Chapter 736: 22. Mysterious Paradise (5)

In less than three seconds, the attackers found and confirmed the high-speed moving Kinkaram, and confirmed the identity of the uninvited guest by making the Eye of the Deer Egret, Colonel Guy La Chambre sneered.
They also did a lot of homework before the war, and the situation in front of them is also a situation that may be predicted during the deduction. Although the probability is not high, it is still within the prediction range.
(Single horses dare to go straight to the upcoming multi-phase three-dimensional magic array, and the young master and the queen majesty are indeed brave.)
La Chambre applauded secretly, then shook his head gently again.
War is no longer a primitive form that can determine victory or defeat based on personal bravery. No matter how brave it is, no matter how brave it is, there are things that cannot be crossed and cannot be changed.
"Just ask His Royal Highness to make sacrifices for the Daoist Reformation!"
With a solemn mumbling, the commander of the commando nodded to the adjutant on the side, and the communications sergeants recited the "strike" instruction to the gem.
Under the Cassandra Bridge, a whole row of large winged rockets lay quietly on the launch track, the steel forest pointing to the sky exudes an ominous breath, and young faces are slid into the cockpit of the projectile neatly. The piercing shrieks and dazzling flames rushed to the other side of the sky.
By making the demon witness the magnificent scenery, the eyes turned to the slogans of "Jade broken into benevolence", "Tianyouwuwang", "Special Attack Pioneer" painted on the young people waiting for the attack and the remaining bombs, and the conspicuous cherry mark , Tears of excitement overflowed from his eyes.
After many defeats with the consortium, the Army deeply realized that it was quite difficult to rely on the existing equipment to gain the upper hand in the armed conflict with the consortium, and it was also easy to be "choked". In the long run, there was no way out. After painful thinking and pain. Weapon researchers turned their attention to the research and application of new magic techniques and the development of various "special attack weapons".
At an armaments survey meeting, Major General De Astier de La Virilli, who was in charge of combat readiness material deployment and new weapon development, proposed the so-called "unexpected rocket impact plan". The assertion that the combat mode is necessary" requires the development of suicide weapons and the use of flesh-and-blood "meatballs" to fight gun rain. Under his direct push. The Army gave the green light to the R&D rocket special attack aircraft. After a series of failures, the Army successfully launched the "special attack rocket. Sakura" in less than three months.
The title sounds scary, but when you strip away the messy words that scare people, you can see that "Sakura" is essentially a manned missile or a rocket-powered suicide aircraft. This special attack rocket is an enlarged and winged version of the Congreve rocket. The "Sakura" is 6.06 meters long and has a wingspan of 5.12 meters. There are only ailerons for lateral control on the wings, but no (except for trainers). The H-shaped tail has a double vertical tail, which can avoid the rear of the fuselage. Flow interference. Because there is no need to consider landing and returning. Therefore, the landing gear, self-defense weapons and escape equipment were naturally omitted, and in order to increase the warhead as much as possible, the cockpit was not only narrow, but also moved to the top of the tail. The warhead of the aircraft was generously packed with 800 kg of charge, plus the propellant in the middle of the body, the explosive power was equivalent to 1 ton of gunpowder. In addition to great power, because it is driven. Someone’s brain was used as the seeker of this rocket booster bomb, and the
self-seeking
problem that Defense Army rocket expert Dr. Braun had been unable to solve was also
overcame
.
Because the propellant is black gunpowder, the maximum range of "Sakura" is only a pitiful 3 kilometers, and the maximum flight speed is 500 kilometers per hour. The long-range attack can not be expected. It is still more than enough to use it as a weapon to defend against the ground.
"Look at me, the heroic posture of the Warriors Charlemagne...!!!"
La Chambre clenched his fists hard, unknowingly that his nails pierced his skin, and blood drops dripped down his fingers.
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Roland thinks that he is well-informed, but such things as guided rockets have never been heard. In fact, it’s not just him. If the whole world knows about the Defense Force’s Penemunde Proving Ground and the various experimental projects in it, there are no more than 10 people in the world. And he was not among them, so when a big voter rocket appeared in front of him, he couldn't help being surprised.
