am-books Chapter 166: The Expedition to Europe, Filled with a Stern and Deadly Atmosphere
Chapter 166: The Expedition to Europe, Filled with a Stern and Deadly Atmosphere
Inside the base plaza.
Lu Yan walked out.
Behind them, the members of the first squad followed closely, their faces no longer showing any sign of holiday laziness.
The thick fog of early morning had not yet dissipated.
But as they stepped onto the square, an invisible wave of energy spread outwards from them.
The logistics team and the teams from each detachment arrived at the square early and were ready to go.
Apart from the first squad, each squad has a very balanced mix of professions, so...
A variety of distinct atmospheres emanated from the square.
But this is only the beginning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Around the plaza, massive underground elevators started up, accompanied by the dull hum of machinery, and four equally menacing formations slowly rose from the ground.
Zhenguo Longwei, Second, Third, Fourth and Fifth Detachments.
Within three minutes of the alarm sounding, thousands of China's most elite awakened individuals had formed ranks.
There was not a single word exchanged, not a single sound of disorder.
Only the sound of armor rubbing together and extremely suppressed breathing could be heard.
Everyone is waiting.
Lu Yan walked up to the high platform in the center of the square.
He stepped onto the resounding metal stairs, the sound of his military boots echoing clearly across the vast square.
As he stood still, countless gazes, a mixture of fervor, worship, and awe, focused on that not-so-robust figure.
Lu Yan didn't utter a single pointless pre-battle mobilization speech.
He simply raised his hand.
Two holographic photos were projected into the air, so large that everyone in the square could see them clearly.
One of them is a rusty three-pointed double-edged knife and a broken mountain-splitting axe.
The other image is a fragment of the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) being continuously drained of energy within an angelic magic circle.
"There are two purposes for this trip."
Lu Yan's voice was cold, and it amplified through the loudspeaker to every corner of the square.
"First, we will bring home the relics of our gods."
"Second, eliminate all those who pose a threat to us without requiring them to apply."
I don't know who said "Kill!"
The atmosphere on the field immediately reached its peak.
They've been holding it in for too long, and they need to vent, and they need to vent in a reasonable way!
But the oppressive murderous aura in the air was enough to dye the sky red.
Lu Yan's gaze swept across the formation below the stage.
The inspection has begun.
Needless to say, the first squad was fully equipped with special gear.
The second to fifth teams behind them also underwent a complete transformation.
The second squad, entirely equipped with S-class "Molten Heart" heavy armor and carrying the latest magic cannons, resembled a walking volcano legion.
The third team consists entirely of members in A+ grade "Windwalker" suits, with buzzing energy wings on their backs, ready to launch supersonic breakthroughs at any time.
Even the Fifth Detachment, responsible for remote support and logistics, had support professionals equipped with top-tier shield-type gear that had once made the Western Alliance green with envy.
An old man standing on the edge of a high platform, with a general's star on his shoulder, looked at the heavily armed steel torrent before him, and his eyes unconsciously reddened.
The commanders around him also gritted their teeth and forced themselves to hold back their tears.
"Finally...finally we don't have to pay with lives anymore..."
The old man muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.
A central intelligence officer walked up to the platform, saluted Lu Yan, and then turned on another video feed.
This is the tragic state of the European capital.
In the scene, the nobles and knights who are usually high and mighty are as fragile as paper under the holy light of the "angels".
Countless citizens knelt on the ground, kowtowing towards the cross-shaped gate in the sky, begging for forgiveness from their "Lord".
However, this scene, which seemed utterly absurd to the Chinese soldiers, provoked a different kind of reaction.
"puff."
Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Soon, the laughter spread like wildfire through several formations.
"These stupid foreigners, they're being treated like pigs and still worshipping gods?"
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Hit him! Go and fight him! What's the point of kneeling and waiting to die?"
Zhao Leiguang muttered irritably, "What a fucking disgrace. If it were me, I would have driven a dump truck and crushed those bastards."
The intelligence officer coughed awkwardly twice, signaling everyone to be quiet.
The atmosphere in the square was not at all heavy with the sense of impending doom; instead, it was filled with a kind of... eager excitement.
Where else can you find such a good thing as winning glory for the country and beating a dog when it's down?
Lu Yan's gaze lingered for a moment on the formation of the Fifth Detachment.
There stood an ordinary-looking young man. Lu Yan silently checked his information. His profession was "Array Master," an extremely rare support class.
His talent is "magic shielding".
This was a hidden piece personally selected by Lu Yan from the reserve team, specifically designed to counter the holy damage from those "angels".
However... there are too many variables at that time, and no one can say for sure what will happen.
"Everyone board!"
"Good luck to everyone."
Lu Yan gave the final instructions.
At the edge of the square, ten massive "Kunpeng"-class strategic transport aircraft had been waiting for some time.
Their shapes resemble ancient behemoths, brimming with the violent aesthetics of heavy industry.
The tail door of the aircraft slowly opened, revealing a huge space that could accommodate hundreds of people.
Thousands of soldiers marched in perfect unison, silently and swiftly boarding the aircraft.
There was no commotion, only the metallic clang of armor clashing.
"Buzz—"
The engines of all ten "Kun-20" aircraft were ignited simultaneously.
The azure tail flame tore through the air, producing a deafening roar.
The massive fuselage slowly rose into the air, casting a huge shadow on the ground.
They formed an arrow-like formation, soaring into the sky like a dark cloud stretching across the horizon, carrying an unstoppable force as they headed straight for the land beyond the border that was falling into enemy hands.
The atmosphere inside the transport aircraft cabin was quiet.
The soldiers checked their weapons and equipment, or closed their eyes to rest.
Inside the cabin where the first squad was located, Lin Chuxue was eating potato chips with a bunch of snacks in her arms.
Zhao Leiguang was wiping his two giant shields while humming an unknown tune.
Everything seemed very calm.
The aircraft smoothly crossed the border and entered European airspace.
Just then.
"Beep—beep—beep—beep—!!!"
The piercingly high alarm blared wildly throughout the entire cabin without warning!
The blood-red warning lights were flashing wildly.
Inside the cockpit, on the radar screen, a huge red energy field appeared out of thin air, stretching across the flight path in front of the aircraft.
Countless dense red dots are surging out of the energy field and rapidly approaching them!
"Warning! Warning!"
The cold, electronic sound echoed through the channel.
"Super-large unit detected! Enemy divine creature, initiating forced interception!"