East Sea Defense Line, retreat ten miles.
The originally indestructible breakwater has been trampled to a dilapidated state.
On the sea, black tide is surging.
Those are densely packed Skyhorn Clan heavy armored infantry.
They are more than three meters tall, and their thick scales glow coldly.
Chen Guoliang stood at the temporary command post, holding the broken sword with sweaty palms.
"Fire! Don't stop!"
Behind the defense line, hundreds of Heavy Spirit Energy Cannon doors kept roaring.
The energy beam hit the black tide hard.
The light is dazzling.
But when the light dissipated, the soldiers on the defense line stopped breathing for an instant.
Those Skyhorn Clan infantrymen just shook their bodies.
Several white marks were left on the scales, but they did not hinder their progress.
The pain actually inspired the ferocity of these interstellar bandits.
The corners above their heads lit up, they roared, and they raised their bone blades and accelerated towards the defense line.
"It's too hard... Our Spirit Energy Cannon can't penetrate it at all!"
A Martial Saint officer's teeth were chattering.
The ten-mile buffer zone disappears in an instant.
The front row of the Skyhorn Clan has washed up on the shore, and the bone blades volleyed down.
The few Dragon Kingdom Martial Artist who were at the front didn't even have time to raise their weapons, and they were chopped into two pieces with their shields.
The corrosive black energy instantly turned their flesh and blood into a puddle of black water.
Desperation spread across the defense lines.
At this moment, a long groan came from the sky.
A giant shadow of 100 meters tore through the clouds and appeared at the front.
Boom!
Thousands of tons of seawater were lifted into the air by this terrifying impact.
A dozen of the fastest charging Skyhorn Clan infantrymen were directly smashed into a pulp.
Nether Flood Dragon is coming!
Martial Emperor's coercion spread out without reservation, forcibly suppressing the momentum of the Skyhorn Clan's charge.
Nether Flood Dragon opened its mouth wide, and Dragon Breath poured out, sweeping across thousands of armies.
Hundreds of the Skyhorn Clan were struggling crazily among Dragon Breath.
Almost at the same time, the figure of Lin Feng fell from the sky.
Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear is in hand.
"Transport cabin, release." Lin Feng ordered coldly.
High in the sky behind, several heavy-duty Transport Aircrafts have their hatches wide open.
One hundred A-Type Mechanical Cheetah manufactured previously were airdropped directly into the center of the battlefield.
The moment it landed, the hatch burst.
A hundred mechanical afterimages burst out of it!
Chen Guoliang and the Martial Saint on the defense line were all stunned.
"Tactical Hunting Mode."
Following Lin Feng's command, the mechanical cheetah instantly broke into pieces.
They don't need the so-called morale and fear at all, and they have no pain.
Five mechanical cheetahs form a group and instantly lock onto a Skyhorn Clan infantryman.
They do not engage in head-to-head contact with each other's bone blades.
The two attracted attention from the flanks, and the source energy main cannon on the back directly hit Skyhorn Clan's chest.
Boom!
Skyhorn Clan Infantry's huge body briefly lost its balance.
The other three mechanical cheetahs jumped up instantly, their black gold claws popped out, and stabbed directly into their throats that were not protected by scales.
Kill with one blow!
Pull out the steering wheel and find the next target.
The whole process went smoothly.
Martial Emperor-class mechanical killing machine shows crushing harvesting efficiency on the battlefield.
With the addition of these one hundred A1 Mechanical War Beast units, the pressure on the defense line that was on the verge of collapse was suddenly reduced.
"Why are you so stunned? Kill!"
Duan Hongyuan entered the battlefield from the rear, Dragon Abyss Sword golden light burst out, and the sword beam of a hundred feet passed across, cutting off the three Skyhorn Clan in the middle.
The strength of veteran Martial Emperor completely exploded at this moment.
Lin Feng didn't stay where he was.
He held his gun and went straight into the densest center of the Skyhorn Clan.
The physical defense of these Skyhorn Clan warriors is indeed ridiculously high, but to Lin Feng, it is useless.
Spiritual power suddenly shot out from between the eyebrows.
The invisible spiritual awl directly pierced the corner defense of the Skyhorn Clan's forehead.
The dozens of the Skyhorn Clan that rushed up all froze in their movements and their eyes became distracted.
Lin Feng stepped on it and the ground shattered.
Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea!
Star Dragon World-Extinguishing Spear turned into an afterimage.
The tip of the gun penetrated their chests, and Platinum Dragon Flame poured into their internal organs along the gun body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
More than a dozen huge bodies exploded from the inside, and pieces of flesh and limbs mixed with black blood flew into the sky.
