Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Name:Holy Cross 18

Attributes: Holy·Hot·Light·Steel

Service: Mechanized Forces Imperial Army

Power: Steam high cylinder fire element furnace type 2

Main weapon: 110mm Holy Light energy projectile cannon

Development time: Holy Light Cross Calendar 15-18 years

Total combat weight: 43.34 tons

Maximum speed: 72.6 km/h

Driver: three people (dwarfs only)

First use battle: 21st year of Holy Light Cross Calendar, Silvermoon City Raid Battle

Excerpted from "Legion of Light·Army" magazine

Holy Light Cross Calendar Year 1200 Issue 87

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"boom!"

The muzzle roar of the steam Holy Cross tank was deafening.

An oval-shaped ball of fluid holy light energy was ejected from the barrel, turning into a conspicuous golden stream of light in mid-air at a super-high speed several times the speed of sound, and struck the ground arbitrarily several kilometers away.

The dazzling brilliant holy light instantly purified the undead within a hundred meters radius into ashes.

"Creak!" "Creak!"

The front armor was filled with a glistening golden light of glory. The steel behemoth driven by three dwarves, who were more slender than the dwarves, crushed the fearless charging groups one after another with the unique sound of the tracks turning.

A cannon fodder soldier.

"Yahweh bless, hahaha!"

"Captain Tyrion, I hit 1,227 more skeletons!"

A dwarf gunner, who was slender than a dwarf and wore goggles, saw that the combat calculator next to the sight had been adjusted up by a small section, and said happily to the commander sitting below him.

For this dwarf, the last race of the old alliance to join the empire under the persuasion of the dwarves, it seems that even the fierce battles cannot destroy their unique, optimistic and cheerful nature.

"Gunner Colmo, don't use our sacred artillery fire to attack those scum!"

"We can just run over these ordinary undead!"

Captain Tyrion, who wore a conspicuous sergeant's cross badge on his chest, was concentrating on driving the steel beast and continued without looking back.

"Lookout Mario, look to see if there are any big guys around?"

"Yes! Commander."

"At three quarters of the revolver track, there is a high-level abomination at 2.7 kilometers!"

The red-haired dwarf standing at the highest point in the cabin, in front of the lookout mirror, soon sent the message.

However, the big guy he found was a bit too big, and with the strength of this tank, it was really too much to swallow!

"Higher Abomination?"

"Damn it, the silver-level advanced undead creature is not something we can fight against. Colmo, fire holy light cannonballs to stop it from advancing."

"Mario drives the vehicle for me. I need to use the cross commander's emblem to contact the Pegasus troops in the air and apply for long-range Holy Light strike support!"

The expression of Captain Tyrion, a dwarf, changed. His small and slender body flexibly retracted out of the driver's seat, allowing lookout Mario to temporarily take over his seat. Then he sat cross-legged under the car and put the Holy Cross Sergeant on his chest.

Put the badge between your eyebrows, close your eyes and meditate, contact Shangfeng in the sea of ​​consciousness...

On the other side, the high-level undead also discovered this steel behemoth full of light.

A dazzling Holy Light energy bomb was fired from the muzzle of the steam tank, suddenly bursting out into a brilliant and dazzling Holy Light.

This huge abomination, nearly 5 meters tall and composed of corpses, raised its right arm high to protect his head, which was almost retracted among the rotting corpses on his shoulders.

"Zizzizi!"

Thick death energy, mixed with disgusting pus, spurted out from the crack in his right arm under the control of hatred, clashing fiercely with the bursting holy light, making a sound like sulfuric acid corroding an object.

"The Lich King is here!"

"This kind of attack can't do anything to Akto!"

Probably because his IQ was too low, the Lich King Ner'zhul was not brought to his side for protection. The giant abomination named Aktor was resisting the incoming Holy Light shells while roaring angrily at the tank.

The place where it is is advancing slowly.

Although each of these continuous Holy Light cannonballs bombarding its arms is enough to instantly destroy thousands of ordinary cannon fodder undead below the official rank, it can only allow the silver-level hateful Akto to charge.

The pace slowed down, but it could not cause any substantial harm to it. This thorn fruit clearly showed the huge strength gap between extraordinary ranks!

After about a dozen continuous rounds of holy light cannons, the steam tank seemed to give up its struggle and stopped attacking.

"What? Is the Holy Light exhausted?"

"Next, let Akto send you to see the Lich King!"

Seeing that the attack had stopped, Hatred, who was not very intelligent, put down the right hand that was protecting his head, pulled out a huge tree branch that was broken off at one side, and twisted his huge body, like a mountain of rotten flesh in hell, arrogantly

Crush the low-level undead skeletons swarming around and rush towards the place where the steam tank is...

In the eyes of outsiders, the steam tank that had stopped firing was doomed, but the development of the situation was always different from what people imagined.

"The 12th Wing of the Tianma Legion has accepted your application."

