Chapter 494 - Defeat a Nation, Again! (1/2)
Chapter 494: Defeat a Nation, Again!
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Walking on air and soaring above the sky were both signature abilities of an Immortal State Warrior.
Lord Jin had seen the Grand Magus G.o.d use such abilities only once a few decades ago. In the last few decades, the Grand Magus G.o.d had stayed low and focused his attention entirely on improving his cultivation so that one day he could avenge his defeat at the hands of Ye Qincang.
“Kaboom!”
Even as everyone tried to grasp what had happened, Chen Fan had descended upon them and landed on top of a tank, flattening the iron monster with the soldiers inside.
“Fire! Fire at once! Where is the Tank unit? Attack him, NOW!”
General Aung Hlaing finally gathered himself and he screamed into the intercom.
“Bang!”
The command wrenched the soldiers’ minds out of their shocked state. They trained their guns at Chen Fan and fired.
“Clank, clank!”
The bullets were stopped three meters away from their target by Chen Fan’s Arcane Energy Bulwark.
Chen Fan had already reached the Divine Sea level, therefore, his Azure Thearch Longevity Body could sustain a direct hit from a field cannon, much less bullets. By now, there were only a handful of weapons, such as heavy ballistic missiles or Ma.s.sive Ordnance Penetrator could have threatened him.
Chen Fan pressed on despite the shower of bullets that rained down on him. He sauntered forward with a great measure of levity under the soldier’s incredulous eyes.
“Holonnnholonn…”
The Tanks finally arrived. It was the only Tank Battalion in the entire Northwest region.
The unit consisted of a dozen outdated heavy tanks operated by a hundred or so soldiers. They quickly surrounded Chen Fan from all directions. However, Chen Fan barely paid any attention to them.
These tanks were slow and ineffective compared to those used by the Infantry Division 116 in Russia.
Most of these tanks had been in service since WW2. In fact, most of the Myanmar soldier’s equipment, such as cannons, machine guns, and even pistols were from the WW2 era.
Myanmar neither has the financial clout nor the technological edge to equip its military with modern arms such as missiles, fighter jets, or armed helicopters. Their army was mostly made up of a handful of outdated tanks, artillery and a large number of soldiers.
“Donnn!”
Chen Fan reached out both hands and grabbed a Tank and threw it above his head. Before the tank thudded back to the ground, Chen Fan kicked it and sent it flying.
“Kaboom!”
The tank flew back a few dozen meters and landed on top of another Tank. The impact made the earth tremble as if an earthquake, and the shockwave had stunned the soldiers within the vicinity of the impact.
“This… this is.. terrifying.”
Many soldiers were so terrified by the scene that they dropped their guns and were ready to turn tail.
The Myanmar soldiers were very religious and believed in G.o.ds. In their mind, Chen Fan was as powerful as the G.o.ds they wors.h.i.+ped.
“Charge, and FIRE! Kill the deserters!”
General Aung Hlaing shouted at the intercom, eyes bloodshot. He had worked his a.s.s off to gain the precious tank battalion from other warlords. However, Chen Fan had destroyed eight units in a blink. Suddenly, General Aung Hlaing was overtaken by fear and surprise.
“He reminds me of the Grand Magus G.o.d’s battle against the j.a.panese and the Sichuan Warlord.”
Lord Jin looked at Chen Fan from a distance, as old memories suddenly came to him.
During WW2, the Grand Magus G.o.d presided over Southwestern China and had made a name for himself after he defeated the invading Sichuan Warlords and the j.a.panese.
“Pick up the gun and FIRE you worthless dogs!”
Under General Aung Hlaing’s insistent demand, the soldiers picked up their guns with a shaky hand and fired at Chen Fan. Many Armored vehicles also charged toward him.
Getting annoyed, Chen Fan frowned a little.
He had no time to waste in dealing with these worthless cannon fodders.
“Hooo!”
Everyone watched as Chen Fan drew a large gulp of air into his lungs. His mouth opened up as air kept on rus.h.i.+ng in and over time, a strand of white twisty airflow formed a funnel that channeled even more volume of air into Chen Fan’s system.
“What is he doing?”
Even as the soldiers pondered, they saw Chen Fan throw his head back and out an ear-deafening shout.
“MMMMM!”
His voice had a deep and powerful timbre and a fluctuating pitch. One moment it sounded like the deep droning of a dragon, the other moment, it was the chirping of a Phoenix. As the sound increased volume and intensity rapidly, it ripped open the soldiers’ eardrums and forced them to cover their ears in agonizing pain.
However, this was only the beginning of their punishment.