"Spell Ninety-Two—Spirits!" In order to further strengthen his own attack, Yamamoto took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from the inner interlayer of the samurai suit.
This talisman paper from Kuchiki, the strongest onmyoji in Yamato, is one of his parting gifts to this country. As the leader of the Compromisers, Kuchiki gave up everything and left Yamato long before the war started.
The talisman paper ignited spontaneously without fire, and instantly turned into a wisp of smoke, and the blood-red runes engraved on it turned into a little spark, sinking into Yamamoto's body.
Soon, the flame spirit released by Yamamoto changed from the mechanical hollowness before, and became as agile as if it had life.
Yan Ling no longer fights alone, chasing the target blindly and mindlessly, but forms many small battle groups to outflank the enemy in a more efficient way.
Immediately behind Yanling was Yamato's samurai team.
After being strengthened by the Onmyouji behind, they carried long knives that could easily cut through tanks, and flew from low altitude like humanoid mechas.
The third-tier warriors who have received the blessing of various spells can reach the fourth-tier combat power in a short period of time, and barely have the qualifications to participate in this battle and become one of the cannon fodder.
The magic power covered inside and outside the body can protect them from at least being killed by the aftermath, but facing the main force of the fifth rank, they still cannot withstand a few tricks.
Just relying on the relative large number, they used their lives to make up for the gap in combat power between Yamato and the invading troops.
"Why do you have to do this kind of unnecessary resistance?" Bahamut looked at the swordsmen around him who were rushing forward to die with fanaticism, his face was full of puzzlement.
In its view, these poor little ants tried their best to rush to their side regardless of sacrifice, and they could only stab themselves with a painless bite.
With the powerful bodies of the four holy beasts, the wounds they created can be completely healed within a few seconds at most.
From a combat perspective, their sacrifices were meaningless.
"This is our country! How can you beasts who don't even have civilization understand it!" Several red-eyed warriors who were closest to it answered Baham with howls that almost tore their throats. special question.
"Oh." It patted a few people into a cloud of blood mist with its paw, as if it thought they were too noisy, "Can't you just talk, you have to yell like a madman."
"Civilization, did you think about it back then?" Bahamut sneered at the words of the little people, showing a look of contempt.
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When they were indiscriminately killed by humans as spiritual materials in the dense forest, no one had ever said a word for themselves. Even if mutant creatures possessed a high degree of intelligence, they could actually communicate. In fact, many people knew about it.
It's just that everyone is pretending to be stupid, unwilling to take a step that destroys the interests of countless people, and using the excuse of defending the interests of human beings, they continue to slaughter mutant creatures instead of actively starting to communicate.
It wasn't until the White Land was born that everything changed.
Now that it's time for them to attack humans, these guys actually talk to themselves about civilization and barbarism? It smiled contemptuously, and then used the laser on its tail to instantly evaporate the annoying blood mist.
"Stupid little bug, it's better to be wiped out."
"..."
"Kill the invaders!"
"Defend the homeland!"
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"We have nowhere to go, because Tokyo is behind us!"
Although the accusations made by several samurai before their death did not affect Bahamut, who had a very different way of thinking, they greatly boosted the morale of Yamato's resistance troops.
The scene of the comrades being generously sacrificed for righteousness undoubtedly raised the anger value of others by a large amount in an instant.
A samurai holding a katana, trying his best to squeeze out every ounce of strength, tearing apart the enemy in front of him.
With terrifying speed and weird agility, they shuttled through the scorching hell composed of plasma cannons, lasers, and gunpowder on both sides of the battle, protecting their own long-range output and destroying the incoming enemies.
The samurai sword in the hand, together with the life field covering the surface of the body, together form a light protective cover, protecting them from the hail of bullets.
The frenzied atmosphere on the battlefield even spread to the hot weapon users in the rear line of defense, even though the operation of modern weapons does not actually depend on the morale of the soldiers themselves, what is more needed is a calm mind.
But it just gives people the illusion that after such a round of frenzy, both the firing frequency of the weapon and the ferocity of the fire itself seem to have become stronger.
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"Let Xu participate in the battle, the unlock code is..." Three hours later, Yamamoto still decided to turn over the hole cards he had prepared in advance, because he felt that if he didn't use them, he would have no chance to use them again, because the battle situation was still inevitably heading towards his own collapse. go up.
The invasion force of the White Land this time has concentrated more than 80% of the world's high-level mutant creatures, and the opponents are not fighting purely with their own naked clothes, but are also armed to the teeth with modern weapons.
Both in terms of quantity and quality, they are far superior to the local resistance army in Yamato. It can be said that it is a miracle that the troops under them can persist until now with their explosive morale.
"Hiss..."
"Hiss..." When someone heard this sound on the battlefield, countless instantly frozen corpses also came into their eyes at the same time.
"what?!"
"Why did so many people fall down suddenly!"
Wherever Xu goes, regardless of enemy or friend, as long as it is a living body blocking its way forward, all of them will be frozen into popsicles in an instant.
Because its speed is really too fast, the body made of liquid light allows it to have an unparalleled speed close to two-thirds of the speed of light, and even the controller himself cannot control this crazy power.
What the controller can do is actually set a destination, and then let this unparalleled speed aircraft, before he can react, destroy all obstacles blocking the way, and reach the destination along a straight line.
The ultra-low temperature of 1/100,000 K on the superfluid surface is enough to destroy most of the things that get in the way.
"Bang Dang! Bang Dang!"
The hustle and bustle of the battlefield suddenly fell silent, only the sound of ice sculptures breaking.
The colorless god of death kept waving his sickle, constantly harvesting the lives on the battlefield.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"What the hell is it?!" Fleistan looked at his pierced claws, his eyes full of puzzlement.
Xu's speed is too fast, so fast that they can't perceive it at all. Although the damage caused by a single attack was not serious, and the wound could heal within half a minute, this kind of power that came and went without a trace really worried Bahamut and the others.