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Chapter 1327 No one can stop luck...

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    What kind of weapon is that?  What's the principle?  What is that phenomenon that seems to cause space to tear?  What is that energy that vibrates violently in the entire impact area and can even block the mental connection between the aberrant legions?

    Countless questions filled the minds of Marcellus and every sane "commander" around him. However, at this moment, they had no time to think about such "academic issues". Only one fact was strongly impacting them.  Their understanding:

    Those Cecil people who took out an entire air fortress formation actually still hide a sharp knife. They have some kind of weapon with huge power and amazing range. That thing can even hit the Wolf Ridge Mountain from Ruby City with one shot.  !  Moreover, it flies many times faster than sound, and its power can directly flatten a mountain!

    Marcellus turned and ran, and the tree priests he brought to help command the aberrant legion also turned and ran. A large group of twisted and deformed tree men ran wildly on the mountain that turned into scorched earth. This scene was called  Incredibly, behind them, the wandering aberrations and behemoths also received instructions at the same time. They began to move in all directions erratically, creating large-scale smoke, heat sources and magic reactions to interfere with Sisi.  Human observation and targeting - in theory, this should work.

    At the same time, on the Mortal Dawn sky fortress above Ruby City, a factory-like building built in the edge area was brightly lit. Bright magic crystal street lamps and engineering lights illuminated the rectangular building.  The exterior wall, its specially-made sloping roof and the walls on both sides of the house have mechanical "wings" that look like magic wings. The complex mechanical device extends from the inside of the building, with precision fixed at its end.  Arranged rune substrates, huge amounts of waste energy and heat are being released from the edges of these "wings" at this moment. A layer of mist envelopes the surroundings of the building, and quickly dissipates at high altitudes.

    The building was also brightly lit. A large number of magic technicians and mechanical sergeants were busy around a huge equipment composed of complex guide rails, charging devices, and buffer units. Some technical assistants were working on some nearby pipes.  and power beams to summon Frost Nova to cool down overheated stuff in the system.

    A low whistling sound suddenly came from a partition wall at the end of the room. Then the partition wall opened, revealing the pipeline transportation cabin inside. A "car" with a round shape that looked like a subway car stopped at the jam of the pipeline.  In the trough, after the car door opened, Rebecca, who had come by car from the control center, walked out. She looked at the large device in the center of the room with bright eyes and walked towards the top technical director on site: "How is it?  , how is your working situation?"

    "Your Highness!" The technical director immediately stood up straight and saluted Rebecca, then picked up the record board next to him and reported excitedly, "The supercritical acceleration period has reached the design standard. We just successfully hit a target on Wolf Ridge Mountain.  target and completely destroyed the entire target - now the system is cooling down and the second shot can be fired in a few minutes!"

    "Oh, not bad." Rebecca immediately nodded with satisfaction, and quickly came to the large device and stood on tiptoe to observe it - of course she was no stranger to these things, because this thing was hers from beginning to end.  I personally led the team to tinker with this large-scale and complex multi-segmented guide rail, the amazingly large magic capacitor and overload device, the specially designed waste energy release and magic energy balance unit, and the ability to allow multiple consecutive afterburners.  The "clock clock" that the device started accurately, the original prototype of all these things was the "missile extreme accelerator" built in a "super high-speed flight project" by the Baishui River.

    Missile limit, a mysterious critical point, refers to the fact that at several times the speed of sound, all physical flying objects in the world will encounter a "barrier" that is difficult to break through. In the concept of traditional mages, this is called the "missile limit"  The speed barrier is an unbreakable obstacle and a "wall of truth" set up by this world for the material world. In the past many, many years, because traditional mages relied on human talent to cast spells, they would inevitably encounter mental limits and magic backlash.  Regarding the issue of damage, this "barrier" has indeed never been broken through. Therefore, traditional mages have always firmly believed in the knowledge that "the limit of missiles cannot be crossed."

