Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The five Imperial Fixers also found Herrian stretching his teeth and claws towards them.

They were slightly overshadowed and seemed to have some confusion as to what the mad Confederate Major was going to do.

But the next second, the crystal magnets and hive miniature flying sword launchers scattered across their armor, all gathered extremely dangerous light.

The final storm is about to strike, and Herren doesn't care about anything anymore. He just wants to gather his last drop of wisdom, courage, spirit, will, and desire, and all of us to swing in this knife, not toward this garbage, but toward the endless star sea, and he wants to tell the universe ——

“I've been here! ”

Herrian's ugly face smiled like a teenager, ready for the baptism of glare, bullets, radiation, ripples, shaking knives and chainsaws.

The only regret is that all this came too hastily, he had just recovered his proud heart as a teenager, and had not had time to “sacrifice his strength” to think of a euphemism that was well documented… even in the local textbooks of primary and secondary schools in Pungo City.

Though, no one will ever hear it again.

But the next second, just as the other party's miniature hive sword warehouse opened, even the devastated glare came out, five imperial armorers joined a large area around, all devoured by hundreds of clusters of snow and white light balls!

The light sphere expands to hundreds of meters in a tenth of a second, and then extinguishes in a tenth of a second. In that moment, in less than half a second, the vast majority of the matter in the sphere's swallowing range is extinguished, leaving only some finely fragmented cosmic dust, still shining with colorful light!

There is still a white light on Herrian's retina, but a small “blank bubble” has appeared on the battlefield, an imperial armorer in the blank bubble, like a bacteria eaten by white blood cells, with heavy losses!

Herren stared. If the dragon killing knife is not directly adsorbed on the armor of the palm of the hand, the war knife will definitely come out.

“This is--”

He closed his eyes and looked in the direction of the cannon blast.

Remote scanning of the crystal eyes has been damaged, and under intense battlefield psychomagnetic interference, it has not been possible to connect to its own war network, and it has not been possible to call the images captured by the Federal Army's large detection crystal eyes.

He could only blur and see some fine light spots, like... thin as a cicada razor, steering the invisible cosmic wind, inserting the black wind fleet before and after two jumps between clusters, the most vulnerable gap!

“It's our fleet! ”

Herrian stared wide, clamped his knife handle on the helmet, and tried to knock several damaged crystalline eyes.

Don't say that the restoration technique, which is widely circulated among veterans, seems to have become a little clearer on his retina, making him see clearly that it is a small but fast-paced Federation fleet, not knowing where it was hidden, as if it were drilled directly out of the gap in the universe.

Despite his rank as Major, Herrenlian has little command and command. He is a purely combat-type practitioner. He has followed the "Spirit Soldier” route and has no knowledge of the battleship showdown.

After all, however, he is also a veteran of the Confederate Army through hundreds of wars. He still has his own very sensitive judgment on winning and losing situations.

His criterion is to see how neat the tail flame is - regardless of the size and strength of both sides, almost every fleet showdown in which he participates will be won by the neatly aligned side of the tail flame.

Even if the two sides are mixed up in a muddy mixed war, it is often the party that can unite the tail flames first, recover from the chaos first, and win the final victory!

But this time, the tail flame from this mysterious fleet of our own is so perfect that it's “neat and in one piece"!

Herrian is not a good dancer, he has been slaughtered and cultivated over the years, nor has he accumulated too many artistic cells, but he still experiences a thrilling beauty from the deflection, flipping and arcing of these tail flames and the changing colour.

Wild bee dancing, razor flights, wolf swarms, mysterious fleet assaults, attacks, and evasion to such an extent - even outsiders like Herrenhal, guided by their scalpels, found weaknesses in the Black Wind fleet, as if the whole battlefield had been cleared up by the appearance of the Mysterious Fleet!

Herlene saw the first wave of attack clusters led by the flagship Black Whirlpool, and the second wave of attack clusters carrying a large number of torches, as they jumped in two parts, pulling a certain distance from each other.

Originally, the Tian Yuan fleet had been completely crumbled, and the original fleet had been overwhelmed, unable to stop the integration and formation of the two parts of the Black Wind fleet.

But this mysterious fleet drilled out at the moment when the Black Whirlpool was the most intrusive, silently pounding into the Black Wind fleet, carrying a large number of burdensome rears.

They look like the sharpest razors, one layer shredding the shell of the Black Wind fleet, followed by storms and indiscriminate bombardments, turning those fragile torches into fireballs!

