The Original Seeker

"Spell Ninety-two Spirits!" In order to further strengthen the attack he output, Yamamoto took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from the inner layer of the samurai uniform.

This piece of talisman paper from the strongest Onmyoji Yumu in Yamato is one of the parting gifts he left to this country. As the leader of the Compromisers, Kuchaki gave up everything and left Yamato long before the war began.

The talisman burned spontaneously without fire, and instantly turned into a wisp of light smoke. The blood red rune inscribed in it turned into a little spark and sank into Yamamoto's body.

Soon, the Yan Ling released by Yamamoto changed the mechanical void before and became as agile as having life.

Yan Ling didn't fight alone anymore, blindly chasing the target, but formed many small battle groups to outflank the enemy in a more efficient way.

Following Yan Ling, Yamato's Samurai team.

After being strengthened by the onmyoji in the rear, they carried a long knife that could easily chop off the tank, and galloped from low air like humanoid mechas.

Tier 3 warriors who have received multiple spells and blessings can reach Tier 4 in a short period of time, and they are barely qualified to participate in this battle and become one of the cannon fodder.

The power of the spell covering the inside and outside of the body can protect them at least from being killed by the aftermath, but facing the main force of Tier 5, it is still not enough.

It just relied on the relatively large number and used lives to bridge the gap in combat power between Yamato and the invading troops.

"Why do you want to do this kind of unnecessary resistance?" Bahamut looked at the frenzied faces around him, and his face was full of puzzled swordsmen who kept rushing to die.

In its view, these poor little ants tried their best to rush to their side without sacrificing them, and they could only give themselves a painless bite if they were up to the sky.

The wounds they created could be completely healed in a few seconds with the powerful bodies of the Four Saints.

From the perspective of combat, their sacrifices are simply meaningless.

"This country belongs to our country! How can you understand that you beasts that don't even have civilization!" Several red-eyed warriors who were closest to it, answered Baham with howls that almost tore their throats. Special question.

"Oh." It slapped a few people into a cloud of blood with one paw, as if they were too noisy. "Can't you talk well? You have to yell like a madman."

"Have you thought about things like civilization again?" Bahamut sneered at the words of the little people, showing a look of despise.

When they were indiscriminately killed by human beings in the dense forest, no one had ever said a word for themselves. Even if mutant creatures possess high intelligence, they can actually communicate. In fact, many people know it.

It's just that everyone pretends to be stupid, and is unwilling to take a step that destroys the interests of countless people, using the pretext of defending the interests of mankind as an excuse to continue to slaughter mutant creatures instead of actively starting to communicate.

It wasn't until the white land turned out that everything was changed.

Now when they are counterattacking humanity, these guys actually talked to themselves about civilization and barbarism? It smiled contemptuously, and then used the laser on its tail to instantly evaporate these nasty blood mists.

"It's better to wipe out the ignorant little bugs."

"..."

"Kill the aggressor!"

"Defend your homeland!"

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"We have nowhere to go because Tokyo is behind us!"

Although the accusations made by several warriors before their deaths did not touch Bahamut, who had different ways of thinking, they greatly encouraged the morale of the Yamato resistance forces.

The scene of the generous concession of the same robe undoubtedly caused the anger of others to rise by a large amount in an instant.

The samurai holding a samurai sword tried his best to squeeze out every bit of his strength and tear the enemy in front of him.

With terrifying speed and weird physical skills, they shuttled through the hot **** composed of plasma cannons, lasers, and gunpowder on both sides of the battle, protecting their own long-range output and destroying incoming enemies.

The samurai swords in the hands of life intersecting, together with the life field covering the surface of the body, form a lightweight protective shield to protect them who are shuttled in the rain of guns and bullets.

The frenetic atmosphere of the battlefield has even spread to the users of hot weapons in the rear line of defense. Even if the operation of modern weapons does not really depend on the morale of the soldiers themselves, what is needed is a cool head.

But it just gives people the illusion that after such a round of fanaticism, both the frequency of the weapon's firing and the fierceness of the fire itself seem to have become stronger.

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"Let the virtual join the battle, the unlock code is..." Three hours later, Yamamoto still decided to turn over the hole cards he had prepared beforehand, because he felt that if he didn't use it, he wouldn't have the opportunity to use it again, because the battle would inevitably collapse on his own side. Go in the direction.

The White Land’s invasion force has concentrated more than 80% of the world’s high-level mutant creatures, and the opponent is not fighting purely on its own naked, but is also armed to the teeth by modern weapons.

Both in terms of quantity and quality, they are far better than the local resistance forces in Yamato. It is a miracle that the troops under them can persist with the outburst of morale until now.

"hiss……"

"His..." When someone heard this sound on the battlefield, countless corpses that had been frozen instantaneously came into their eyes at the same moment.

"what?!"

"How come so many people fell suddenly!"

Wherever it goes, regardless of the enemy and us, as long as it is a living body blocking its way forward, it will all be frozen into popsicles in an instant.

Because its speed is too fast, the body composed of liquid light allows it to have an unparalleled speed close to two-thirds of the speed of light, and even the controller itself cannot control this crazy power.

What the controller can do is actually just set an end point, and then let this unparalleled speed aircraft ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ before he can react, destroy all obstacles blocking the road and reach the destination in a straight line. .

The ultra-low temperature of one hundred thousandths of K on the superfluid surface is enough to eliminate most things that get in the way.

"Kang Dang! Kang Dang!"

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound of cracking ice sculptures.

The colorless **** of death waved his sickle constantly, reaping the lives on the battlefield.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"What the **** is it?!" Flestian looked at his pierced paw, his eyes full of puzzlement.

The speed of the virtual is too fast, reaching the point where they can't perceive it at all. Although the damage caused by a single attack is not serious and the wound can heal in half a minute, this kind of power that comes and goes without a trace really makes Bahamut a little worried.