The flickering flames on the screen illuminated the face of the youngest legion commander of the Federation. Silfa pursed his lips, looked at the outer battleships on the screen that had been shot up into the sky, couldn't help but clenched his fists, and then used a slightly hoarse voice Said: "Notify all ships and prepare for the impact."
As soon as the notification was sent out, the black-wing battleship he was on shook violently, and a flying beast about half the size of a battleship landed on the battleship deck. The flying beast swung its two claws, tore apart the turrets on the battleship, and then continuously jumped out of the Burning Legion's combat units. They boarded the flying beast and rushed onto the battleship. There are still many flying beasts like this . These guys who acted as air transport planes transported the ground troops to the high-altitude battlefield. In an instant, the fleet of this alliance staged an air offensive and defensive battle.
Red warning lights flashed in the black wing battleship, and the soldiers in the battleship quickly went to the hull deck to confront the enemy troops boarding the ship. Silfa also came to the armored platform of the battleship, which has become a battlefield, and flames are flying. Relying on the turrets on the platform and other objects, the federal soldiers fought desperately against the enemy soldiers boarding the ship. A famous school officer became the backbone of the battlefield. They were the nodes supporting the front line. Almost all of these school officers released the original ancestor projection, either to attack or to cover their own soldiers.
"God said, let there be light." Silfa softly praised, and immediately centered on him, a pale golden radiance spread like flowing water, and those who were flowed by this layer of radiance. Both the soldiers and the school officers were refreshed, and some minor wounds even healed in an instant.
This is Sylva's ability, his domain can be used for defense, and can also be used to bless the combat power of his own soldiers, so Sylva has another title on the battlefield.
saint!
"God said, Sing his name, and you will not be wounded by the sword, nor by fire or water."
Another radiance shone on the battleship platform, and a pale golden light floated on all the soldiers and officers of the Federation. These rays of light vaguely formed the appearance of armor, and then disappeared within their bodies. Silfa also enhanced their physical defense and resistance to the impact of the source force, and then he stretched out his hand to catch them, and countless golden light particles gathered in his hands, forming a magnificent sword surrounded by white flames.
With a long roar, the young legion commander dragged his huge sword like an angel descending from the mortal world, and crashed into the Burning Legion. His brilliance was as dazzling as the sun, which lifted the spirits of all the soldiers and officers of the Federation, and followed Silfa's pace to launch a counterattack.
Silfa chopped off the flying beast's head, split its body, and the white flame from the sword sprayed out, burning the flying beast's body into countless scattered fluorescent lights. The legion commander glanced at the battlefield. Basically, the battle on the battleship was almost over. But at this moment, suddenly behind Silfa, a dark gray band of light split open in the space, and a long spear thrust out from the band of light, aiming at Silfa's back.
The head of the army suddenly felt something different, whirlwind turned around, and the tip of the spear was already close at hand.
But at this moment, a fist was inserted between the two, and hit the side of the battle gun, swinging the gun to the side, and narrowly brushed Silfa's body. Then the gray light band expanded, and a king strode out from it, sweeping with a gun. Silfa raised his sword one step, and then someone flashed to the king, punching like thunder, purple electric fire jumped from the two fists of the man, and when it hit the king, it would split into thunder beads.
To Silfa's surprise, the uniform worn by this man was obviously a private soldier of the Federation, the lowest level soldier, not even a non-commissioned officer. But the aura he exudes at this moment is not lower than that of Sylva, the legion commander, and even much higher. Silfa had no time to pay attention, and rushed forward with his sword,
Join forces with this person.
A moment later, the king was punched through the chest by the man, and Silfa beheaded him, and then the two kicked him off the battleship at the same time.
At this point, the battle on the battleship is truly over.
The electric fire on the man's fist was restrained, and when he turned around and saw his appearance clearly, Silfa's whole body was shocked.
The battleships are still advancing, and the Burning Legion's boarding strategy was eventually dismantled by the alliance, but the alliance fleet also lost several battleships, and the fleet is still advancing. On the black-wing battleship, technical engineers are rushing to repair the damaged fort. People are coming and going on the battleship platform, which is very lively. At the end of the battleship, it's very quiet here. Silfa was standing next to a fort, looking at the man with his hands on the railing on the edge of the platform.
He took off his individual combat helmet, revealing a head of short hair no longer than an inch, and said with a grin, "Don't be so careless next time, General Silfa."
Sylva shook his head, "You shouldn't be here."
"Then where should I be?" The man smiled, "In the White House office? Do you want me to wait for your news across the Wanli Star Road? No, I can't."
