Sci-Fi War, Start With An Upgradeable Spaceship

Accompanied by the hissing sound of high-pressure gas.

The machinery that used the delicate principle made a slight sound.

The nutrient liquid in the nutrient tank is sucked out by conduits one by one.

Nanobots are also recycled.

The huge nutrition tank was slowly opened.

Several intelligent robots helped Sven from the nutrition tank to an operating table that had been prepared long ago.

On the operating table, the rotating mechanical table slowly fell, extending dense silver threads.

The silver thread spread along his body, enveloping his whole body.

These extremely lightweight silver metal wires are like nothing, each only atomic in size.

The reason why SK can see these silver threads.

Simply because the number is too large.

Thin threads wrapped his whole body.

The intelligent robot starts to adjust his body data.

Ske felt a huge amount of data appeared in his mind.

The silver thread was connected to his brain and neurons, and a vast amount of information and data also flooded into his thinking cerebral cortex.

Skye had never felt like his mind could think through every problem so clearly.

Within a few milliseconds, his brain also understood the Holy Light to a terrible degree.

Everything in the eyes turned into data.

In his eyeballs, countless messages suddenly lit up.

The weight, volume and many other data of the item are displayed in the brain.

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Unprecedented power poured into his body, giving him the illusion that he could easily tear apart the entire world.

A tall figure walked in from outside.

His steps are heavy and rhythmic.

The golden armor on his body means that he is a stranger.

Serve a powerful and mysterious leader.

A great man dedicated to saving humanity in the multiverse.

"How's the situation?" asked the man who walked in.

"The target data is normal, and the biological combat engine has been implanted successfully.

The robot spoke.

Ske looked at the soldier. He had seen him before, but he didn't know his name.

"What's your name?" Skye asked.

"You can call me Tiers, a member of Dorn's bodyguard, Primarch of the Fist of the Empire. I am glad that you will be one of us." Tiers whispered, "Not everyone is qualified To fight for the leader, we only want the strongest."

"I'm honored for this, what about my comrades?" Sk asked.

"The other two fighters have also entered the final stage, and will soon complete their transformation. 35 Tiers said, "The army is ready, and now, it's just waiting for you.

"What kind of army?"

"An army that is enough for you to easily recover your homeland." Tiers waved his hand, let the robot come over, and gave it instructions, "Send him to the recovery room. He must recover as soon as possible so that he can be put into the battlefield."

After a few days.

Sk stood on a huge metal platform.

In front of the majestic metal building, he looked very small.

The booming machinery sprayed out flames, and the sound of iron hitting iron came from all directions.

Sk never thought that steel and fire could forge such a miracle.

A magnificent city of steel stands in front of him.

Countless mechanical creatures are working in it.

Mountains and rivers were smashed, and the ore within them was thrown into furnaces to be quenched.

The molten iron juice is separated into hundreds of metals, and after being forged into blocks, it is cooled and rebuilt according to a certain ratio.

These mixed metals are cut, etched, folded, forged, and finished.

The hammer in Sk's hand was forged in this magnificent factory.

The power is even stronger.

Can easily emit thunder and holy light.

In the face of such weapons, no enemy can resist.

On the other side of the platform is an army of nearly a few (acfe) thousands of people.

Holding the latest weapons, they stood neatly waiting for Sik's order.

Men and women of the right age were organized.

Wearing a battle armor and holding a sword in his hand, his eyes are all looking forward to revenge.

Skye stretched out his hand, and a huge screen appeared in the air.

Stratholme, known as the Pearl City of Lordaeron, appeared in front of everyone.

Stratholme has been reduced to a horrible plagueland, and countless walking corpses and monsters are wandering in the ruins.

There are no living people here.

Stratholme is the origin of the plague and natural disaster, and the starting point of the fall of Alsace.

Sk chose it as the first place to recover.

The plague of the undead begins here, and it will end here.

All the soldiers straightened their bodies.

Even if they didn't make a sound, they could feel their anger burning for revenge.

“We will take back what is ours and make those responsible pay. 99

Skye raised his warhammer, surrounded by thunder and holy light.

The soldiers remained silent, and then followed the instructions to their respective posts.

Then, a huge metal ship rose into the air and headed straight for Stratholme.

Mount Hyjal.

Known as the crown of the sky, Nordrassil stands tall and majestic on the top of the mountain.

The giant dragon cast countless blessings on this giant tree, and it was these blessings that allowed the night elves to obtain eternal life.

And now, the holy land that the night elves regard as their home is suffering from the invasion of demons.

The second-in-command of the Burning Legion felt the terrifying wave of magic power coming from the land of Lordaeron.

More terrifying creatures have descended.

They must seize the World Tree as soon as possible. Only in this way can they pollute the life of the entire world and summon more members of the Burning Legion.

Archimonde led the main force of the Burning Legion to the top of the mountain.

The human army led by the Dalaran mage Jaina has been defeated.

Even the Orc Legion is about to collapse.

The Burning Legion cooperated with the Scourge, plus the traitorous orcs who drank the blood of demons.

For a time, the offensive was terrifying.

The coalition forces of the three races were beaten and retreated steadily.

"We need a group of reinforcements." Looking at the enemies rushing towards Mount Hyjal all over the mountains, Druid Malfurion looked at Medivh who had turned into a crow prophet in front of him.

The power of demons and undead is too strong.

It's not something they can fight against.

Only by seeking foreign aid can there be a glimmer of life.

Medivh hovered in the air, and then flew towards the direction of the land of Lordaeron.

There, perhaps there is the only vitality in this world.

If the owner of that mysterious magic power is willing to assist the coalition forces.

Then they still have the possibility of victory.

Otherwise, facing such a powerful Burning Legion and Undead Legion, they will only shed the last drop of blood.