Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

Holding the gun handle soaked in sweat, their shoulders were swollen under the recoil from the gun butt. In just 10 minutes, they fired non-stop, trying to use the firepower net to hinder the enemy's advance.

However, it makes no sense.

The mercenaries still fell to the ground one by one. No matter how fierce the metal storm was, they were still vulnerable to these magic attackers who were far beyond ordinary people.

During these 10 minutes, every magician who was comparable to a master of martial arts was like a ferocious beast. As long as the mercenaries caught up by them would fall to the ground, they would die unconsciously.

These people are strong men raised by Xianshen Island. Each of them has gone through countless wars. They are much more terrifying than the mercenaries from the Middle East. They are attacking magicians who can open monuments and crack stones at will. They didn't even use weapons, and they could easily teach mercenaries to be human with just fists.

From the very beginning, this was a crushing battle. Tens of thousands of 'amber gold bullets' were thrown out, but they did not cause the slightest casualties to the enemy. In the mercenaries whose heavy weapons were cleared by Nangong that month, an atmosphere of defeat was brewing.

"Damn it! Why don't those vampires come here! This time we will lose the battle!" The middle-aged commander roared, the walkie-talkie on his shoulder had been scrapped, and under the interference of the other party regardless of the channel, even the most elite The short-wave communication equipment is also meaningless.

——Unless, a large radio station with automatic frequency tuning is used, but it is impossible for them to run away with that kind of thing!

"Withdraw! Withdraw! I won't fill in all my troops here!" Seeing that there was no hope for the rescue of the 'friendly army', the commander could only growl and back away, leading the mercenaries who had discarded their armor and armor to the distance. run away.

But it's a pity, these humans who have only experienced military training for a period of time, how could they be able to defeat the magic attack masters who are all masters of martial arts?

Although most of them are Buddhist martial arts or ninja tricks, these attacking magicians themselves should not be underestimated. Their "master" is the fairy girl Sasaki Misaki who is known as one of the "Four Fist Immortals". These mortals can be described as relaxed and comfortable.

One after another, they rushed towards the defeated army who had discarded their helmets and armor. These mercenaries did not have the custom of staying behind. Once they retreated, they would be defeated. There was no orderly formation at all, let alone blocking when retreating.

And at this moment, on the other end of the island, on the golden beach.

The azure blue landing ship washed up on the coast and ran aground on the shore.

Immediately afterwards, soldiers in mercenary uniforms came out dragging iron boxes one after another.

Those iron boxes were about the size of a human being, and each had a huge number of seals on it.

The next moment, these soldiers rushed back to the landing ship, and amidst a burst of mechanical roar, the hanging plate in front of the landing ship was lifted again.

And as all these were ready, the thick iron boxes were slowly opened, and the frozen white mist gushed out, revealing lovely and pure girls on the beach.

The eyes slowly opened, and they were no longer human eyes, but like flowing gold, seemingly incomparably bright eyes, and the faint blood in them brought awe-inspiring killing intent to them.

Sitting up gently, the wings spread out one by one on the back, stretching out the thin gray cloth, and the holy brilliance circulated around them, and the unparalleled sense of holiness made anyone feel ashamed.

These are 'angels', experimental products called [modeled angels], each of which has five or six figures of strength in Hakoniwa, and the phenomenon of 'dimension occlusion' can make it ignore most of the damage .

And in their bodies, there is a full reserve of spiritual cores with the magic power of the "anti-city level" Noble Phantasm, and even once they are detonated, they can completely wipe the island from the sea, but this powerful power has been mastered In the hands of this group of molded angels without the slightest ego.

Yes, they have no ego, not even a 'weapon', each one is just the simplest 'bomb', the only use is to throw it into the crowd and use it to carry out terrorist attacks on the enemy - because, these The powerful molded angels are completely uncontrollable, that is to say, there is no way to completely control them, let alone drive them as weapons.

However, with the efforts of tens of thousands of researchers in the 'War King Field', they finally found the means to drive them, which is to let them identify the enemy and the enemy.

In other words, these modeled angels are different from the scum in the original book. They can identify the enemy and the enemy to a limited extent, so that they will not cause damage to their own soldiers. Although they cannot reach the level of cooperation in combat, they can at least barely be thrown on the battlefield. up.

Anyway, in the territory of the 'Warlord Domain', there are as many human beings as second-class citizens, no matter how many girls are sacrificed, right?

