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"Human, I want to have a one-on-one glorious showdown with you!"

A standard Texas English made Fisher think that he was not facing an alien, but a cowboy from a Texas farm, except that the cowboy was not holding a Winchester lever rifle. It's an axe gun, uh, a half axe gun.

"A guard appeared here, where is your prophet master? Was he killed by the Master Chief?"

Fisher poked the sore spot of the guards with one mouth. As elite honor guards, their mission is to protect the safety of the top leaders of the satellite alliance, that is, the prophets, and they did so, but they could kill the prophets. The people who are in the gang often kill a few unfortunate guards, such as the Master Chief. In addition, the record of Lieutenant Colonel Jerome 092 of the Spartan Red Team also has many unfortunate elite guards, so Fisher estimates that it should be After the Covenant split, this guard couldn't find a job, so he came to work for the Covenant commander. To put it bluntly, it was the way the royal guard came out to be a mercenary.

Sure enough, the guards who had been breached were angered, but Naihe was covered in blood and wounds. He couldn't make a sound if he wanted to scold him back, so he could only endure the injury and said to Fisher.

"Stop talking nonsense, human, I want to honor you with..."

"A gay guy opens my pants!"

Before the guard's voice fell, Fisher drew his sword in his hand, stepped forward, and the shining javelin was condensed in it, and the great sword was slashed out by the wind.

The two were staggered, Fisher retracted his sword and stood up. The guards were still standing in place, but their heads were nowhere to be seen. In the distance, an energy javelin shining with colorful streamers was flying into the valley below a familiar head.

"Look, I'm up, and I'll fight a chicken in seconds!!" Fisher turned around and shrugged, then put on his dual guns.

"All the staff on the bayonet, ready to attack!"

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The Covenant commander didn't know at this moment that his Guards had been blown to ashes by rockets, or the kind of ashes that couldn't even put together corpses. He had just returned to his spaceship at this moment, and then counted Check out the crew of the spacecraft.

It is a pity that because of the missionary's call, there are not many combat troops left in his hand. Now there are less than 1,000 crew members and mechanics left in the entire spaceship. Although there is no shortage of weapons, the problem lies in the degree of training and morale.

The Covenant commander tried to send some people back to the mothership again, but there was also bad news. The fourth-stage Spartans and a large number of hell paratroopers, which were made like humans planting potatoes, have been like eating, sleeping, and playing peas. He defeated his subordinates completely, if not accompanied by a large number of Prometheus knights, I am afraid that the Covenant army would have turned into a four-week outstanding military exploits.

The bad news continues. As the battleship's external battery has been damaged by nearly 80%, part of the hull has been damaged, the liquid cooling pipe has leaked, and the cabin has lost pressure and caught fire. The whole ship is not going to take off now.

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"Here is the attack crow one (two)! It's in place"

The two raven transport planes, which were hollowed out and replaced with a plasma cannon, were suspended at the rear of the CAS mothership, maintaining a distance of more than 200 meters from the opponent's jet engine. This is the second CAS mothership. The hangar, generally only supply ships and troop carriers will enter from this hangar, but this is also the closest large breakthrough to the power compartment of the CAS mothership. In order to prevent the Covenant commander from self-destructing his warship, Atlas must be in Get the power compartment at the first time, cut off the energy supply of the battleship, and then slowly concoct the rest of the battleship structure.

"Get ready to fire!"

The driver's left hand is on the emergency ejection lever, and the right hand is fine-tuning the lever. The sight on the eyepiece hud is aimed at the armor plate above the door of the mothership's hangar, where the generator of the airlock shield is located.

"Fire!"

Two hot plasma jets spewed out and hit the mothership's armor made of nanocomposite materials.

The high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees instantly gnawed off a large piece of armor like a cake, and then the second round of shelling, and the third round, the two attacking crows repeatedly bombarded, and finally tore the armor of the battleship, and then used plasma to blast it. The broken location creates a small chain explosion that destroys the energy shield blocking the airlock.

The crew of the spaceship guarding the hangar was shocked, and hurriedly set up their cannons to fight.

Then in the next second, amid the panicked shouts of the Covenant crew and the roar of guns, the first Falcon gunship rushed into the hangar with plasma fire, and before being completely beaten into a flaming fireball, Fisher jumped out of mid-air, his body twirled in the air, pulled out his great sword, and released a psychic shock that blasted all the panic-stricken guards in the hangar. side.

"We need support!"

When Fisher landed, more gunboats were integrated into the hangar. The pilots opened the cabin to release combat troops while strafing the hangar door with the 20mm cannon under the belly of the aircraft. A large number of Covenant crew members with little combat experience were like this. Facing the deadly firepower, the fragile flesh turned into broken flesh and flying armor, and the entire passage instantly turned into a flesh and blood purgatory.

"Sir, the second hangar has found the invaders, the garrison is retreating, they are attacking the power compartment!" The panic report of the Covenant crew, mixed with the fierce gunshots, quickly reached the ears of the Covenant fleet commander.

This tall golden-armored elite who has participated in countless wars looked at the map of the battleship area that had begun to turn red in front of him, but had another thing in his mind.

"Humans are the inheritors of the mantle. We are nothing but a group of thieves! Everything the prophet said is a lie!" A colleague's words echoed in the fleet commander's mind.

"Inheritance, who cares, what we really need is faith!" The fleet commander showed a bitter smile. Once their faith was guided by prophets, but now without prophets, the elites have also started civil wars, and he is I came to the backcountry to find what I really needed because I didn't want to get involved.

But now, it seems, his faith is not going to save him.

Thinking of this, the confused heart of the Covenant Commander suddenly calmed down. He showed his two energy swords, and the plasma energy flushed his face.

"It's time to embark on my pilgrimage too!"