[Ding! Kill Martial Emperor-level Skyhorn Clan infantry and obtain Martial Path Points×10,000,000!]
[Ding! Kill Martial Emperor-level Skyhorn Clan infantry and obtain Martial Path Points×10,000,000!]
[Ding! Kill Martial Emperor-level Skyhorn Clan team leader and get Martial Path Points×30,000,000!]
The system prompts became one in Lin Feng's mind.
He didn't even look at the numbers on the panel. Starfall Nine-Tribulation Blade circled around him, cutting into pieces the aliens who tried to sneak attack from behind.
He's like a human meat grinder.
Wherever the spear passed, no Skyhorn Clan could stop him even half a step.
Just as the battlefield ahead becomes intense.
A shrill scream suddenly came from the left edge of the defense line.
A dozen Skyhorn Clan guerrillas, who were thinner and more agile, actually sneaked close to the bottom of the sea, bypassed the front fire network and the mechanical leopard, and rushed directly into the Dragon Kingdom's wounded Base Camp.
"Protect the wounded!"
Several Martial Saints in charge of the alert had red eyes and rushed forward desperately.
But when their weapons struck the guerrillas' scales, they only produced sparks.
On the other hand, looking at the opponent's bone blade, it shattered Martial Saint's Gale Qi shield with one strike.
A Dragon Kingdom soldier with a broken arm was leaning next to the stretcher, watching the bone blade slash towards his head.
He closed his eyes in despair.
Suddenly there was a harsh sonic boom in my ears.
The soldier with his eyes closed did not feel the pain of his skull being shattered. Instead, he felt a searing wave of air passing over his scalp.
He opened his eyes.
Skyhorn Clan There was a bloody hole in the guerrilla's neck at some point.
Platinum Dragon Flame is burning crazily on the edge of the blood hole.
The body suddenly fell to the ground.
Lin Feng appeared in the center of the wounded Base Camp at some unknown time.
His face was expressionless, holding a gun in his right hand and slightly spreading the fingers of his left hand.
Starfall Nine-Tribulation Blade turned into a strangulation net.
"Death."
Lin Feng thin lips are slightly open.
Under the precise control of the ninth-grade mental power, Flying Daggers avoided the Dragon Kingdom soldiers at an incredible angle and went directly to kill those Skyhorn Clan guerrillas!
Puff puff puff!
The sound of the skull being crushed from the inside by Flying Daggers was heard.
The guerrillas who infiltrated Base Camp didn't even swing their swords a second time. They all collapsed to the ground, their brains and black blood bleeding all over the floor.
Lin Feng Without even looking at the corpse on the ground, he pulled out the spear inserted into the corpse, turned around and charged towards the front battlefield again.
The killing continues.
The sea water has been dyed with a foul stench by the black blood of the Skyhorn Clan.
When Nether Flood Dragon burned the last few injured heavy armored infantry to ashes with a mouthful of Dragon Breath, the first wave of the Skyhorn Clan that landed was finally completely cleared.
The beach is littered with debris.
One hundred mechanical cheetahs were also covered in scars, and some of the mechanical legs were severed, but the red light in their eyes was still cold and stern.
Dragon Kingdom Martial Saint They even collapsed in the blood, gasping for air, and even the hands holding the weapons were cramping.
Duan Hongyuan was leaning on Dragon Abyss Sword, his chest heaving violently. He wiped the blood from the side of his face, looked at the corpses on the ground, and gave a bitter smile.
"This is just the first fucking wave."
Everyone's tense nerves just wanted to relax for even a second.
Boom!
The entire East Sea sea surface suddenly trembled ten times more strongly than before.
That was the roar coming from the depths of space Rift.
The red light at the edge of Rift surged, almost tearing the entire sky apart.
Immediately afterwards, huge whirlpools tens of meters wide were created on the sea surface.
The silhouette, which was several times larger than the heavy armored infantry, slowly appeared in the thick fog opposite Rift.
Every time they took a step, the seawater was squeezed away, making a deafening sound of waves.
What is even more frightening is that on the backs of these behemoths, there are actually black towers that exude Destruction fluctuations.
Above the tower, a thick energy cannon tube can be vaguely seen being charged.
War Giant Beast.
They are Skyhorn Clan's mobile firefortresses.
A suffocating sense of oppression swept across the sea.
Many of the wounded on the defense line were even directly suppressed by this breath and vomited blood.
The second wave is coming.
And it's more than one level stronger than the first wave.
Lin Feng stands at the front of the breakwater.
He raised his head and glanced in the direction of Rift, then turned his head slightly and looked at Northern Territory in the distance.
In my mind, the voice of Balen sounded.
"Balen, you have to hurry up."