Chapter 330 Legacy

Lin Xiang clearly saw the despair and weakness deep in Afura's heart. Inside, there was the sorrow and coldness, darkness and loneliness of a man over a century.

Everyone in the world has their own place.

Aphra should not be the ruthless city lord, nor should she be the Skeleton Knight or some damn "Redener". As she herself said——I just hope to be the bright and laughing child around Weber, the virtuous wife and mother of the housekeeper.

Having a physique that can accept virus modification does not mean that one must assume responsibilities that are not your own.

For a man, she has lived alone in pain and memories for hundreds of years. What she said is right, copying life forms is indeed impossible to replace real humans.

This is true for her, but it does not mean that it is true for everyone.

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They are indeed pitiful.

No one talks, no one leaves. They are all silently waiting for the final outcome.

"Buried me and Weber. That's my only request."

Aphra kept holding the man with the title of emperor, her voice hoarse. She leaned her head and her plump Ru room tightly against Webber's head. She was like a fleeting treasure, and she was unwilling to let go of even a little bit of gap.

Lin Xiang silently looked at the two people sitting on the big side and leaning on each other. After a long time, he slowly stood up, turned around, took a hand that was a little worse than that of Yingjia, and left the room.

This should be Alfra's last instruction.

With expressionless expression on his face, Lin Xiang suddenly thought of Qi Yue, Fang Yujie, and those who were dead and perhaps still alive.

It is the most painful and unbearable torture to come to the desolate and dead wasteland with the memories of the old era.

From wilderness to prosperity, it is exciting and exciting.

As faith collapses, despairs are also despairing about everything.

The long life that lasted for more than a hundred years has not witnessed the times moving from backward to progress, but has watched the once prosperous world turn into ruins. The ruined buildings are left behind, the cracked streets, the dead human bones densely covered with weeds and rubble, and countless used plastic bags flying up and down in the sky like ghosts, howling and whistling in the wind.

From the Crescent City to the Black Prison Capital, Aphra had no interest in Longteng Ling from beginning to end. War is just a boring game she used to pass the time. No matter who loses or who wins, she is indifferent. As for the Empire and Weber, they are just an excuse that is not clever but actually exists.

She was tired of this world. When both belief and sustenance did not exist, all she had left was death as the final liberation.

It seemed to be to prove that Lin Xiang's idea was correct, and two dull gunshots came from the direction of the bedroom upstairs.

Lin Xiang looked at the beautiful marble floor under his feet, without saying a word. Only two slender and thick black eyebrows were slightly twisting, as if he was struggling desperately between fantasy and reality.

Holding Ying Jia's hand, he kept holding it very tightly.

The things left by the dead are bloody and extremely painful lessons. But these two points are usually not paid attention to by people when they are alive. What they are more interested in is a large amount of tangible substances that have no belongings. In the words of the civilized era, it is "heritance".

The battle in the palace has ended, and nearly 600 guards have all died in battle, and none of them surrendered. Although the wasteland world is full of intrigue and opportunism, it continues to have outstanding qualities such as loyalty and bravery in the human bloodline, but it will continue with the beliefs that exist in the subconscious mind of the brain.

The combatants who formed the assault squad were also parasites with up to three-star power. It was not fair to defeat the number of battles with mass. They quickly occupied important commanding heights inside and outside the palace, and set up heavy weapons at the level. At the same time, Lin Xiang also ordered his guards to immediately send a message to Wang Biao and Yang Hua, asking them to separate a thousand-man troops to advance at full speed in the direction of Black Prison City in the shortest time. In addition, the two legions of "Extreme Warriors" and "Holy Blood Angel" quickly surrounded the main force of the Black Prison Legion on the front of the battlefield. Before his death, Alfra had ordered them to truce the entire line. Without the command of the central core, they would surrender and incorporate all things that seemed to be fantasy and empty will probably become reality.

It is certainly gratifying to be able to occupy the entire Black Prison Empire without firing a single shot. However, various complex problems and troubles are also coming one after another. The territory of the empire is too vast, and the population under its rule is as large as ten million. The huge armed forces of the entire ten legions have formed an absolute numerical advantage over the Longteng Ling. Suddenly, all of these changes are neutral or may turn to their own uncertainty at any time. Without absolute control of these undecisive "legacy", they are not really possessed at all. Once there is an intervention force, they are likely to change their attitude immediately and become the inevitable enemy that will never stop fighting again.

"Order: All combatants along the eastern coast immediately headed south, and with Bernie's "Saurus" legion as the forefront, they all strive to siege the imperial forces facing the front. Quincy led the legion to launch a rush from a weak defensive force. It is important to ensure that all cities along the route of travel are intact and other important facilities such as water, electricity, energy, military industry, etc. are intact."