In his mind. Rocket is a weapon that confirms the target visually, sets the launching track, and flies along the set trajectory, which can be said to be the evolutionary form of the catapult. Although its power is great, the flight trajectory is quite simple. As long as you pay attention to the wind direction and trajectory, and your own mechanical power is not too bad, it is not difficult to avoid it.
You can enlarge the rocket, add wings that can be used to control the direction, and a human head that is not afraid of death. The threat level can't be the same.
He is not clear about the specific performance parameters of "Sakura". Judging from the size and flight speed of the other party, at least 500 kilograms of charge, plus the kinetic energy of high-speed flight, one or two hits are enough to sink or hit a large battleship. As for maneuverability... It is slightly worse than the fireball with "Magic Bullet" added, but it finally has the ability to correct the trajectory on its own.
"why……!"
Angry words burst out of the clenched teeth.
"Why do you want to make this kind of thing! It is because there are people like you everywhere that make you nowhere to go!!"
People who design suicide weapons, people who are willing to take things in are all lunatics. There is no honour in their behavior, let alone reason, and it is absolutely crazy. Turn yourself into a bomb and roll everything around into destruction, just to satisfy your own grudges.
Brutality and cruelty are the characteristics of all extremists. When confronted with such uncommunicable people, anxiety and anger are like boiling, constantly tumbling from the bottom of my heart.
But now there is no spare time left for him to vent.
The energy of 1 ton of black gunpowder is not painful for Jinkaram’s defense, but the flight speed of
Sakura
at a speed of 500 kilometers per hour is added to the speed of Jinkaram itself at 965 kilometers per hour. Kinetic energy is about to die. Although various shock-absorbing cushioning treatments have been done in the car, Roland is not confident that he can survive this epic car accident, let alone catch Minerva. After he concentrated on searching for the stalls formed by the core of the three-dimensional magic array, this group of guys came too late.
"Minerva!"
Roland shouted in disregard of ritual education. From the rear hesitant reply of "Hah?" He continued to roar to:
"Disturb their sight with this! Please!"
This time I used "Please", but there was no difference in tone and order. Before Minerva responded, the small box behind him opened and a mechanical arm assembled the folded 40mm grenade launcher. Delivered to Minerva.
"This is...?"
The metal block with a different style from the active firearms made Minerva a little stunned, knowing that it might be a weapon of the firearm type, but he didn't know how to deal with it.
"Turn on the red marked insurance, aim the gun at the top and the front, and fire. It's easy!"
"Where is it easy?"
The center of gravity suddenly tilted to the right, and a light yellow iron block near the valley background flashed by. The field of vision was filled with erupting white light, and Roland's scolding came from the front as the horror was undecided.
"These ah!!!!!!"
Fierce anger was passed along the sympathetic circuit, and the weakness and pain in the boy's heart echoed in Minerva's heart. The reason for such anger was also sent.
Army bombs, flower bombs, and detonation bombs are all timed fuzes-according to the required time to set the length of the fuse to detonate, they have not yet developed reliable impact fuze and proximity induction fuze. Instead. It uses the magical technique of implanted projectiles to control the timing of initiation by a special observer, so as to achieve the best damage effect.
In other words-
Even if Roland avoided the suicide rocket, they had no chance of surviving.
They are no longer regarded as human beings, those who design rockets, those who use rockets, and those who order. No one puts a fresh life in their eyes.
This kind of thing, this kind of thing... don't make sense! !
The anger near the boiling point made Minerva feel a little scared and confused.
But the person who wanted to take his own life died, but he saw the death of someone he didn't know, and avoided the suicide weapon to survive. What is the reason to sympathize with the enemies of the same consumables?
Beheading the enemy in front of you, striding over the body of the enemy, and continuing to move forward firmly and unwaveringly. Isn't that what you should do as a "warrior", "warrior", or "strong man"?
However, Roland was very angry.
It is unreasonable to unilaterally treat humans as consumables and figures. Angry about this. Those who apparently died were those who wanted to take his life. It was a simple phenomenon like accidents, but was angry at the death that was taken for granted?
It's incredible.
Even if I already know some of the reasons, I still can't understand.
In less than a second, these thoughts flashed through like lightning. then--
Minerva saw it.
Maybe it was a illusion, maybe an illusion. When Bai Ju was in a gap, she and the suicide rocket driver faced each other.
! !
