and it would be impossible to recover.

Therefore, human beings cannot wait, dare not wait.

After tentatively probing the opponent's defense strength and confirming that the Atel's combat power reserve here is low, this wave of thunderous raids with a gambling nature started in full swing.

The frontal fight is in full swing, and the element drivers are creating all kinds of natural disasters in a big way. In fact, the threat to some existence is quite low, but it is enough to attract attention and attention.

A large number of stalkers and rangers raided at high speed in the rainy night. They carried "tokens" and were looking for possible cargo locations.

They must hurry up, because if their own side is the defensive side, especially when the current defense force is indeed insufficient, when it is determined that the city is exposed, they must hurry up to transfer important materials, destroy confidential information, and execute confidential insiders.

The battle on the frontal battlefield became more and more lively. The resurrection of the dead, the arrival of alien monsters, and the participation of puppet legions, from theocracy to supernatural powers, a large number of ground units rushed into the battlefield, putting tremendous pressure on the ground troops of the Aters.

But for veterans, this really exposed the reality of the lack of grassroots troops on the human side. Psionic power is always limited and precious on the battlefield. It is actually quite stupid and short-sighted to use it to make cannon fodder that can be crushed at any time.

But now, the frontal battlefield is expanding the momentum as much as possible, and then they are ready to run away in an instant. They are waiting, waiting for the hidden things in this city.

The Ater people are not philanthropists. There is no reason for such a huge factory to be used only to make farm tools for the surrounding residents and to replace the bodies of their own iron men.

And considering this position, their investment is naturally greater.

The wait did not last long, but when the Altels found the strength of the attackers considerable, they naturally had to take action.

(End of this chapter)