"But this is not the place for a president, sir!"
This man was Morbit, the President of the Confederacy, but today he was wearing the uniform of a private. If he hadn't been recognized in the battle just now, even if the battle is over, no one would know that the President of the Federation went to the battlefield in person and even pretended to be a soldier.
Mobit spread his hands and said: "There is no need to come, Sylva. I have already arranged the things that should be arranged, and I have even decided on the next presidential candidate. If we still have tomorrow, the Federation will continue to exist , there is no need to worry about this. So I can’t do anything on Earth, why don’t you come here and contribute to my strength.”
"Don't forget, I was a soldier before I was a president!"
Sylva still shook her head.
"Okay, you can't drive me back this time, so you might as well chat with me."
Mobit looked at the fleet behind, the air army of the Burning Legion launched another attack, but was stopped by the outer battleships. Looking at the fierce air battle, Mobit said: "Unknowingly, I have served as the president of this federation for almost twenty years. In fact, I have not lived happily in these twenty years. Before I became president, I I have an ambition, always wanting to use the vigor of a soldier to sweep away the luxury of the nobles, and tear down those vampires who are lying on the fat of the Federation."
"But when I got to that position, I realized that everything is not easy. Many things affect the whole body. On the battlefield, even a commander. All I have to think about is how to fight this war. But in the position of president, what I want to see is not only the war in front of me, but also the big and small battles that will follow, countless battlefields."
"Are you tired?" Silva asked.
"Tired, of course tired." Mobit turned his back to him and nodded vigorously: "I wanted to resign several times, but for the future of the Federation, no matter how hot this position is, I have to sit down."
"I always believe that nobles should disappear. If these people always have privileges, it is impossible for the earth to have true equality and fairness. So from the moment I sat in that position, I laid down chess pieces one by one, and finally let The nobles were torn apart. Unfortunately, I still miscalculated some things and was replaced by a double. But even if I had to do it all over again, I would not regret everything I did.
one thing. "
Mobit suddenly sighed heavily, the figure that had been standing upright in front of people seemed to be a little hunched now.
"Twenty years in power, there have been merits and demerits. In the end, I can't tell whether I have more merits or more faults. I even always ask myself whether I should sit in this position or whether I should retire. Come down and let someone else be the president, will the Federation become better?"
Silfa said softly: "You have done a good job."
Mobit laughed dryly, raised his hand and shook it, then put it down, and said: "I can only say that I am doing my best. As for whether it is good or not, I will leave it to future generations to judge. As for now, to be honest, I am somewhat grateful for this cosmic twilight. Otherwise, I might not be able to put down the burden of the president and return to being a soldier."
"That's right, in fact, in my heart, I really like being a soldier more."
Mobit turned around: "So today, there is no federal president here, only a private. Do you understand, General Silfa."
Knowing that it was useless to persuade him, Silfa could only nod.
Mobit put on his helmet again, and walked to the front of the ship: "Then let's go and blast those guys' balls together."
Then he added: "If they also have this thing."
Silfa smiled wryly, watching the figure leave.
Immediately, at the place of birth, the alliance fleet assaulted. Including the black wing battleship, all the soldiers on board charged, using their blood and lives to mark the end of their army's life.
There are no less than three of the soldiers rushing into the formation.
Eboyins, wars are raging.
Probably after the Creator created this space, Eboins has not been like it is today, with battles happening everywhere. The Burning Legion is still attacking the gates guarded by the two empires of Agares, and at the same time, the five birthplaces have successively become battlefields. Since it is impossible to know in advance which birthplaces the Alliance army will attack, the forces of the Burning Legion are extremely scattered.
This makes the air units that can intercept it very limited even if it is known that a fleet is heading straight for the Withering Hall. Coupled with the fact that there were three Supremes on the fleet, and Twilight, a powerhouse comparable to the Big Three, that blocking power seemed completely insufficient.
It broke through the interception very easily, and was attacked by several waves afterwards, but it didn't take long before the Hill of Dusk finally appeared in front of the fleet. At this time, fierce air rushed from the hill of twilight, and the main force led by Guglieleo had already deployed an army at the foot of the hill of twilight and in the sky. Allen looked at the screen in the command hall, and the land on the screen was occupied by the army. Even with the size of the screen, it was impossible to fully accommodate this army.
In the withering hall, sitting on the throne, the Twilight Son stretched out his finger and lightly clasped the armrest, and said calmly, "Is it finally here?"
"Dawn and dusk, after all, it will be decided!"
(end of this chapter)