"The Holy Light Spell of the Transcendent Visual Range Legion, 'High-Level Heavenly Light', has locked onto the target you submitted."

"Countdown to attack, 10, 9, 8..."

As the voice sounded in the consciousness of the captain Tyrion, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the cabin, the little dwarf suddenly opened his eyes. A huge and eye-catching holy beam of light in the sky, from a distant and invisible high sky behind,

I don't know how many flying undead birds were purified along the way, and then they were heavily bombarded on the ground in front of them.

The menacing high-level abomination seemed to have not reacted yet. It had no time to dodge the sudden and powerful attack, and its entire body was instantly enveloped by the beam of light.

"No! Lich King, save Ake..."

There was only one unfinished cry for help, echoing low on the forest floor where thousands of square kilometers of undead had been cleared after the "high-level heavenly light" came.

"Captain, the hatred has been destroyed!"

"However, there is an official death knight who rushed to the rear when we ceased fire. Should we pursue him?"

In the cabin, gunner Colmo's voice woke up Tyrion, who was still in the state of shock after the long-range strike. Although they had seen such powerful and vast sacred strikes several times in imperial military exercises, what really happened was

On the battlefield, this was the first time I saw such a scene after a real attack.

"No, leave the formal death knight to our comrades behind us!"

After hating death, the rhythm of the battle returned to the right track again. Tyrion came back to his senses and returned to the driver's seat and spoke loudly.

“For the sake of Holy Yahweh, keep going!”

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"Keep your arms up!"

"Be careful to keep your pace!"

Lieutenant Repas of the Legion of Light, while loudly ordering his subordinates, allowed the boiling Holy Flame of Judgment in his body to be separated by one-tenth under his will, and instilled into the special officer's war gun in his hand.

In an instant, the top of the war gun specially made by the church's paladin suddenly lit up with a dazzling light that was ten times more powerful than an ordinary war gun.

"puff!"

This is the muffled sound made by the friction of the air after being fired from the light war gun in the hands of Lieutenant Repas of the Light Legion.

This beam, which was as thick as a baby's fist, struck heavily not far in front of the chest of a full-level death knight who had just been lucky enough to escape the steam tank attack.

More than ten years ago, this heavily armored knight-shaped undead monster, which would have taken dozens of rounds to destroy, now only resisted for such a short few seconds before it was concentrated in the chest.

The sacred power in the beam penetrated the undead energy shield on the body's surface and destroyed the undead fire in the body.

At the same time, at the feet of the death knight, the skeletal horse that was running stagnant due to the death of its master also received hundreds of attacks from Lieutenant Repas' men.

The third-generation light battle gun fired by hundreds of ordinary warriors of the Holy Arathor Empire is far smaller than the secondary sacred beam attacked by the bronze official priests. Although in the eyes of the silver-level undead executives of the Scourge Legion, it is so

Weak and ridiculous.

However, these attacks are enough to quickly eliminate the most terrifying and most feared of the undead natural disasters, the huge undead wave composed of cannon fodder undead.

Even though the death knight skeleton horse looks tall, and the undead energy inside is considered elite among ordinary undead creatures, the undead shield on the body can only resist the blows of 3 or 4 beams, and then is destroyed by more

Submerged in the sacred beam, he was instantly purified into a pile of bone powder, which fell on the battlefield.

"Very well, my brothers, move on!"

Second Lieutenant Repas was very satisfied with the cooperation of his subordinates after he defeated a powerful enemy, both large and small.

"Don't stop your steps, keep moving forward for the sake of Holy Yahweh!"

As a junior paladin officer from Yizhen, Darrow County, the former Kingdom of Lordaeron who had not long been united to the empire, he still habitually gave orders in a loud voice.

"For the sake of Holy Yahweh, yes, sir!"

Hundreds of soldiers behind him agreed in unison.

With the blessing of the holy halo under their feet and the surrounding light field, these brave imperial soldiers destroyed countless enemies along the way and moved forward quickly...

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The Legion of Light of the Holy Arathor Empire has been marching towards Silver Moon City from the exit of the hill for more than an hour.

But during this hour, those seemingly huge and seemingly endless legions of undead cannon fodder did not stop the footsteps of these Yahweh warriors who were charging forward at full speed even for a minute!

Relying on the steam tank charge in front, each hundred people formed a small sacred phalanx in the rear, and they fired hundreds of thousands or millions of sacred beams at the heads of the undead outside at all times.

The warriors of the Legion of Light, led by the church and empire leaders, were moving smoothly towards their destination, the ruins of Silvermoon City, like hot knives cutting through butter.

However, the main force of the natural disaster that had withdrawn from Quel'Thalas had already gathered in Silvermoon City under the leadership of the Lich King Ner'zhul.

Therefore, it is foreseeable that the smooth march of the Army of Light is about to end!

A truly arduous decisive battle is about to begin there, on the ruins after the destruction of the high elves...