Chapter 455 Stop it, missionary, all sergeants are outside!

   "They are here!"

  In the data stream world constructed by the forerunner, the missionary is looking at the think tank director opposite him with complicated eyes.

The dialogue between two people, or between one person and one program, does not have the feeling of love and hate between couples. On the contrary, there is a kind of I know that you want to kill me for my good, but I don’t blame your Hong Kong and Taiwan flavor. .

Back then, it was because of the missionary’s madness and arbitrariness that the think tank curator made up his mind to seal the other party, thinking about using a database of forerunners to slowly heal the missionaries. However, because of the war with the Flood, everything was ruined. The missionaries are here. He stayed in darkness and loneliness for a full 100,000 years, and after he came out, the missionary who took over everything didn’t want to frustrate the programs left by the think tank curator. Instead, he let the other party find a way to find a helper to organize himself, although There are also reasons why the program can't threaten him, but more reasons are that he misses his wife.

  Whether it was during the Ancient Mankind's Forerunner War or the Forerunner Flood War, the think tank curator was always a solid back for the missionaries, but when he decided to completely kill the ancient mankind, the think tank curator's heart was broken.

  Do the missionaries regret it? He may regret not doing something cleaner, but he will never regret what he did, after all, he is also for other lives in the galaxy.

"never mind!"

  The missionary looked up at the sky, the white light blocked everything, but he could feel the enemy approaching.

   "Let's stop, dazed, it's still too late!"

"They can't stop me! Neither can you! Unexpectedly, after so many years of death, you have to dig a hole for me!" Raise your right finger and look around.

Following his actions, countless Prometheus legions appeared on the scene stepping on floating boards one after another, from the lowest-level hounds, watchmen, warriors, knights, and a large number of flying vehicles. The legion that sleeps here is transformed from ancient humans.

  Whenever they think of the Prometheus war regiment transformed by ancient humans and humans, the missionaries will always feel in a good mood, but it is a pity that these regiments are not conscious. If they were conscious, the scene would definitely be better.

  Boom boom boom…………

Just when the missionary wanted to say something more, a roar of cannons interrupted his words, and the Prometheus battle group, seemingly because of the master’s dissatisfaction, opened their carapace and issued a burst of noise. The roar of the array.

   "Remember today!"

  The missionary turned and left, and the entire data world had also changed because of his movements, and the sky that was radiating bright white light instantly dimmed.

  "Today will be the beginning of a new era in the Milky Way!"

  As the missionary’s vocal declaration of conquest began, the numerous Prometheus legions in the space also leaped with their masters and left the world of data.

   "Offensive!"

At the same time, all the forerunner facilities inside the planet, the dock where the battleship Manapan World is parked, the energy tower that powers the planet, the central control tower that transmits signals, these tall buildings are connected like giants supporting the earth. In the upper and lower layers of the world, the clouds can only cover half of the height.

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   "That ship, is it too big!"

On the   Infinity, everyone in Unsc was shocked by the huge starship two hundred kilometers ahead. Even the chief sergeant who had been to the city of fraternity, the capital of the Star Alliance, turned his helmet.

  The prismatic battleship more than 370 kilometers high looked like a wall from a distance, and a hole in this wall was bigger than the Infinity.

   "Mr. Tony Stark, I'm sorry!"

   Seeing that huge spaceship was starting up, the officers on the Infinity bridge apologized to Fisher first.

   "We doubted your motives before, but now I am ashamed! I didn't expect that you really are thinking about the future of mankind! I am narrow-minded!"

   "Ah this!" Fisher did not expect that his own foolishness, coupled with the other's self-braining, turned his image into a wise and visionary scholar.

   "Needless to say the apology in advance!" Fisher stepped forward, pulled Lasky's head, and pointed at the spaceship in the distance.

  "Resolve that thing first, otherwise this thing will really hit the earth!"

   "Oh, Infinity, ready to fight, Commander Palmer, order the Spartan teams to prepare for action, Mr. Stark, are you staying in the spacecraft or?"

   "Let me be with the Chief Sergeant!" Fisher took out his own double guns and clicked them on the gun. "As an archaeological expert, I bring two guns for this kind of moment!"

   "Well, take care!"

The Infinity was fully fired, using missiles and near-defense guns to sweep the artillery in the way, and the Spartan in the cabin was also sitting and preparing for battle. Before coming, everyone knew that they were going to kill a very awesome alien boss. And the most suitable weapon is naturally a catastrophe nuclear warhead with a size that is not much different from that of a rugby ball. Put it on the waist and detonate it when it arrives. Oh, perfect!

   "Why do you want to hide your real name and still come?"

The Chief Sergeant looked at Fisher, who was sitting behind him. At this moment, the Infinity had arrived in front of the Mantle Death and completed the cleaning of the surrounding interference. Then dozens of Pelican transport planes were loaded with assault troops and plunged. Past.

  "After all, we are unlikely to have intersections anymore. It doesn't matter what the name is! But the intention is true. Our goal is the same! The sergeant is all to stop the missionaries!"

As Fisher was talking, he had already put on his suit. The place that was chopped down by the missionary has been repaired, but because of the tight time, the repaired area has not been painted, making the original look introverted. Moreover, the mighty battle clothes suddenly added a trace of historical vicissitudes, just like the armor of a hundred war knights, seemingly gorgeous, but in fact all traces of repairs.

   And even if it was repaired, the protection of the suit still could not reach the original level, but Fisher also waited for the battle to return to the furnace to build a new one, and didn't care much.

   "Then what is the plan?"

  At this moment, the Pelican on which the two are riding has passed through the unclosed hatch of the Mantleworld, and formally entered the huge spacecraft, which is as complicated as a maze.

"This is simple, Cortana hacks into the spacecraft to open the way, you act as a meat shield to attract firepower, and I will take the head! But before starting the fight, I have to make a mockery!" Fisher asked Cortana to connect to the spacecraft's communication. , And then shouted loudly.

   "Silly beep!"

  (End of this chapter)