The modeled angels fluttered the wings on their backs, ignoring the huge landing ship behind them, but flew straight into the air, intending to wipe out the magicians and mercenaries in the forest—the mercenaries already knew There are too many secrets, in order to prevent retaliatory military action by the 'Kingdom of Artikia', so naturally these people should be silenced.

But right now!

".ˇ嗖` 〃!" There was a sound of piercing through the air, and golden brilliance burst out.

"噗..." A molded angel in the team was hit, and the thick vajra pierced through her body, directly smashing the graceful girl to pieces.

The drizzle of flesh and internal organs fell, and the air in front of the molded angel was also slightly distorted.

The flying boat decorated with gold and emeralds is displayed in the air, and the tyrant in golden armor is staring at the group of model angels in front of him with contempt.

"It's not so much the messenger of the gods, it's better to say that it's a monster that represents (Li's) disaster." The mocking tone echoed in the air, and Gilgamesh looked down at the angels, with a ferocious smile from the corner of his mouth. appeared. "Although your way of insulting the gods is quite my appetite, but ah, such filthy things are really difficult to see..."

"Boom! Boom!" The golden door opened, and the two treasures shone like gold, shooting towards the modeled angels.

The next moment, two snow-white figures fell to the ground, and in the pool of blood, only the girl's wailing sound remained.

"So, this king bestowed relief on you! Sincerely thank you! Bastards!"

The sky was full of golden ripples, and the rain of countless precious treasures shrouded the sky, but the modeled angel with the 'dimension cover' turned into a rain of blood like a bird caught in a heavy rain.

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Chapter 520 The Demon Race That Turned into Blood Mist (Seeking a Reward)

The holy angel descended like a bird. It looked like a messenger of the gods, but in fact it was a modeled angel created by human beings. At this moment, it was washed by the rain of treasures.

No one can resist the bombardment one after another, no matter how hard they try, no matter how hard they try, it is difficult to get even an inch closer to that stalwart figure.

The hero king Gilgamesh, the king who has existed in history for decades, once again showed his sharp majesty at this moment. Even if he looks like a messenger of gods, even if he can cut off the defense of space, but for him Words are meaningless.

The birth of the molded angels is not unrelated to the holy relics, so, using the treasures that are also attached to history as bullets, these lovely birds can naturally be easily shot.

The modeled angels fell on the beach, blood and broken corpses constituted a beautiful picture, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the holy brilliance emerged from the corpses.

The power stored in these molded angel 'spiritual cores' was completely released, and the sacred scenery was unforgettable.

An unspeakable sense of coercion is densely distributed in this sky. Even if the enemy is an 'angel' that can fly, the high-altitude monarch still stands above these angels, suppressing these molded angels with the incisive rain of treasures, unable to continue fly upwards.

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In just tens of seconds, most of the molded angels in the blue sky had died, leaving only a few solitary ones sprinting left and right, trying to escape the bombardment of the treasure.

However, it makes no sense.

"Humble bastard, let me down! How are you entitled to enjoy the same sky as this king!" Unreasonable and arrogant remarks came, the heavy rain of treasures became more dense, dozens of sharp swords swept across, a The poor angel was stabbed into a hedgehog, and then fell to the ground in an unwilling wail.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he sacrificed his life, it was absolutely impossible to get close to him. Even the all-powerful 'self-destruct' would be useless under Gilgamesh's height advantage.

Victory and defeat!

"Damn! Is it so difficult?" Looking at the proud figure in the sky, the mercenary commander on the landing ship was stunned.

Behind him, the figures hidden under the cloak looked at each other, and then disappeared into waves of blood mist, leaving only a thick layer of cloak falling on the ground, unnoticed by anyone.

The next moment, a silver light hit the ship made of steel.

"boom!"

Dazzling flames soared into the sky (bgbb), which could be clearly discerned even on the sea several kilometers away.

The golden pestle tore through the steel, and the magic power contained in it exploded mercilessly, destroying the sturdy troop carrier in an instant, and blasting dozens of mercenaries into dross.

Pieces of steel armor scattered here and there, looking at the burning beach, Gilgamesh showed a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Following the grin, the only remaining molded angel was completely dismembered under the fire of the treasure, turning into a cloud of blood and spraying on the beach—even though, this blood still couldn't extinguish the flame of hatred.