"Order: All the units of the "Baizi" legion under Zhou Hao's command carried out infiltration on the spot, and fully controlled all administrative officials of the cities originally belonged to the imperial side. The threat of force and heavy money can be carried out at the same time. Reject the collaborators, kill them, and show them to the public, and the whole family will be implicated. The means are ruthless and resolute. At the same time, select some civilians or slaves to serve as civil officials or directly replace them."

"Order: All cities in Longteng's territory will immediately carry out the second training for the military. All the first phase trainees will go to the southern border, and the second phase trainees must complete basic military training within fifteen days. Weapons, patrons, and all military supplies will be issued by the Management Committee. Those who dare to delay will be killed! Those who seize materials without authorization will be killed! Those who are improperly dealing with emergencies will be killed!”

As the electric bo is quickly transmitted to all the management agencies of Longteng Ling. For more than four hours, the commandos in charge of contact were sitting in front of the shoulder-back remote communicator, and nervously issued all the commands of Lin Xiang's oral transcripts. The battle results must be digested as soon as possible in a short period of time. The wasteland world is full of too many variables, and other family forces around the empire have been eyeing each other, and they may tear off a piece of it from these already belonging to the borderless land at any time. Although the strength of Longteng Ling is far stronger than that of them, it takes time to stabilize the people, count the results of the war, department operation, etc. The news of Alfra and the emperor's death is currently the highest secret, and we must take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to hold everything firmly in our hands.

The sky has gradually become brighter, and the darkness covering the sky is becoming increasingly faint. Although the sunlight behind the clouds has never been able to penetrate it, they can make the creatures living on the ground feel their actual existence.

In the distance of the gray horizon, pieces of flying smoke and dust were faintly floating. The assault soldiers who were in charge of guarding the city, who were standing on the highest tower in the south of Black Prison City, immediately discovered something strange. Through the tactical telescope, you can see a huge army composed of various types of war vehicles. It was mixed with dozens of light and agile heavy motorcycles, as well as soldiers running along both sides of the old highway with guns and live ammunition. It is roughly estimated that the actual combat power of this unit is about 5 to 6,000 people. The target is directly pointing to the Black Prison Emperor Capital directly in front of the highway.

The assault soldier will immediately open the heavy machine gun safety on the tower, and at the same time, the button button of the individual communicator on his shoulders will be opened to inform the combat command that has been moved to the inner courtyard of the palace.

Although Aphra, who was completely disappointed, ordered the ten legions to put down their weapons on the spot, he did not carefully issue the instructions to the Imperial cities, garrisons, guards and administrative personnel. After he died, he left a huge stall and threw it to Lin Xiang to clean up.

It must be admitted that this is indeed a piece of oil, but it is very difficult to eat it without leaving a bite.

The imperial military system consists of two thousand people as a combat brigade.

More than thirty kilometers south of the imperial capital, it belongs to the garrison base. After receiving the signal of asking for advice from the palace guards, the remaining troops at the base immediately began to assemble. By dawn, the armored troops that had joined the infantry and fighting chariots were approaching the city and could launch a siege at any time.

Near the city about four kilometers, the army stopped advancing.

Due to limited resources, soldiers who were assigned to local garrisons could not receive reinforcement like regular legions. They were still ordinary people, strong, but did not have strong physical strength twice or even three times the normal state. Full-armed long-range off-road has long exhausted them. In this case, the attack will be severely disconnected between the chariots and infantry. Without sufficient support and firepower assistance, tanks and armored vehicles entering the city to engage in street battles could not cope with opponents lurking in the dark of the house. Rockets with armor-piercing effects will soon be enough to destroy the entire chariot brigade.

Heavy chariots with high turrets lined up at the front of the team, and the infantry gathered behind the wheeled armored vehicles began to breathe and recover their strength. The side armor plates on both sides of the combat command vehicle had fallen, and staff officers with varying ranks ran back and forth between the tactical sand table and the computer. The air was filled with gray and yellow sand, sweat, noisy voices, and the lingering smell of fuel and fire.

Opposite, the view was blocked by thick smoke and dust, and the bottom of the city outline with a large appearance and shape could only be blurred, and a few black figures slowly walked over.

The Imperial soldiers responsible for the warning immediately blew a warning of whistle hanging in front of the IONG, and at the same time picked up a sniper rifle equipped with an infrared sight. On the center of the cross mirror hole on the light red background, a white blurred figure was moving forward on the surface. The footsteps were heavy and rhythmic, and the other holes could not be seen clearly, but they could feel the terrifying aura released from them, which was extremely powerful and full of heavy pressure.

Unlike ordinary combatants, all sentries in the Black Prison Empire must receive at least a level 2 enhancement. Only in this way can they have eyes and ears that are more sensitive than ordinary people. They can see farther, hear more clearly, and have better early warning and reconnaissance abilities. Although the target time is only a few seconds apart, it is enough to determine the life and death of a unit.

