Chapter 342: Retrograde (2/2)
The war mission system was born.
It is composed of countless management cultivators and the most advanced and computationally powerful super-giant crystal brain of the Star Federation. It conducts ultra-high-intensity calculation and analysis, and decomposes all strategic tasks step by step to become targeted. Tactical mission.
The information of all the cultivators is also analyzed through the crystal brain, and the tasks are matched with each other, and the cultivator is selected to be the best at the task with the highest success rate, and recommended to every cultivator through the Lingnet.
For example, a literary and artistic cultivator will be assigned to the frontline to perform morale-boosting or soothing tasks in the hospital.
And a body refiner who is good at close combat is often assigned to fight in the narrow space most suitable for close combat.
As a cultivator, you can also enter your latest information in the war mission system to improve the match rate of the mission.
Each task has a certain amount of merit, and once it is completed, it will be automatically settled.
Cultivators can use these exploits to trade, or save up, and when the war is won, they can exchange for the land and resources in the blood demon world.
In this way, the stragglers can organize themselves and fight like an army.
There is only one rule.
The recommended tasks may not be accepted, or you can choose tasks other than those recommended by the system.
But once you accept it, you must go all out to complete it.
Those who flee the battle will be sent to the cultivation court to accept the contempt and anger of the entire cultivation world.
In the light curtain, the impassioned declaration of war by Federal Speaker Xu Haoran came to an end.
He pressed his hands firmly on the table, speaking slowly, his voice was low, and there was no smell of hoarseness.
But there is another unshakable feeling.
”The blood demon world wants war, we will give it war until the last skull of the monster beast is crushed by the boots of our Tianyuan human race, this war will never end!”
”The only son of Speaker Xu Haoran joined the army last year. As an ordinary officer, he was stationed on the northernmost line of defense of the Federal Army.”
Yuan Manqiu whispered, ”Their residence is in Yuhua City, the first outskirts of the town swallowed by the beast tide.”
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Half a day later, a psionic floating ship with the school badge of the Iron Fist of Fury in the Great Wilderness Battlefield roared towards the battlefield in the northern part of the Great Wilderness.
This is the first group of forces that the Dahuang Zhanyuan put into the **** battle. They are all powerhouses above the high level in the Qi refining period. Most of them are teachers of the Department of Martial Arts and the Department of Medicine. There are only a handful of students like Li Yao.
The pontoon was swiftly stunned, the power symbol array was stimulated to its limit, and the shell was ”creaking”.
After galloping for a long time, at dusk, I finally saw a burning city on the horizon.
That is their destination, Red Lotus City!
The Red Lotus City at this moment has really become a blood-colored lotus flower that is slowly opening up.
The billowing smoke and the blood-stained sunset mixed together and turned into a smoky giant swallowing beast, stepping on black clouds, covering the sky, opening the mouth of the blood basin, and let out a silent roar at the psychic floating ship, unscrupulously. The earth demonstrates the power of terror.
Even if they were tens of miles apart, Li Yao could clearly perceive the burning pain of the skin like a needle stick, as well as the pungent scent of sulfur.
The ever-expanding smoke and dust enveloped a hundred li in a faint smoky gray.
There are countless fine ashes floating in the air, like hundreds of millions of black butterflies dancing.
The doomsday-like scene silenced everyone.
On the ground, hundreds of black dragons slowly marched toward the south.
That is the common people who escaped from Red Lotus City.
Most of the people were blackened by the smoke. Many of them were ragged and wounded. They could only support each other, or hugged the last parcel tightly, and retreated to the south in despair under the **** of the army.
Contrary to the crowds rolling southward, one psionic floating ship after another is spraying colorful tail flames, carrying countless cultivators, and marching towards the end.
The world becomes black and white.
Only the tail flames of the psychic floater were so bright that they were almost dazzling.
Many civilians and soldiers who were immersed in their journey have noticed the psionic airships coming in an endless stream from the south.
They soon knew that those who were going upstream and rushing to the flames were all cultivators.
The cultivator will definitely help them take home the garden.
It will also help them avenge their grievances.
A silent command blew in the hot air, and everyone stopped.
In the dancing ashes, one foot deep and one foot shallow silt, the people who had just lost their homes gritted their teeth and held back their tears, raising their fists to the psychic floating boat in the sky and waving vigorously.
They are using their own way to pay tribute to the cultivators.
The soldiers who protected the people on the side were also full of energy, and stood at attention, facing the burning sky, and saluted a military salute made of copper and iron.
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Today's chapter is given to those warriors who are facing up against the current and facing life and death in the face of catastrophe.
I wanted to write this chapter a few days ago, but when I wrote it, I realized that my pen and ink was so pale and weak that I couldn't describe one ten thousandth of the heroes in the real world.
In any case, we work with these warriors, these heroes, in our respective posts, in ordinary or extraordinary work and life, do our best to persevere to the end.