It’s too young to even be called a teenager. It’s as young as Shire. The childish face full of tears and snot is mixed with despair and resentment. His brown eyes reflect a stunned self, and his trembling thin lips bend out of the ugly. Smile, one in one.
The white flash flooded the boy's face, and after a while, the erupting scorching heat hit the barrier, as if he were on a boat in the center of the storm.
Roland seemed to roar again, and there was no sign of vibration in the body, but these were no longer something Minerva could touch.
Mom, I did it--
Instead of reading lips, I felt the thoughts-like the wind and the light, blowing through my body at the moment of the explosion and ringing directly in my head.
what is this--
I vaguely heard Roland's cry "Don't look, it will leave trauma", and instincts continue to sound alarms, but in any case, I can't get rid of that crying and laughing voice.
Mom, I did it--
I hit a consortium--
I defeated the queen girl who pleased the consortium—
Father, mother, where are you--
Faster;
Faster;
Come and brag about me quickly and say that I did well-
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"
Unable to distinguish between self and others, the soul contaminated with the color of despair and madness seemed to be torn apart. This pain even spread to the flesh, as if the entire body had to be torn in half.
Not anymore.
So painful.
Is going to die.
Who can help me.
Who will--
"Minerva!!"
Thunder and thunder cried. The shimmering warmth wrapped around the body, what is that? What is the rainbow-like warm phosphorescence? The question that flashed through the head was melted by the heat of resonance inside the body, and it was about to be restored in the vision that was swallowed by the darkness.
"what is that?"
Holding the forehead still in pain, the girl "　".
It's like an illusion, but fear and pain actually remain on the body. Suddenly overlap with others' thinking, resonate with each other
"This is..."
"Cheer me up!"
After shouting with all her might, she rushed into her ear again, and Minerva straightened her spine subconsciously. Only then did she wake up and find that the Kinkaram was emitting red phosphorescence.
"Don't look at that kind of thing, don't ask questions, and then there will be time to regret and ask questions. Now--"
Roland raised his head and shouted decisively.
"First stop this everything!!"
The girl's body was shocked, and then look at the special attack rocket that was adjusting its direction towards this side. The defensive technique also ended its silence. With the special rocket launching the barrage, the fireball and the thunder passed by. A series of dazzling sparks were brought out on the barrier, the black smoke of the rocket explosion and the light of the thunder and fire ball bursting with each other.
A part of "Sakura" failed to hit the target and turned around to start a second impact. At this time, a new wave of "Sakura" was launched on the ground. The trail of the special attack rocket depicts a huge fan shape, reminiscent of the fireworks festival. view.
Front, back, left, and right, there is no deadly surrounding net with any gaps.
Minerva strongly endured the gastric juices rushing out of his throat. Clench your teeth and, according to Roland, open the insurance, aim, and fire—
The ripped grenade flew through the gap exposed by the barrier, and then exploded with flashes and loud noises overhead, and thick white smoke quickly spread around.
It was too late to appreciate the feeling of shooting for the first time on the battlefield in life, and to admire playing this novel toy. Shrouded in dense smoke.
The fire-intensive defense technique caught the blind at once, and the attack speed and density became scattered. The "Sakura" fluttered out of the smoke. Immediately gliding to the ground because of the loss of power, it is incredible that neither one exploded nor crashed.
The magician sergeants who were staring at the battlefield did not have any curiosity about this, and they controlled the demon to search for the target. But no matter which kind of angel is helpless to the smoke. The eyes of the bird, the heat of the snake, and the sound of the bat cannot penetrate the mist.
"Immediately start the "Shadowless Aeolus"! Launch the remaining "Sakura" too!"
La Chambre punched on the table, the mask of passion smashed, and the sullen and gloomy face was so horrible that his men were frozen and unable to move. He only heard him roar with a cannibalistic tone:
"What are you still doing there?! It doesn't matter if it's not in perfect condition, anyway, it's enough to destroy the train, let them do it!!"
It’s too late to do it again-there is no basis, the intuition as a soldier is so shouting, the frightened communication sergeants finally wake up, just before they start to fiddle with the communication gem and give orders, the magician who controls the demon yells Out loud.
"Your Excellency, the target appears! It rushed towards the three-dimensional magic circle!!"
"what!!!"
Connected to the sympathetic loop, the army corrected it to catch up with the wonderful scene of watching the Jinkaram rush into the "Shadowless Aeolus". His original red face turned instantly pale, and then he shouted like a madman.
