The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 276 The German Army
The dense and almost substantive aura condenses into a straight light beam that grows for a kilometer, with central London as the central axis, splitting the night sky.

The long sword of light beam swung straight down, and the momentum of the sword was like a tide, causing howling winds, and all the thick and gloomy clouds were blown away, and it seemed to retreat at a fast speed, revealing the desolate moonlight hidden behind the clouds.

Wherever the light goes, all matter collapses and disintegrates, air, dust, reinforced concrete buildings, and several airships in the sky.

Those monsters of war with a streamlined appearance were cut off by the lightsaber at the first time, the outer armor made of light alloy, the bright silver paint layer was destroyed, the inner skin was torn apart, and the airship was smashed to pieces. All the internal steel support structures were destroyed.

Dozens of airbag chambers inside the airship were twisted and broken, and the tail power chamber painted with the anti-swastika was also detonated, igniting thick smoke—fortunately, the airbag chambers were filled with more stable helium gas instead of hydrogen, otherwise the Within half a minute after the flames bloom, the airship will be completely ignited.

However, the final result was almost the same. These cut-off airships were wrapped in thick smoke, and they fell towards the ground in a posture of "grabbing the ground with their heads".

Li Ang calmly released the spiritual long sword, stared at the inverted swastika mark painted on the rudder of the airship, thoughtfully took out the phone from his pocket, and pressed it a few times.

The central intellectual brain processing center of the underground experimental base in Academy City immediately forcibly connected the monitoring chip in the back of Baron Sterak's neck with the highest priority authority.

This Hydra-born Baron Sterak finally passed Ms. Harley Quinn's personality remodeling surgery after being drained of his value, and became a harmless guinea pig with lower authority than normal employees. For "Experimental D-Class Personnel".

Normal employees of the underground experiment base can pass through most unclassified places, come into contact with materials and information with a lower confidentiality level, and even undertake tasks assigned by superiors, and improve the employee level by completing tasks.

The "D-class personnel for experiments" is a secret cooperation between Academy City and the governments of various countries on an unofficial level.

The Academy City will select some heinous and anti-human death row prisoners from American prisons to conduct various inhumane and extremely dangerous taboo experiments, including but not limited to the cross-mutation of extraordinary power, the high-intensity beta of high-yield nuclear weapons And the research on the influence of Y-ray radiation on the human body, the enhancement of the physiological quality of ordinary individuals by the divine blood, etc., the specific experimental results will be shared with the governments of various countries as appropriate.

With his extraordinary talent of body regeneration, Baron Strucker survived a series of brutal and taboo human experiments, and finally obtained the qualification to live.

At this time, he was sitting in the staff cafeteria of the underground experimental base with Lars Gul Al, Deathstroke and others, holding a fork and knife, cutting vegetarian sandwiches with a blank expression.

The staff canteen is extremely spacious, with all wooden furniture and luxurious and elegant decoration, comparable to the Iceberg restaurant built by the Penguin in Gotham City.

The interior of the canteen adopts a fully automated system, and the octopus smart servant performs cooking, ordering, cleaning and other services, which is efficient, elegant and pleasant.

However, Baron Sterak couldn't be happier. Years of human experiments had basically destroyed his spirit, and now the only thing that supported his survival was Harley Quinn's virtual personality set up by him.

"You have a newsletter message from 'Leon'."

A line of subtitles jumped out of Baron Strack's eyes. Just as he was about to click to accept, the central brain of the experimental base had connected to the back neck chip and directly took over the control of Baron Strack's body.

The central intellectual brain quickly checked all the information in Baron Sterak's brain, quickly and efficiently retrieved the content Li Ang wanted, and projected all the content in Li Ang's pupils in the form of Linux system files.

"Hydra is the remnant power of the **, but the remnant of the ** is not the same as the Hydra.

A major from the SS, the "last brigade" led by him is the most devout fundamentalist activist.Following all the ideas of the bearded head of state, adhering to the concept of 'fulfilling the long-cherished wish of the Third Reich of Germany', he gathered strength behind his back and plotted conspiracy. "

Li Ang raised his eyebrows with great interest, and unhurriedly flipped through Baron Strack's memory.

"We were attacked,"

In the command cabin of the airship, a Prussian man wearing the uniform of a high-ranking German officer during World War II picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Repeat, we are under attack!"

On the other side of the intercom, the major's indifferent voice came, "Then abandon the airship and get ready for the ground battle."

Hundreds of tons of steel objects, coupled with the acceleration of gravity brought about by the vertical drop, made these airships almost unstoppable when they fell, and they crashed straight into the tall buildings in the city center.

boom!
The magnificent explosion flames bloomed, gravel splashed, steel flew horizontally, and the thick smoke rising could only be described by the word "covering the sky and blocking out the sun".

The horrific picture made London residents tremble with legs and despair.These ordinary people living in developed countries in peaceful times have never understood the horrors of war like they do today.

War-themed movies, no matter how ingenious the props, lighting, and sound effects are, no matter how well the director and leading actors cooperate, they can only develop towards the goal of "restoring the battlefield as much as possible".

Movies projected on huge screens are just artifacts.

The thick and pungent gunpowder smoke, the stinky blood, the unkempt residents fleeing in the ruins of the city, and the roar of explosions that came from nowhere.

Countless terrified people ran past Li Ang, but he didn't pay attention. He just raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the smoky place.

The pitch-black raindrops fell from the cabin of the crashed airship, rushing out obliquely in the smoke generated by the explosion,
It was hundreds of people wearing black hang-gliders, gliding slowly, landing steadily on the streets of London.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, stopped his movements, and casually walked to the middle of the street.

Amidst the thick smoke, figures appeared.

Wearing a double-breasted waist-style woolen coat designed for officers of the German Imperial Army during World War II, there are simple iron epaulets and collar patches on the clothes, a buckle-style military cap on the head, and a windproof mask on the face.

Rather than saying that they are big soldiers, it is better to say that they are officers who walked out of the history books.

The landmark buildings of the past were blown up and cut off, tens of millions of tons of reinforced concrete bricks were smashed head-on, the familiar streets and alleys were reduced to messy morgues, and those fresh, flesh-and-blood compatriots’ faces were all turned into cold dead bodies.

The war is not as magnificent and impassioned as people imagined, just like the high-spirited army under the Arc de Triomphe, like the clay puppet statues standing quietly in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.

War is always embarrassing, panic-stricken, cruel and barbaric, like rotten bones in a quagmire, like jagged thorns on a narrow mountain road.When causing panic and trauma, it infinitely magnifies the cowardice, cowardice and cruelty of human nature.

The German officers who came out of the smoke took off their masks.

Their lips were split to the sides, extending almost to the ears, and the sharp, pale teeth seemed hideously attached to the gums. The blood energy rippled on their bodies, and the crimson was almost solid.

The artificial blood race - the last ** brigade, finally landed on the land of London again after nearly a century.

(End of this chapter)