In quantity, they are far less than the Black Wind fleet, and the onboard firepower seems to be slightly lower, but in terms of timing and coordination between the starships...

They are the most powerful fleet Herron has ever seen!

Herrian saw the Black Wind fleet being shot in the butt, and the head with the Black Whirlpool at its core was spinning with impatience, and the vast fleet stretched out six "tentacles” of hundreds of starships like a cosmic octopus in an attempt to surround the Mysterious Fleet on six sides.

The Mysterious Fleet, like the most cunning little fish, walked out before the "tentacles” came along, swimming between columns, and even smelled like idle walking.

Then the formation suddenly changed, harassing from the outside, like a mosquito that could only bring the popular madness, that is, not allow the front and rear of the Black Wind fleet to merge.

Rapid attack, fierce fire, obscene evasion, unable to catch, unable to kill, unable to get rid of, they are not like giant warships of at least hundreds of meters long, but like a single warship wrapped in soap bubbles!

“ …… ”

Herlene does not know if the advent of this mysterious fleet can reverse the whole battle - after all, their numbers and firepower are still too weak compared to the Black Wind fleet, and I'm afraid they can only be harassed for a short time.

However, the Mysterious Fleet attracted all the attention, and now the main battlefield became a combination of the front and rear parts of the Black Wind Fleet. The Imperial Armorers, who were already cleaning the battlefield, rushed back like crazy, and the wreckage of their Uranus fleet cooled down instantly.

Nobody noticed him, and there were millions of ordinary soldiers around him who were either dead or still floating quietly in tin cans.

If this is what the thief God revealed to him, then he can't just sit around waiting for help.

Herrian spent a long time exploring the battlefield, finding more medicines and energetic foods from the crystal first-aid kit of several of his dead colleagues, replenishing them in his first-aid kit, and luckily finding some plug-in psychic injection units to mount on the crushed crystal armor to slightly increase the speed.

There are still plenty of intact chainsaw swords and shock knives on the battlefield, but Herren couldn't resist the dragon killing knife that had been following her for a long time and had been interrupted.

Anyway, this giant knife was three or four meters long, and even if it was halfway broken, even if it was filled with cracks and gaps, even if it could completely collapse in the next second ——

But in this second, it can still fight!

Herrian turned the knife handle upside down, tapped three times on the helmet and yelled at herself: “You are Herrian! You're Herren Lee! You're a fucking Herren!

“Do something, whatever it takes! ”

Herrian aroused his spirit and activated the power array and ejection unit, killing thousands of starships and rushing into the most intense airspace of the war.

Now he doesn't know exactly what he can do.

But first, he's going to think of a really big, really big, really bloody phrase.

……

Outsiders look lively, insider gateways, the mystery of the Great White Fleet appearing in the Supreme Command Center of the Federal Defense Council compared to outsiders like Herriot has caused a white storm ten times stronger.

Thanks to the tireless efforts of crystal brain and spiritual network experts, one communication line after another has been repaired, one detection lens after another has been reconnected, and the previously obscure battlefield has been cleared up.

The windy, looting attack trajectory of the Great White Fleet has also been turned into an incredible amount of data, spraying the faces of all senior federal personnel.

“From the front to the rear of the Black Wind Fleet, it was plugged straight through, causing massive chaos in the rear of the enemy, but not more than 2% of its own battle damage! ”

“Fifteen minutes! In just fifteen minutes, it changed from a conical attack formation to a butterfly battle formation with a simultaneous defense, even the original fleet did not do it in the exercise! A fleet of this size will take at least 20 minutes to complete the deformation, not to mention in the midst of such a high intensity of artillery fire! ”

“Isn't this really the Great White Fleet, a miscellaneous army of carriers and star thieves? Even after so many years of investigation, their method of warfare is still the guerrilla and harassment of the star thieves, how can they put such a perfect golden battlefield in the face of the Great Fleet? ”

“More than that, more than that! Look at the gunfire and armorer of the Great White Fleet, and look at their prediction of the Black Wind Fleet counterattack route. That amazing rhythm has taken the Black Wind Fleet with its nose, let alone the coordination of hundreds of starships as one! The art of command, even in the original fleet, what level of command can you imagine? ”

“Is it true that the man in command of the Great White Fleet is the White Star Sword, the half-hunger... driven out of the original fleet? ”

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