Chapter 449 Young people should not talk about martial arts!

   "Human, I want to have a one-on-one glory duel with you!"

A standard of Texas English made Fisher think that he was not facing an alien, but a cowboy from a Texas farm, but the cowboy was not holding a Winchester lever rifle, and It's an axe gun, uh, it's only half of it left.

   "A guard, here, is your prophet master? Was it killed by the master chief?"

Fisher hit the guard’s sore spot with a single mouth. As elite guards of glory, their mission is to protect the safety of the highest leaders of the Satellite League, that is, the prophets, and they did this, but they could kill the prophet. People in ”often squeeze a few unlucky guards easily, such as the Chief Sergeant. In addition, there are many unlucky elite guards in the record of Lieutenant Colonel Jerome 092 of the Spartan Red Team, so Fisher estimates it should be After the split of the Star Alliance, this guard could not find a job, so he came to give his life to the Star Alliance commander. To put it bluntly, it was the way the royal guard came out as a mercenary.

   As expected, the guard who was breached became angry, but his body was covered in blood and blood. If he wanted to scold him back, he couldn't make a big noise. He could only endure the injury and said to Fisher.

  "Stop talking nonsense, human beings, I want to honor you with you..."

   "A **** guy opens my pants chain!"

   Before the voice of the guards finished, Fisher drew his sword in his hand, stepped on the front of his figure, the shining javelin gathered in it, and the big sword slashed out in front of the wind.

  The two staggered, Fisher retracted his sword and got up. The bodyguard still stood in place, but his head was nowhere to be seen. In the distance, an energy javelin shining with colorful streamers was flying below the valley with a familiar head.

   "Look, I'm up, one move is in a second, and it's a chicken!" Fisher turned and shrugged, and then changed his guns.

   "All members mount bayonet, ready to attack!"

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The commander of the Star Alliance does not know at this moment that his guards have been blown to dust by the rockets, or the sort of dust that can't even put together the corpses. He has just returned to his spacecraft at this moment, and then counted. Get off the left-behind personnel of the spacecraft.

  It’s a pity that because of the missionary’s call, he has few combat troops left. Now there are less than a thousand crew members and mechanics left in the entire spacecraft. Although there is no shortage of weapons, the problem lies in training and morale.

The Star Alliance commander tried to mobilize some manpower to return to the mothership again, but there was also bad news over there. The fourth phase of Spartans and a large number of **** paratroopers like humans planted potatoes are like eating, sleeping and sleeping. The defeat of his men was defeated. If it were not for a large number of Prometheus knights to accompany, I am afraid that the Star Alliance army would have become a fourth-stage outstanding combat achievement.

  The bad news continues. As the outer turret of the battleship has been damaged by nearly 80%, part of the hull has been damaged, the liquid cooling pipe has leaked, and the cabin has lost pressure and caught fire. Now the whole ship does not want to take off.

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  "Here is the attack on Raven One (Two)! It is in place"

The belly of the two planes was hollowed out, and the Raven transporter with a plasma cannon hovered at the tail of the CAS mothership, keeping a distance of more than two hundred meters from each other’s jet engines. This is the second CAS mothership. The hangar, generally only supply ships and troop carriers will enter from this hangar, but this is also the closest large breach to the CAS mothership’s power cabin. In order to prevent the Star Alliance commander from self-destructing his warship, Atlas must be in Get the power cabin in the first time, cut off the energy supply of the warship, and then slowly concoct the remaining warship structure.

   "Ready to fire!"

  The driver puts his left hand on the emergency ejection lever, and his right hand fine-tunes the lever. The sight on the eyepiece hud is aimed at the armor plate above the mothership hangar gate, where is the generator position of the airlock shield.

   "Fire!"

  Two hot plasma streams gushing out, hitting the mothership’s armor made of nanocomposite materials.

The high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees instantly gnawed off a large piece of armor like a cake, then the second round of shelling, and the third round, two attacking crows repeatedly bombarded, finally tore the armor of the battleship, and then used plasma The damaged location created a small chain explosion that destroyed the energy shield that blocked the airlock.

  The crew of the spacecraft guarding the hangar was suddenly shocked and hurriedly set up the cannon to prepare for the battle.

Then in the next second, amidst the panic shouts of the Star Alliance crew and the roar of guns, the first Fighting Falcon gunboat rushed into the hangar with plasma fire, and then was completely blasted into a burning fireball. Fisher jumped out from mid-air, his body rotated in the air and pulled out his great sword, releasing a psionic impact that bounced all the panicked guards in the hangar, and the weapons and spaceships were also swayed crookedly. One side.

   "We need support!"

When Fisher landed, more gunboats were integrated into the hangar. While the pilots opened the cabin to launch combat troops, they used the 20mm cannon under the belly to shoot at the door of the hangar. This was the case for a large number of Star Alliance crews with little combat experience. Facing the deadly firepower straightly, the fragile flesh turned into broken flesh and flying armor pieces, and the whole passage instantly turned into flesh and blood purgatory, and the blood of various colors was mixed together and flowed into the depths along the passage.

   "Sir, the second hangar has found an intruder, the garrison is retreating, and they are attacking the power cabin!" The panic report of the Star Alliance crew, mixed with fierce gunfire, soon reached the ears of the Star Alliance fleet commander.

  This tall, golden-armored elite who has participated in countless wars looked at the map of the battleship area in front of him that had begun to turn red, but thought of another thing in his mind.

   "Humans are the heirs of the mantle. We are just a group of well-deserved thieves! Everything the prophet said is a scam!" The words of a colleague echoed in the mind of the fleet commander.

"Inheritance, who cares, what we really need is faith!" The fleet commander gave a bitter smile. Once their faith was guided by the prophet, but now without the prophet, the elites have also begun a civil war, and he is Because I didn't want to participate in this, I came to the poor country to find what I really need.

  But now, it seems that his faith cannot save him.

   Thinking of this, the star alliance commander's originally confused heart suddenly calmed down, and he showed his two energy swords, and the plasma energy reflected his face.

   "It's time to embark on my pilgrimage!"

  (End of this chapter)