Chapter 589: Chongk City

Amid the roar of artillery, the tank cleared its way, blasting all the barbarians in front of it into pieces of flesh and blood. All the walls, barricades, and bunkers along the way were filled and compacted under the crush of steel tracks, and turned into a broad road.
In the sky, more than a thousand warplanes carrying missiles are circling and flying, drawing white smoke, waiting for any barbarian warrior to show up.
Under normal circumstances, it is not very useful. When there is a group of fighter planes circling, these warriors would rather drill holes in the ground.
Under the saturation bombardment of dozens of missiles, how powerful a martial artist Ren is, will also end in death.
The steel torrent army drove through the wide city center streets towards the Church of the Storm. The barbarians along the way were scattered and not many.
Wu Mo, who was in the center of the tank regiment, frowned: "These barbarians have become more and more ghostly. They could at least escape on the frontal battlefield before they could flee. Now they don't even have a symbolic resistance."
"They don't even care about their gods. It really doesn't look like an extreme religious regime."
This is not a good thing. Not fighting on the frontal battlefield does not mean surrender. Going underground and guerrilla operations in deep cities can often cause huge casualties to modern troops.
The chief of staff also agreed: "Yes, the evil of storm and his priests are too cunning."
The road was empty, and a torrent of steel drove into the wide square of the Storm Church under the circling of more than a thousand planes.
In the past, it was solemn and solemn, and the scene of no less than 10,000 devout believers praying at all times has disappeared. Under the huge statue of more than 500 meters high, there is only a lone high priest, roughly equivalent to the combat power of a martial artist.
Other barbarians can evacuate, and the priest of the temple must coexist and die with the deity he serves.
"Despicable heresy!"
The priest, wearing the blue ornate robes that were worn only on the most solemn day of God's coming, didn't seem too scared. He flew into the tank army with a frenzied face and chanted:
"My soul will live forever in the kingdom of the Lord, and your soul will fall into the bottomless abyss of hell, and will never be detached."
With each step forward, the breath on his body became more violent and hot, and his flesh and blood melted like a candle under high temperature.
Just two or three steps away, the whole person turned into a blue hurricane of destruction, covering hundreds of meters of space.
The tornado formed by countless cyan sharp blades swept over the steel tanks, and the marble or steel slabs passed along the way were easily torn into fine sand-like powder by it.
Once it gets close, it can swallow hundreds of tanks and turn them into countless pieces of metal and flesh and blood easily.
Huh huh~
More than twenty sounds of death came from the warplanes hovering in the sky, passing straight white smoke trails, and blasting into the blue hurricane, effortlessly blasting it into tiny pieces and dissipating in the air.
Only the hunting wind passed through the tank, bringing a cool breeze to the soldiers above, and drying their sweat.
After launching more than ten fighters carrying two missiles from the sky, they flew to the sky mothership thousands of miles away, where they will be repaired and replenished ammunition.
"Target Cthulhu Statue, launch!"
After many wars, Wu Mo, who has been promoted all the way, has no surprises about the situation before him, and calmly orders.
Thousands of cannons fired, cyan smoke filled the square paved with white marble, and raindrops of cannonballs bombarded the tall and majestic statue of the Storm God, shaking the sacred aperture around it.
Only persisted for a while, the last faith aura collapsed completely, and a cannonball made of metal and gunpowder fell on its body, blasting its marble body into deep pits.
The majestic statue collapsed suddenly and fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The marble cheeks were in close contact with the soil on the ground and turned into fine stones during the bombardment.
After all this, the tank army stopped advancing, using the church square as its base, with the muzzle outward, forming a circle. There was no idea of ​​actively attacking the complex city, just waiting quietly.
For ten minutes, twenty minutes, or even an hour, they are still waiting, very patient.
The Sky Cruise Deterrence fighter planes have been replaced by two batches. Their combat range is not just this small Chongk city, but a place within a radius of 300 kilometers.
Only when there is any energy fluctuation on the ground or in the sky with a martial artist level, more than ten or even dozens of missiles that cause radar reactions will come one after another.
A radius of three hundred kilometers has become the death place of martial masters. Barbarians such as great warriors and warriors who are not worthy of missile bombing can escape, but they can't.
"Kill! Kill these heretics!"
Facing the weight of a death crisis at this moment, some martial arts barbarians couldn't help it, roaring to the sky from the tightly hidden corner, charging toward the tanks on the ground, bursting various vindictive airs covering the sky.
Boom~
Under the raid of the military masters, more than a dozen fighters shattered into a pile of metal waste and exploded into a ball of fire. Force landing and parachuting by pilots were extravagant ideas.
There are also dozens of tanks on the ground that have turned into steel twists with blood flowing in the gaps under the attack of the fighting spirit of the military master.
Huh huh~
The next moment, white smoke swarms, hundreds of missiles, thousands of shells fired volleys, covering all the places where the more than fifty martial artists who had been rushing to the death were all covered, flashes of explosions and heat waves appeared one after another.
The warriors' shouts and killings full of strong fighting spirit stagnated, and they fell apart. In a flash, more than 20 warriors were blown into pieces of flesh and blood, and a dozen warriors were seriously injured and landed.
The dozen or so martial artists who survived on the edge of the explosion turned pale, bursting out all their anger and flying back into the intricate city, their flight trajectory twisted and twisted like flies.
The second batch of more than a hundred missiles then flew, but only one or two warriors who could not dodge were killed. The remaining shells fell on the city's high-rise buildings. There was no result except for flattening the high-rise buildings.
Even if the martial artist hides in a relatively low building, the missile cannot cause fatal damage to the shielded martial artist after the missile is detonated in advance.
After the warriors and great warriors who were forced to attack were also washed with heavy artillery and turned into pieces of flesh and blood, the city fell into a silent state again.
Occasionally, a warrior or a group of warriors who want to go out of the city will immediately be surrounded by warplanes carrying missiles and blow them to pieces.
In the end, no martial artist dared to leave the city.
The two men and horses are facing each other, the modern army can't attack, the barbarians can't get out, and no one can do anything about it. It seems that they can stalemate forever.
But this is a situation that could only happen before.
Ten minutes later, a huge cloud glowing with red light flew up, and more than two thousand blood angels with sharp blood-red wings on it were clearly visible, filled with aura of belief that was completely different from the of the storm.