The surging energy was injected into the system. The technical creatures from the ancient hometown buzzed in the energy surge, the energy pipelines were leaping, the mechanical structures were cheering, and the huge elemental leap tower emitted brilliant light layer by layer. In the powerful magic pulse, the barrier between the elements and the real world was broken, and a special space crack slowly opened, as if a dark and deep eye appeared in the center of the vortex, and rippling waves were surging in the eyes-

"Evaporate!" "Evaporate!" "Evaporate!"

The siren cheered, and a large number of blue light suddenly floated in the leap field. The bodies of siren became illusory, surged, and endless mist rose. In almost the blink of an eye, ten thousand deep-sea warriors, wave pioneers, and tide masters completely lost their bodies, evaporated into surging steam, and rushed to the elemental cracks in the sky.

A series of thunderous whistling sounds sounded in the leaping stadium. On the huge square, the figures of the siren quickly became sparse. As the "Expeditionary Force" condensed into giant air masses entered the cracks, the energy pipes around the square that extended along the terrain and leading to the mothership in the distance dimmed one by one, and a large number of auxiliary equipment also opened their respective heat dissipation grids and began to release the accumulated heat energy.

Petia breathed a little, her long silver-white hair gently raised in the sea breeze. The deep-sea ruler raised his head and stared at the distant sea surface, as if his vision passed through the barrier of space and saw the sisters who were already far away on another continent.

She sighed softly: "I didn't expect... we will restart these ancient devices... This season of land civilization is really interesting."

"It's interesting and dangerous," said Rosalia, a deep-sea maid, gently wielding the snake's tail and next to Petia. "Creating a 'god' with human power, and trying to hunt a 'god' with human power... No matter what their gods are, the way humans do this season is enough to be called shocking."

"...Maybe Siren should learn the 'shocking' of these short-lived races. After all, they can create a wonderful technology like a rainbow light device," Petia said softly, then she looked up at the elemental rift that had not been closed above the Flip Tower, and ordered, "Keep the passage open until the sisters return."

"yes."

Petia looked around the square again, and on several nearby high platforms, the soldiers were keeping alert. More than a dozen weapons and devices with elegant arcs and shell-like armored armor pointed far away at the cracks in the sky. Between the armored cracks of the devices, the glimmer of water continued to surge.

The Siren lost a lot of technology in this world, and a large number of ancient equipment could not operate, but after all, after so many years of hard adaptation, they still have some good things.

"The particle pulse turret remains semi-activated. If something that is returned from the crack is something I don't recognize... I will shoot it down directly."

"Yes, your Majesty."

...

The magic crystal rail cannon exploded, and the obelisk-shaped shells roared sharply in the air. After a brief delay, the shells hit the target, and a hazy flame and scattered flesh and blood were blown up on the holy and weird monster.

The hunter fought very accurately, and now the prey was successfully angered.

The terrifying flesh and blood creature emitted a roar that could only be described as crazy noise. The heaven and earth changed color in the roar, and the earth was instantly covered by scorching scorch marks and countless strange flower vines. It shook its body in several consecutive explosions, and then rushed out the smoke formed by the explosion, as if a powerful energy impact was brewing between the light-cast deer antlers.

The chariot engine roared, and the "Brave" commando rushed out before the monster rushed out of the smoke - before firing the cannon, all the engines were preheated. After firing the cannon, all the chariots did not delay for a second, and directly entered the next stage of the "hunting" according to the scheduled plan.

Seven chariots began to gallop on a scorched plain, and the angered artificial god roared and launched a chasing wildly. It released its uncontrollable power and released the "power of gods" implanted by all the dead people in its body. In this chasing and escaping, a chaotic road mixed with scorched marks, flowers, death, and vitality extended on the earth. From a high altitude, this chaotic crazy road was like a giant python passing through scorched earth, and the front end of the python... pointed to the Solinburg defense line of the Cecil Legion.

After full awakening, the power of the artificial god was further enhanced and mutated. Now, even if there is no life around, the monster can make stones and steel bloom into flowers.

The wild wind blew up, wrapped in dry sand and stones, slapped the armor of tanks, and heavy chariots ran in the rugged war zone. The tracks crushed the charred and cracked land, crushed the land that once belonged to the king, the lord, and the knights, crushed the land where serfs and untouchables had been bleeding and sweat for generations. The furious "gods" roared, and hot plasma jets whipped behind the "Braves" team like a long whip, creating crisscrossing fiery cracks on this road.

The giants wandering on the plain were also angry. They "heared" the noise-like roar and heard the call of the superior node. They responded, making the same chaotic and inexplicable roar, rushing towards the trajectory of death and vitality, scorch and flowers. The bright arc of arc of arcs lit up in the distance, and countless shaking giant shadows appeared at the edge of vision.

A large army of monsters was gathering. Hanter could feel the malice and hostility that could not be dissolved in the air. Even with the protection of the mental protection system, he felt his heart beating wildly as if it was exploded. He looked at the plain outside through the observation window, saw the electric snake dancing wildly, and angry giants rushed from all directions. The sky became particularly gloomy every minute and every second. This scene was like the end of the world described by bards in the poem.

Now, Hunter's experience can really be written into the book.