A harsh alarm sounded over the temporary camp. With the sharp whistle, soldiers who were resting in the spot immediately gathered behind the closest chariot or bunker, aimed the black muzzle at the direction of the target in the middle of the dust fog, and silently waited for the officer's order.

The flying dust gradually subsided, and the air with greatly weakened dust began to become transparent. The visibility became clearer, while the shadows coming from the city became blurry. In the end, it was completely impossible to distinguish its original shape.

The speed of the eye observing object is relative. Only when the speed of the object itself is lower than or remains in line with the eye carrier can the scene of the retina reversely entering the retina from the pupil. Otherwise, it becomes blurry and cannot capture any actual morphological microscopic details.

If the warned soldier had a mutated constitution that was at least not as weak as a six-star parasite, he would be able to see Lin Xiang's face as smooth as a white porcelain doll, with a sense/smile and facial features.

Running up, starting, jumping up, breaking through the sound barrier in an instant, and his body was like a gray bo light, and he suddenly passed through the defensive position surrounded by heavy tanks with a majestic momentum. The unexpected imperial soldiers were like scattered gravels in the explosion of artillery shells, screaming and flying high, and in various strange postures that could not be made under normal conditions, they directly scattered dozens of tons. In the middle of the position's breakthrough, a vehicle weighing dozens of tons

The "Abrams" main battle tank was lifted up by the thick smoke and dust that rushed wildly under the tracks to create a fragile chassis, and tilted from bottom to top to an increasingly larger elevation angle. With the "squeaking" sound of mechanical crushing, the heavy body turned sideways more than ninety degrees. Finally, amid the shock and fearful shouts around, the entire chariot fell heavily from the sky, swaying back and forth on the ground, finally no longer moving.

The six impact bos were like a red fire on the fire. The extremely sharp knife easily cut through the thick butter-like defense circle. Screams and curses immediately sounded inside the broken position, and soldiers stationed inside surrounded the end of the impact. Various weapons kept firing, and jiā forks were used to close the end of the smoke. Although they could not see the figure and face of the raider clearly, based on their past combat experience, they could accurately determine the true identity of the other party as a psychic. The most effective way to deal with these high-level biological individuals whose strength is far stronger than that of themselves is to concentrate firepower and conduct all-round attacks.

The temporary camp of nearly 6,000 people is not small, nor is it too big. According to the configuration of vehicles and personnel, Lin Xiang, who was rushing at high speed, could easily find the armored command vehicle in the center of several chariots. Looking at the imperial soldiers who were approaching quickly from nearby, Lin Xiang suddenly smiled. He turned around, lowered his head, half-squatted down, and jumped out quickly. His body, which was tightly wrapped in light gray combat substitution, crossed agilely through the dense bullets. His extended limbs quickly changed his movement trajectory in the air, and he sensibly avoided the howling warhead for a moment. Lin Xiang had forcibly broken through the blockade of dozens of soldiers, landed steadily, and stood less than five meters away from the side of the command vehicle.

The two young staff officers immediately grabbed the assault rifle placed on the weapon stand. Before the muzzle was pointed at the target, the m500 in Lin Xiang's hand had already spewed out a blazing flame. The two bodies suddenly leaned back in different directions and hit hard on the solid and hard framed car wall, causing an extremely violent impact.

While flashing and rushing straight, shocked by his subordinates' death in an instant, a colonel standing behind the tactical sand table felt his throat tightening, and his pupil focal length immediately retracted from the dead staff body. What caught his eye was Lin Xiang's face with a soft smile.

"Benedict Tresen?"

After glanced at the seniority chapter in front of the colonel, Lin Xiang called out the other party's name with a clear pronunciation.

The colonel's face was ashen and his beard was trembling violently. The ability Lin Xiang had just shown shocked him secretly. As the supreme commander of the garrison troops, he was also a mutant with level seven evolutionary power. The unusual powerful force released from the other party made him feel instinctively frightened. He was like a mouse caught by the sharp claws of a hungry eagle, irresistible and unable to even struggle.

The only thing he could do at this moment was to nod his head with difficulty and helplessness when he heard the other party calling out his name.

"Order all soldiers outside to put down their weapons immediately———"

Lin Xiang glanced at him lightly, and released an extremely strong and cold murderous intent on his body.

The palace database stores all relevant information about the imperial army. Benedict Tresen's name and the garrison troops under his command are only part of it.

"Can you keep them safe?"

Tresen twisted his neck hard, allowing himself to struggle out of his nearly suffocating state to have a barely space for breathing and speaking. He swallowed a heavy mouthful of saliva, bit his teeth, and roared stubbornly: "Put down the gun, they will die more-----"

Being captured, but not surrender.
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