"Start immediately!! Quickly--!!!"
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An empty world.
The hatred of the consortium, the repeated speeches of the same content, and living together-based on the empathy extracted from these, combined with taking medication and hypnotic hints, is the common consciousness space that Roland and they are now in.
It is a pure spiritual world connected by magic circles, using hundreds of standardized human consciousness as parts. Although it is meaningless to describe the appearance of the world of consciousness with actual vision, but if you have to give an example, the one most similar to this is the Gobi Desert. Desolate, dead and empty. It is possible to be overwhelmed by loneliness and fear alone.
The magician on standby and the children in charge of assisting computing are in a state of meditation like dreams, and their thoughts and feelings are temporarily frozen. However, once the surgical technique is activated, all thinking is forced to turn into a "momentless wind god" as the starting power, and the desert will turn into a complete void.
The only thing to do is now!
Roland closed his eyes and opened a sympathetic technique. Self-consciousness gradually extended, connected to a huge network of surgical styles, and plunged into the desert.
The consciousness of splicing into one produced a subtle ripple, which immediately evolved into a violent wave of negation, and rushed towards the foreign body invading it.
There are no flaws, and there is no room for common consciousness in any color other than the blank. Roland's consciousness is undoubtedly a foreign object that needs to be eliminated urgently. The violent winds of resistance continued to rise, almost overwhelming Roland's consciousness.
Destroy the consortium;
Kill the queen and prince;
Complaints are constantly roaring in the ears, and crazy ideas that cannot be distinguished between purpose and means seem to be poisoning everything, and it is necessary to render all the same as yourself.
(Sorry.)
Enduring the call sign like a landslide and tsunami, the teenager sent a firm answer.
He couldn't flinch, he still had to do something.
Breathe deeply. Roland began to explore all corners of the common consciousness.
Because the overall surgical technique is too large to be integrated into the brain of one or several people, it can only be broken down into paragraphs, compressed and stored in the consciousness of each surgeon. After receiving the start command, all the paragraphs will be decompressed together and start to operate, and each paragraph is like a jigsaw piece that remembers its position. Combining oneself to form a huge spell effect.
Now Roland has no time to find out all the paragraphs one by one to eliminate them. Even if he destroys some of them, most of the other parties have prepared preliminary paragraphs dedicated to filling the defects in this situation. He must find the core technique. Only by finding the core, and then transporting the "collapse" to all nodes through all the networks linking the core, it is reasonable to allow the entire operation to die before starting.
Roland explores each consciousness one by one, and it is at this time that the change is just a student.
The common consciousness suddenly shook, and the operative paragraphs in a compressed state began to unfreeze at the same time.
The scene is like a sudden burst of green buds in the endless gravel, and in a blink of an eye it thrives into a vine that extends around, and a lot of flowers bloom at the same time-a combination of geometric lines and runes. The flowers are constantly fused and rewritten, merged into larger and more flowers, and then assembled into a huge garden. That scene is unforgettable all one's life, and it can even make the viewer forget that this is a flamboyant poisonous flower that has never been seen before.
Poisonous flowers are too large, and Roland and Minerva are too small. It is obviously impossible to stop the catastrophe that has changed with the power of a small human.
The hot and cold air around starts to flow up and down, and in a moment it will grow to a maximum instantaneous wind speed of 120 meters per second-a super strong tornado with an instant speed of 432 kilometers. It is known that the wind force of the largest class F5 tornado is only 330 kilometers per hour. The tornado like Fengshen easily passed.
And this is just the beginning. Next, under the interaction of super tornadoes, a large area will become a vacuum, buildings will burst from the inside out, and creatures will die of blood boiling and visceral burst before suffocation.
No one can escape.
"Do not make jokes!!"
Roland screamed with all his might, and the colorful Kamalo suspended from the center of the operation style spewed colorful phosphorescent light, and the light green, bright red, sapphire blue, and light yellow phosphorescent weave of the light curtain surrounded the entire three-dimensional magic array.
The flowers of the circuit stopped growing, as if being poured with hot water, and the common consciousness screamed.
The wind-like resistance permeated through, and the screams of hungry ghosts screamed and cursed, but they still couldn't stop the flowers from freezing and shattering.
