Chapter 1162: Warcraft (3)

The huge brass gate is located six degrees west of the central square of Dunwich, more than two hundred meters high, like a road sign, guiding the direction of this storm of war.
Two hell-like towers were erected on both sides of the gate. Multicolored flames sprayed out from the large and small holes on the tower, spreading a war drum-like roar over the sky as if every ten seconds. Overlay bombardment barrage.
Faros, the commander of the Dead Hand Camp, looked at the distant gate burning with joy.
This reminded him of the accident in the abandoned city.
That night, in a military camp outside the abandoned city, a dead-hand bomb was accidentally triggered and detonated. At that time, he had just joined the dead-hand camp not long after.
In the end, only he survived the entire camp, and all guards, including the battalion commander, were turned into gray flying.
He is the first remaining hand guard.
But that memory no longer caused the nightmare that once happened. His ability to feel fear was long gone, leaving only fanaticism, the need for destruction and a sense of emptiness, and fear should have reconciled those desires.
But he understood that he was born for destruction.
Since contact with the dead-hand bomb, destruction has always fascinated him, it has become his habit, and he is familiar with destruction tools.
call out--!
A Skybreaker fighter squadron decorated with the logo of the Fool’s Flying Team roared over his head. The bubbling rocket track circled from the mounting point under its wing, and a barrage flew before the sound of the plane came. The residues of the entire row of building complexes were leveled.
They then broke away from the battle and screamed into the air, preparing to dive and drop bombs.
"The command of the overlord has been conveyed!"
When Faros checked the preparation of the rocket, or stepped on a still burning stone under his feet, he knew his purpose here.
He is about to destroy the whole world, and he is happy from it.
"Thirty seconds to prepare!"
The mechanics roared on the communication channel. Behind Faros, hundreds of heavy trucks were already stable, and the giant cylinders they carried were slowly erected under the control of the mechanics.
At this time, another wave of bombers whizzed over the head. These twin-engined steel behemoths blasted the stone pillars and obstacles protecting the brass gate with a lot of firepower. Their task was to sweep away the remaining.
One block after another, houses one after another, people one after another, annihilate everything that was missing from the shelling.
All he can see is hacking and burning, damage and destruction.
They seem to sprinkle salt on the ground to ensure that no hostile remnants will flourish again from the ashes.
But Faros is not the case, the dead hand is not.
Their work is invisible to people, they are top secret, at least for now.
That was exactly what Faros accepted, a gathering of fighters who kept the best secrets unknown.
They are the last killers of the Oak Empire. They do not exist in the words of the boys or in the records of the mechanics.
"Fuel has been injected!"
The technical master responsible for total control roared in the communication channel.
"Countdown to launch! Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!"
"We are the blade and heavy hammer of the overlord."
Faros, who had the final say, gently spread the lid on the red button with his thumb.
"Four! Three! Two!"
"For the sake of overlord and Mao, we will destroy the world!"
"dry!"
At the same time, 120 dead-hand rockets, dragging a long green tail flame out of the launch tube, quickly fell into the clouds like an arrow shot from the sky.
When they rose to a certain height, they began to tilt at an angle and spread out like enraged bee colonies, flying away in different directions.
Fifty seconds later, the first dead-hand rocket fell 100 meters from the brass gate.
This is a special dead-handed rocket. The warhead did not explode directly after landing, but directly penetrated the ground. After nearly ten meters into the ground, the talents of the entire city felt the tremor of an earthquake of magnitude nine.
Then, the soaring mushroom cloud enveloped the entire brass gate.
Over the next half hour, hundreds of towns in the New California Republic were bombed by dead-hand rockets. Except for eleven that became dumb due to technical failure, the rest basically hit their targets.
In those cities and towns, there are areas controlled by blood worship, as well as areas controlled by the government of the New California Republic. The dead-hand bomb does not distinguish between identities.
Within an hour, the death toll climbed to five million. Over the next day, the former and current residents of the New California Republic understood what is.
High temperatures, radiation, and even dust caused by explosions have turned into terrible natural disasters. Tens of millions of people will die in pain and their homes will be changed forever.
The once rich country of hope no longer exists. For a long, long time, this vast land will only be a deserted wasteland.
This is what Guck wants, and he will never suffer from it.
However, what Guck hadn't expected was that the most important one went wrong.
Now the obstacles protecting the Brass Gate have disappeared, and even the ground has been hollowed out to form a cave-like hall, below which is a tangled and burning wreckage.
This dead-hand rocket not only destroys the brass gate, but also destroys the altar under the brass gate. This secret was also told by Hannibal Guk.
However, at present, the effect is not as good as promised. Only the two towers on the base hang a large number of and filthy evil emblems and heretics, which have not been completely erased.
In the middle of the explosion area, there is still a monster-like brass gate that is more than 200 meters high!
At this moment, it was like a huge mechanical organ. The bloated body of the furnace was sprayed with steam and smoke. The darkened shell was covered with twisting evil words, and it whispered threateningly from time to time as it worked. .
The valves and armatures spread on it tremble like a group of buzzing insects.
A man with a long sword ran in the sky above a pile of wreckage~EbookFREE.me~ The crackling witchcraft energy surrounded his feet.
Seeming to notice something, the man turned around and looked directly at Guck's eyes.
Guk was startled by his face.
"Hannibal!?"
The man with the same face as Hannibal suddenly grinned, and then began to chant a terrible witchcraft prayer with a sharp tone.
The black lightning that followed began to burst around the gate.
The Brass Gate began to rumble quickly, and Guk could feel that the barrier of reality began to blur, as if torn by invisible claws.
Twisted bodies and evil faces protrude from the dark cracks that appear in the air.
"The Lord is here!"
Guk yelled through the communicator.
"Guardian! Get close to me immediately! Ready to do big!"
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