The tank continued to accelerate, and the engine made an overwhelming roar. The repulsive mechanism seemed to tear the connecting rods and gears apart, but the speed of these first-generation tanks had exceeded the design speed and were close to its structural limit. Every roar of those mechanical devices was completely disintegrated, a countdown to get stuck, and the furious "god" was getting closer and closer.

In fact, Hant didn't know what the deer was. His commander or the commander may know, but what does that matter?

He is a soldier or a hunter, and now he is going to complete the missions of both the soldier and the hunter at the same time.

Armored griffin swept through the sky

A minute later, a dazzling white light suddenly came from the east, sweeping across the earth near the Braves' Squad with a low buzzing sound. Hundreds of crystal cluster giants were wiped out in the white light and turned into wisps of smoke.

They entered the range of beam cannons at the Solinburg defense line.

In the Iron Throne, Maryland stared at the surveillance footage sent back by the observation car of the Brave Squad. Outside the car window beside him, a rainbow-like energy beam shot out from the mountain wall in the distance, crossed the defense line building, and swept across the sky on the southwest side.

There was almost no delay, and on the surveillance screen that was transmitted, he also saw the beam of light through the perspective of "Brave".

The deafening cannon sounded, and the heavy fortress cannons set up in the mountain bunker began to shell the shells one after the calibration beam was fired. Countless artillery shells, large and small, and beams containing powerful energy, crossed the distant space distance and launched an attack on the enemy who was still outside of vision. The continuous cannon sound was even louder and denser than any day after the establishment of this line of defense. If it weren't for the sound insulation barrier that opened in time in the tactical section, Maryland would probably not even hear its own voice in this environment of roaring artillery fire.

The adjutant's voice came from the side: "General! All units have begun attacking according to the pre-determined instructions, and the Braves team entered the cover area."

"Continue to attack and divert the target's attention," Maryland ordered loudly, "The 'Hound' Squadron, go to pick up the Braves--and then retreat to the East as planned.

"The defense line has full firepower attack for ten minutes, and then each unit will evacuate according to the schedule.

"Iron Throne Power Ridge Charging, Release the Chassis Limit Hook."

As orders were issued one by one, the responses from subordinates and the nervous and busy commands were heard around him, but at this moment, Maryland's mood calmed down.

The soldiers here are excellent soldiers, and the commanders are also excellent commanders. As Cecil's most powerful and advanced ground war machine, the Iron Throne enjoys honor. Every crew member is an elite recruited from various troops. He is a veteran who has experienced the Battle of Cecil's Defense, the War of the Southern United War, and the Battle of the Rock Fortress. These veterans, coupled with the war machines that are powerful enough, Maryland is already the best card that this country can take out.

He can no longer ask for more.

On the defense line, all units began to act according to the instructions, holding on to what should be held and evacuated. Maryland and his crew members were waiting quietly in the control center of the Iron Throne, and finally waited for the next stage to arrive-

"The target enters the visual range!" a soldier shouted loudly.

The monster full of contradictions and strangeness appeared. Along with the large swath of smoke and dust rising from the distant plains, the monster composed of flesh and blood appeared in the light and ran wildly towards the direction of the defense line.

It was scarred and flesh and blood disintegrated. I don't know how many of it was originally its deformed body, and how many were injured by shells and beams fired from the defense line. It seemed that it had suffered a considerable degree of trauma, but judging from its distance and speed, this defense line might be difficult to block it.

Maryland couldn't help but sigh that if there were more orbital cannons and beam cannons, they might be able to block the monster, but he also knew that this was unrealistic - those huge weapons could not be produced overnight, and even if they were produced, the technical soldiers who had the ability to manipulate them were not enough.

The artificial god noticed the obstacles that were blocking the front, and also noticed that the root cause of the continuous pain to itself was the "flying insect" that was blocking its launch. It instinctively angrily, running in anger, as if it would soon break through the Cecilian city defense.

But defensive warfare is not just about "staying".

The target entered the marking range, the orbital turrets between the mountain walls gradually calmed down, and the four beam cannons also stopped at the same time. All magic nets in various positions were shut down, but in the center of the entire defense line, a war machine that had been dormant for a long time was activated.

With several cannons, the arsenal sections at the head and tail of the "Iron Throne" showed their fangs, and the large rail cannons made a deafening roar. As the giant cannon sounded, several magic crystals installed on the top of the heavy train were also lit up at the same time, and strong magic fluctuations instantly permeated the battlefield.

For a monster who is in a frenzy and targets life and magic, the attraction of this bait is simply irresistible.

"The Arsenal section opens fire, and the first round of attack hits!"

"Car-mounted magical obelisk activates!"

"The target starts moving again!"

Maryland took a deep breath, raised his arm, and waved it heavily:

"Iron Throne, start!"

A loud whistle sounded between the mountains and the plains, and the collision and friction of mechanical operation sounded in one piece. The armored train covered with black armor and thick shields started. The high-performance repulsive propulsion method and low-friction chassis design made the heavy steel monster far more flexible and rapid than it seemed. While the furious "god" began to turn to chase, the train had left the platform along the track, rushed out of the defense line, rushed towards the direction of the white sand dunes, and continued to accelerate.

And behind the Iron Throne, on the plain on the west side of the charging track, is the artificial god who began to chase after his rage.

Behind the "God", the traces of vitality and death, scorch and flower vines turned a striking bend in front of the Solinburg defense line, turning to the south, and extending all the way.
Chapter completed!