With a bang, the huge magic circle collapsed under everyone's attention.
"It's really thrilling."
Staring at the seven-color symphony, Li Lin said lazily, the mellow wine was swaying with the action of playing with the glass.
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The Jinkaram slowly landed on the Cassandra Bridge. Roland was sweating and breathing tightly, and he couldn't say a decent answer. He gasped on the handlebars. In contrast to him, Minerva, still in a state of distraction, inevitably looks awkward and ignorant, yet maintains a basic manner.
Take a deep breath and spit out the empty exhaust.
"We... succeeded?"
The clear purpose of the action is to "release the "formless Fengshen"". However, it is impossible to produce realism immediately after this is done.
Of course, in this regard, most bystanders are the same. Only a very few people who know the insider can face this situation calmly.
It takes a while for various emotions to come on, and then people will remember the matter of arrest and contact. But these have nothing to do with Roland.
The consciousness is a little vague, and the thinking will feel very tired, and the fatigue on the spiritual level may even be fed back to the body.
This is a matter of course.
Confrontation with a common consciousness formed by interconnecting hundreds of people with one's own strength. The cost of doing such a thing beyond common sense is only mental fatigue, which is quite cost-effective.
When the faint consciousness slid to sleep, a soft handkerchief over Roland's forehead.
"Sleeping here can catch a cold."
It sounded like a sister's voice consoling her brother. Roland opened his eyes strenuously, and Minerva was sweating for him.
"Ah... thanks."
Roland struggled to squeeze out a smile. Although his head was shaking back and forth, he felt uncomfortable. At the moment, he couldn't even bother to move a finger.
It may be too focused, or it may be that after the war, I finally feel relieved. Neither of them noticed, not far from them. There was a "Sakura" special attack rocket that successfully landed successfully.
The canopy slipped open, and a girl flipped out of it. She lost her foot and took a step forward, falling over the muddy ground.
Clenching her teeth, the girl stood up muddy.
Boom, a black sphere fell to the ground.
It's a bomb. In order to increase the power of the explosion, the girl took it privately and sewn a total of five in the clothes. Now the clothes line opened, and the bomb fell out of it. The girl picked up the bomb and held it tightly.
Those who want to protect, those who can protect themselves are no longer there.
The only way to gain "liberation" from this cruel world is to devote oneself to "jihad".
The girl looked around with wide eyes. There must be something that can be destroyed, there must be an object of "jihad", you must find out that thing!
The red eyes reflected the teenagers snuggling together on the bridge, and a bleak smile climbed onto their faces.
"Goo...hahaha!"
There was a chilling laughter around his mouth, and the girl ran silently.
He nearly fell several times and his feet were muddy. The girl ran at full strength holding a bomb.
The other party did not move.
With just one thought, fireballs and icicles can crucify her in place. But they did not find the imminent danger, standing still quietly like enjoying the peace after the war.
But this kind of thing has nothing to do with girls.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
She shouted the fuze that ignited the bomb.
In fact, just ignite a bomb. Other bombs will explode because of the chain reaction, but she has no room to think about this matter.
"The murderer who killed Dad and Mom! Damn consortium!"
She yelled and rushed towards the teenager.
(……Hey?)
The young man who had been lying still all the time, turned his face to look at her.
The amethyst-clear eyes were full of surprise, and there seemed to be something in his mouth.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
But she could not stop, nor could she stop.
The little questions that flowed from the bottom of my heart are too insignificant in the face of a life that is trampled on and can only find relief.
The bomb in her arms made a snorting noise, and the girl ran on the bomb as if protecting her life.
The purple pupil moved.
He stretched out his hand towards himself~EbookFREE.me~ It seemed that he was still chanting mantras,
What is he going to do?
Doubts passed by, and the girl who turned into a bomb rushed toward the anxious teenager. The white light flew, snow and frost hit the girl's body, and three fuse wires went out.
"this is--"
Can't stop it. The two fuse close to the chest were about to burn to the end, the girl shouted and rushed to Roland.
"God punish!"
With a bang, the flash split.
The flash of self-explosion and the fire were like a thunderbolt in the sky. In a blink of an eye, the figure of the three people was wiped out, leaving only a burnt black and a faint red that represented the disappearance of life.
Apart from that, nothing was left, nothing at all. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)