When disaster strikes, if you stand by as a mere spectator, then humanity is already doomed.
The 18 high-energy monsters in the sky, like generals controlling the overall situation, have absolute control over these low-energy creatures, commanding them as they please. Barrett Walker fired three consecutive shots, each hitting the heads of two two-headed hammer beasts and an undead insect emperor in the sky from 600 meters away. However, what followed left Barrett Walker dumbfounded.
The three high-energy monsters that were hit not only showed no signs of injury, but instead charged down like enraged wild boars in heat, no longer hovering in the sky to command, but rushing straight towards the crowd that dared to challenge their authority. What's even more frightening is that all eighteen of them joined in, and the ground-dwelling polyhedral beetles also responded to the call, emitting a series of squeals, not much different from the mating calls of wild boars. They wanted to show humanity what they were made of, and the outcome was equally terrifying devastation.
The cutting-edge excavator operated by Corey Green, capable of reaching speeds of 70 meters per second, became the focus of attention because it stood out too much. Children!
Let me tell you, do you know why diamonds become drill bits? It's because they are too shiny, and these insectoid monsters are too ugly. They envy you!
Only fools would believe at this point, and clearly Corey Green doesn't believe it either. He believes in the power of his own fists, so don't try to make humanity believe with the intelligence of a pig!
If Corey Green could speak at this moment, he would surely unleash a string of curses, wondering which damn scoundrel provoked these high-energy monsters!
"Quick! Long-range machine gun support!"
"Our people are still in there!"
"Of course! Haven't you seen that they're already dead?"
"Yes! It seems they're all dead. Believe it or not, I do. I believe it!"
The machine gunner was clearly envious, and I swear, they'll be useless when it comes to having children in the future.
The Golden Sands have already flanked to the rear, causing chaos for the entire Zerg army that was being directed by the eighteen high-energy monsters in the air. However, their target became more unified, abandoning the siege and turning their focus to the godly sword that had angered them. The godly sword was immediately surrounded by the ocean of the Zerg, and had to face the mad charge of the eighteen high-energy monsters. The machine gunners were clearly indecisive about what to do, like three scattered chopsticks, which would eventually be broken one by one, so a chaotic strategy was better than empty talk, and could never control the rapidly changing battlefield.
"Quick, give the order to pull them out! Also, bring up the footage from earlier, who the hell provoked those high-energy monsters to abandon the siege and turn back to attack us!"
Matthew Green was anxious, as the godly sword was his elite force, and if it was wiped out here, what voice would he have left in the federation?
"Form a defensive perimeter! I never expected these rigid high-energy monsters to implement such a classic tactic!"
Audrey Rothschild couldn't help but mutter under her breath.
"Alright! Now is not the time for sarcasm. Let's think of a solution quickly!"
Kerrick Rockefeller quickly intervened, afraid that Matthew Green's temperamental outburst would cause a commotion.
"Commander-in-Chief, everyone must evacuate!"
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The war god, who had always stood tall in front of the central control screen, calmly issued the order.
Technicians, legislators, and security personnel looked at each other, puzzled, gazing at the war god's towering figure. Mars Walker turned around, looked at the crowd calmly, and said softly, "Do I need to repeat myself?"
Suddenly, the entire core control room of the star disappeared, leaving only thirteen people, despite the intense and chaotic battle shown on the monitoring screens, the atmosphere in the control room was oppressively tense.
"I don't care about how you consider your interests, but remember, this is not real combat. So if they die, it doesn't matter, even if they suffer serious consequences after treatment. They have contributed to humanity, they have preserved the Second World for humanity, just like we did in the Battle of the Yellow River Valley. No matter the damage left to my body, at least I have no regrets, and never will. My only regret is that I've given too little for humanity. I regret surviving at that time, so I don't want to see such weakness again."
"I could die at any moment, so I try to give you as much power as possible, in the hope that if I suddenly die one day, I won't see humanity being weak and humiliated for the sake of certain individuals' interests. You wouldn't believe how painful it is to see this when you're in my position. Alright, I don't want to preach anymore, it's also an order. Even if the three major forces are defeated, we still have the marshal guarding the outermost satellite city, don't we?"
The war god Mars Walker turned around and opened the real-time monitoring video, and suddenly the room was filled with noise again.
"He's really gone mad!"
Matthew Green looked at Mars Walker's back, and if the godly sword unit was annihilated, and the war god suddenly died, he dared not imagine what kind of disaster it would bring to the Green and Walker families. He began to doubt whether it was a wise choice to ally with the Walker family, was it worth risking the entire family, just for your selfless dedication?
"He's not crazy! He knows that humanity has been too comfortable for too long. Look at how small the living space for humans is now!"
One of the nine executive directors, a hardliner or radical, Leit Smith, secretly rejoiced. This stubborn old man was Richard Smith's real grandfather, and his stubbornness and radicalism could unite, always at the forefront of any issue.
"Bring up that image from earlier! Let me see who has provoked those bugs."
After everyone entered, and saw the increasingly fierce and tragic battle on the square, even the war god seemed to be unable to bear it, and spoke up.
"Yes!"
Immediately, a technician started to replay and search for that segment of the program, which was then played on the secondary screen. They kept replaying to find out who this person was.
"Who is this person?"
"Three consecutive gunshots, with an interval of less than a tenth of a second. How strong must his body be to fire such gunshots with his fingers."
"Perhaps he's a civilian warrior, undiscovered by us, and therefore just a paper tiger with no experience of such a grand scene."
No matter how many times they replayed it, they could only hear three gunshots, and then suddenly see this person jumping out of the ruins. His movement was not fast, but he managed to use the surrounding environment to block the virtual satellite recording, so there was no way to see his front, or any physical features.
"Who is this person? We must find him."
For the stunning evasive actions of this person, Kerrick Rockefeller was extremely excited. The three major forces each had their own strengths: the godly sword was invincible in close combat, the machine gun was armed with high technology, and the Golden Sands was not even taken into consideration by him, just a pile of junk built up from substantial capital. But with the speed of this person, perhaps the machine gun could barely compete with the godly sword!
"No matter the cost, we must find this person and make him serve for the Golden Sands."
Audrey Rothschild was determined.
"Should we follow him with the virtual extraterrestrial?"
The war god Mars Walker felt disdain in his heart. After gaining the warrior, what could guns bring to humanity now? They were just a means of support, but how could he know that it was he who had driven Barrett Walker down this path.
"Ah! Look at what's in his hand!"
To these politicians, who were astonished by the 85-type sniper rifle, a thing that had long been obsolete, this group of people seemed a bit surprised. Finally, when a camera stopped, they could see clearly the weapon in Barrett Walker's hand. But in the next moment, Barrett Walker began to move and hide again, overturning the contempt in their minds about the use of firearms.
This person's exclamation immediately attracted the attention of others, and the attention shifted to the secondary screen. The overhead shot showed Barrett Walker crouched, a blurry figure in motion, and the 85-type sniper rifle firing steadily and smoothly. The precision shooting while in motion required such a strong sense of balance, especially how many bullets needed to be fired, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or a million. This sudden emergence of a madman seemed to be causing a sensation throughout the federation today because of this image.