    Until a hard-headed girl named Rebecca, with a group of equally hard-headed "non-mainstream mages", used a bunch of machines that are not tired, are not afraid of loss, are extremely accurate and can repeatedly superimpose charging, and turned a metal stick into a metal rod.  Accelerated beyond the theoretical limit of the missile.

    There was a loud noise on the Baishui River that day, and the ordinary metal stick directly blew up the laboratory, penetrated the outer wall of the facility, and almost caused a terrible explosion on the bank of the Baishui River

    On that day, Grand Archon Hetty¡¯s hands shaking when approving funds, Rebecca and hersp; Even if the mastermind had prepared the backlash stabilization in advance, everyone on the platform was still shaken by the shock.

    The accelerating body disappeared into the dark night sky like a thick beam of light. Rebecca couldn't help shaking her head, picking her ears and muttering: "Wow - my brain is buzzing"

    The mastermind projected above the magic network terminal on the side immediately echoed its creator: "If you say something, it's really buzzing."

    "Perhaps we should consider more effective protective measures later, or simply put the control mechanism in another room" Rebecca muttered, and then her eyes fell on the spares stacked on the shelf not far away.  On the guide rails and spare accelerator body, "But that's all for the future Let's get rid of all these things first!"

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    Winds that were more chaotic and disordered than before swept through the dust and gravel-covered homeland of Gondor. Deep in the dark and cold wasteland, aberrations like mountains and seas gathered in the plains and valleys, surrounded by a large number of twisted and ferocious tree priests.  On a hill in the center of the plain, these fallen dark druids took root in the center of this dark kingdom, forming a chilling forest that is closely related to the hundreds of years of painstaking efforts buried under the wasteland.  The operating root network constantly exchanges various intelligences and controls all affected aberrations and biochemical behemoths like an extremely efficient legion command center.

    This huge legion itself is like some kind of vortex, still attracting the "wild" aberrations wandering deep in the wasteland, allowing them to blindly approach and become the new soldiers of this legion.

    And in the center of it all, on the top of the hill, is the current Grand Priest of the All-Death Society, Borken.

    The leader of the dark druid pierced his roots deeply into the soil of the hillock and connected them with the root system spreading underground. Information from countless subordinate nodes converged and diverged in his mind, allowing him to do so at any time.  Being able to control every move of the entire legion, and being able to understand the situation outside the wasteland as the legion expands, as well as the resistance and fall progress of those mortal nations.

    The expansion of the legion is not going smoothly, and the resistance of the mortals is very brave - but on the whole, the legion is still advancing outwards. Except for the northern defense line, the wasteland has spread to a certain extent in all directions, and some rune stones have already entered with the legion.  The civilized territory was successfully placed into the predetermined deep blue rift.

    However, as time goes by, even this advancement is encountering increasing resistance The advantages of sudden attacks are gradually disappearing. The mortal countries have already reacted, and the "alliance" they formed is in the process.  Gradually showing their effect, the mutual defense system and the simultaneous operation of land and sea transportation systems allowed them to hold on to the defense line with difficulty, and even made the situation more stable day by day.

    But the dark druids were not too depressed about this, because from the beginning they had considered the possibility that the Legion could not completely destroy the civilized world.

    Their ultimate goal is not to conquer all civilized countries - they only need to conquer some pre-selected areas and then drop enough rune stones.

    The biggest disadvantage of the Mortal Kingdom is that they do not know where the rune stones are dropped, which areas must not be abandoned, and they do not know the actual progress of the real plan hidden behind the offensive operation.

    The cold wind blew through the wasteland, and Borken's branches and leaves trembled in the night. He was immersed in the control of the entire legion, calculating the progress of the overall plan and those sad things that were destined to become history on the road of evolution.  The remaining lifespan of a mortal, but suddenly, a strong nerve impulse was transmitted into his mind through the root network, causing the dark druid to suddenly open his eyes.

    "Grand Priest," a nearby priest immediately asked, "What happened?"

    Borken¡¯s tawny eyes stared at the dark western horizon, and he broke the silence for a long time:

    "Marcellus is dead."

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