Katherine doesn't like the current situation quite well.

The flying sand and gravel were everywhere, the servo motors were malfunctioning frequently, and the bearings could even feel the lag. She didn't like the surrounding flame storm. Even if the temperature control system was fully operational, everyone wearing armor was still sweating profusely. But without these flame storms, the density of parasites they had to face would have increased several times, and there would be more integrated wrists and feet that broke through the force field wall. While Katherine loudly ordered the weapon team to make up for the firepower gap that the assault team could not make up for by the explosive rifle and chain saw sword, she led the assault team to chop and kill.

"When will you get that damn thing done?" Katherine yelled. She cut off the wrist foot that had just wrapped around a commando's arm armor, and at the same time made a shot to let the special explosive ammunition solve the problem. "Can't you get faster?"

"I don't have the magic knowledge of the monarch, I need some time!" Guard Zero lay on the ground, writing and painting on the ground with his own combat dagger. This is an order from the monarch. Guard Zero needs to rely on his memory to copy a spell. This is not a problem. Guard Zero has magic in the course of Guard Zero, and the tasks arranged by Salomon are definitely within the difficulty of the course of the course of the monarch. After a while, Zero excitedly inserted the dagger on the ground and began to recite the spell that Salomon had recited in the S.H.E.L. However, in his mouth, this spell was far from as smooth as Salomon himself recited.

"I succeeded!"

"Sisters!" Catherine waved the chainsaw sword and shouted to a combat squad that had just been teleported in the wall of the force field, "Shoot, swing the sword, we need every power now! Our lives are not our belongings, we are the warriors of the monarch, and we will sacrifice for him! This is his tempering for us, follow his will, and fight!"

The combat team did not say a word and immediately joined the battle. Fighting for the monarch until death, this is the sisterhood's creed. The Imperial Guard Zen continued his work. He became more and more skillful and teleported two combat teams one after another, but when it was the third team's turn, the teleportation spell suddenly failed. He told Catherine the first time. "I understand, contact them after the sandstorm has dissipated." Her tone was calm, "Skip the gambler to teleport other teams. Sisters, tighten the formation and don't let the enemy disturb Zero!"

The violent flame storm gradually cut off the gravel around the dunes, and huge orange-red scorching flame columns wandered around the command team, melting the gravel outside the dunes they were in at an astonishing speed. The sisters were standing above the huge stone sculpture left by the alien civilization, and the flames gradually peeled off and covered the sand and dust of this great work of art for thousands of years. However, no one was interested in recording the traces left by this civilization, and creatures from the earth were fighting to the death on their bodies.

Salomon used his long sword to cut off the invading wrist foot, and the current and flames rushed straight up the sandstorm that stretched out the wrist foot, killing a whole piece of parasites, like a group of easy cleaning of garbage. Just two magical magics were enough to exert extremely terrible power in Salomon's hands. The hive kept luring Salomon into the storm, and the secret mage also walked over as if it were good. The sisters were responsible for killing the extended consciousness of the hive, while he was responsible for killing the main consciousness of the hive.

When he finally penetrated deep into the center of the sandstorm, the human figure in a black ragged cloak had already been waiting there.

Salomon was sure that he was far enough away from all the sisters' combat squads, almost fifty kilometers. Only here can he carry out his combat plan. "You are not an ordinary alien, child." The voice in the black robe had endless malicious intentions. Even if it didn't speak, the secret mage could hear the hunger and greed contained in its soul. "I don't know why they sent you here, but you are definitely not ordinary. It would be a pity if you died here. Are you interested in listening to my plan?"

Even as it was talking, the disgusting wrists and feet from all over the surroundings continued to surge in. The secret mage rushed over without saying a word, carrying flames and light, and used a long sword and explosive bomb to smash any honeycomb clones close to him. Whenever the honeycomb wanted to subdue him with dense clusters of parasites, the flame shield surrounding the surroundings would suddenly appear, burning the tiny parasites to death.

"No time." Salomon said coldly. He needed to attract the attention of the hive and force the monster to concentrate his strength to siege him. Catherine found that the flame storm around him gradually subsided, and the sandstorm seemed to have changed direction and rushed towards the position where the monarch was. She could vaguely see the flash of the monarch's sword in the pitch-black storm. He turned his wrist, and the orange-red fire flashed over the palm of his hanging ring. Even though the coordinates of the planet had not been sorted out, he could still do something.

For example, take yourself as the coordinates.

"As for your order, my lord!" Tita nodded and issued an order to the firepower team below the command platform. At the same time, several portals with orange-red sparks appeared around the Punishment Sky Carrier far away on Earth. The end of the portal was above the atmosphere of a planet, and a huge amount of air rushed in from the portal. Tita ordered the gunner to open fire with all his might towards the portal, and at the same time put a strategic weapon into the portal.

"I really like your ability, kid." The hive raised its head, and the deformed eyes under the black hood looked at the flashing sparks with interest. "Your ability is very powerful. Is this a flame? It's simple but most powerful. You are definitely the most powerful alien except me."

"But I don't need you."

The hive laughed, and from the shadow-covered hood, several tiny tentacles deep in the ground, "many people say so."

The secret mage clenched his fists and a layer of golden shield wrapped him up.

Before the hive could express an opinion on this thing beyond its knowledge, a large number of light spots fell from the sky with dense whistling sounds. Missiles marked by the Immortal City flew down from outer space, and then exploded to shatter the thick soup made of sandstorms and parasites. Then, the planet suddenly became quiet, and the whistling sound caused by the sandstorm disappeared. One of the brightest missiles expanded into a dazzling ball of light in the blink of an eye. The high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees Celsius erupted in the atmosphere, like a big hand crushing all the haze and bringing light back to this world.

This is a scene in the end of the world, and the hive finds the name of this phenomenon in the memory of the person it has eaten recently.

"This is a hydrogen bomb, the primitive man of wrist foot. Why do you think I would talk to you?" Salomon said softly, "I am willing to pay such a price to kill you."

The detection system in the helmet runs at full load to prevent excessive light from blinding the wearer's eyes. But just like the temperature control system of the power armor, the electronic eyes struggled for a few times and then went on strike. The servo motor and energy backpack were unable to dissipate heat and smoke came out. But the charred smell of the disgusting electronic components was quickly blown away by the hot wind that hit the face, and all the sounds disappeared, as if the whole world was pressed, which was enough to vaporize the high temperature of steel and the sound waves that could crush reinforced concrete rushed like sea waves, and the buttery clouds surged until the same stratosphere.

The secret mage half-kneeled and raised the shield upwards with difficulty. The air circulation system of the power armor blew out a scorched hot wind. He felt thirsty, dehydrated, deaf and blind, but he tried to keep his consciousness awake. At some point, there was a copper shield embedded in his hand with a snake-haired banshee. He could not see anything. He only felt that the power armor was heated to redness and almost melting, and the arc of flames jumped on him. He smelled the burning smell of his flesh, and dried blood and oil oozed out of the gaps in the power armor, and then these things were carbonized on the surface of the broken armor, and finally they were blown to ashes by the hot wind together.
Chapter completed!