The energy cannon on the sweeper's shoulder shoots out a black energy mass, which is also similar to a magic attack. The power of this attack is medium, but it is similar to a touch fuse and is of the type that explodes on touch.

This grenade-like attack method places relatively little defensive pressure on the magician's magic defense barrier. This is one of the reasons why the Aylanhir Empire has begun to pay attention to the development of magic defense barriers again.

When facing this kind of attack, the magical defense barrier of the God Waiters was much better than when facing the electromagnetic rifle, so these God Waiters quickly fought with the sweepers in front of them.

The magician who possesses superb swordsmanship and countless practical combat experience transformed into a divine servant, and can truly be said to be invincible in close combat.

After all, not all opponents, like the Airanhill Empire, possess a large number of electromagnetic weapons and countless ammunition, and like to use coverage attacks...

When facing the sweepers, the opponent obviously hopes to use their numerical superiority to overwhelm the God's Attendant troops.

This plays right into the hands of the God's Waiters. What the God's Waiters like most is this kind of endless close-quarters combat. In this state, they can massacre their opponents in the most efficient way.

The blade of the God's Attendant who rushed into the crowd was wrapped with sharp lightning. He waved the long sword in his hand and easily split the bodies of several sweepers in front of him.

It was like a hot blade cutting into butter. The long sword was as sharp as a lightsaber, and in just a moment, the surrounding sweepers felt tremendous pressure.

For the first time, they felt that what they were surrounding was not a person, but a monster, a monster that could crush them and devour them.

"Fireball!" After silently reciting the spell, a huge magic circle lit up behind the divine servant. Like a heavy machine gun position, the magic circle began to spit out blazing fireballs around him.

As if machine guns were firing, these fireballs hit the ground, splashing up patches of dust that obscured the view.

With the help of the dust raised, the godly servant took his long sword and charged towards the enemy who was already at a loss.

Along the way, he seemed to be chopping melons and vegetables, as if he was in an uninhabited land, chopping down the enemies who stood in front of him.

His long sword was like a spiritual snake spitting out a message, as if it had life. It chopped off the arms or energy cannons on the shoulders of dozens of passing sweepers in one breath. It was not until a Destroyer blocked his way that his speed slowed down.

Slowed down.

Blocked by a huge enemy, the divine servant did not flinch. He blasted out a huge fireball, directly engulfing the invincible destroyer.

In the place where the flames were burning, the divine servant turned around again and looked at the enemies who had filled the path of corpses that had killed him.

No one cared about the corpses lying on the ground along the way, and the sweepers who were stepping on the corpses of their companions were looking at the enemy who had been surrounded by them with the angriest eyes.

"Kill him!" A sweeper waved his arms forward, and the sharp sound was like metal rubbing.

"Kill!" A low voice came from the mouth of the god's servant, and then a new killing began.

Avoiding a sharp finger that stabbed him in the face, the divine waiter chopped off the opponent's entire arm with a backhand sword.

Blood was sprinkled on his white robe, covering the golden eagle representing the Eilanhir Empire.

Behind the smiley mask covered by the hood to block energy, a pair of eyes that seemed to be shining were staring at the ugly-looking enemy.

The Sweeper's face is simply a collection of ugliness, his mouth is as sharp and sharp as the mouthparts of an octopus, and his eyes are as huge and dull as the compound eyes of an insect.

The divine waiter felt that his sword felt the same as cutting on pork when it saw such a weird, strange and disgusting creature.

With a soft clicking sound, the bones were chopped off by the sharp blade, blood splashed everywhere, and at the same time, a body fell down.

Another target was struck and fell, and another sweeper lost his combat effectiveness. The divine servant continued to move forward, and the magic circle behind him began to gradually dissipate at this time.

He couldn't maintain a high-consuming magic all the time, so the moment the magic dissipated, a new magic began to be generated.

He is a high-level magician himself, and his attainments in magic are naturally impeccable. Even after becoming a servant of God, he is still able to skillfully use what he has learned throughout his life.

Another magic circle lit up among the crowd of sweepers, and then countless wind blades spread in all directions.

These wind blades were as sharp as knives and directly chopped up all the nearby sweepers. They were cut into pieces of minced meat, just like being fed into a meat grinder.

Against unprotected targets, intensive low-power killing is more effective. This is the same principle as using grenades to attack exposed targets.

And on this battlefield, enemies swarm in and turn themselves into a mobile fragmentation weapon, which is really effective.

After a sharp scream, at least dozens of nearby cleaners were cut into pieces by wind blades, and many were injured. The number of cleaners surrounding the god's servant suddenly became much thinner.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the divine waiter in front of him once again chopped down a helpless target, then ran forward with both feet and rushed directly into another group of sweepers.

To be honest, if the two armies were to confront each other and engage in a battle between horses and horses, the God's Attendant might not really have the chance to engage in such a melee. The sweeper's firepower is quite strong, and it would be difficult for the God's Attendant to do whatever he wants.

The best situation is this kind of dogfight between the two sides. The sweeper troops are afraid of affecting friendly forces, so they can only restrain their firepower and rely on their numerical advantage to fight the God's Attendant fiercely.

This kind of scene is the God's Attendant's favorite scene. Naturally, the combat power is more thoroughly exerted and the suppression power is stronger.

In the blink of an eye, Chris, the new divine servant of the origin of magic, formed a local advantage on the battlefield.

There is not just one God's Attendant killing people, there are hundreds of God's Attendants here who are wielding long swords and charging into the crowd of sweepers.

There are explosions everywhere, magic everywhere, sweepers on their backs everywhere, and ugly and sharp screams everywhere.

From the moment this battle broke out, it went beyond the Sweeper commander's imagination. These Saurons' men initially thought that this was just a desperate act by a strong man from the Elanthir Empire to break his arm.

Like the civilizations they conquered before, when the situation is very passive, the opponent has to invest elite combat forces to delay the collapse of the defense line, or cover the retreat of friendly forces that have lost their combat effectiveness.

On the one hand, this is done because these civilizations have a basic moral bottom line compared to the Watchers. On the other hand, it is also because the other party does not want to leave devoured energy to the Watcher troops that can be copied infinitely.

In short, this kind of behavior of strong men cutting off their arms was very common before, so the commanders of these guards did not pay too much attention to it.

When these godly servants began to kill crazily, the frontline watchman commanders realized that the counterattack force used by the other side seemed to be much stronger than they expected.

So they could only quickly mobilize the surrounding guard troops and try their best to encircle and suppress this lone army that looked terrifying in combat effectiveness.

"They used high-end combat power, so we haven't achieved results for a while! I think that encircling and annihilating this force will be the biggest blow to the Airanhill Empire!" A sweeper commander stood in the distance and watched.

He kept charging forward, but was still unable to kill the white enemies in the crowd, so he spoke repressedly.

"Use more troops! Let them know that we, the watchers, are not vegetarians either!" Another watcher commander ordered coldly.

After hearing his order, more sweepers began to swarm towards the white guards, and a more brutal fight was about to begin.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" In the army of sweepers, explosions sounded one after another, and huge fireballs summoned by magic hit the ground, burning the embarrassed sweeper soldiers.

As the battle progressed, the divine servant, who was rapidly consuming his magic energy, began to become unable to do what he wanted.

Just like when they faced the siege of the Elanthir Empire before, they now also face a situation with too many ants.

They were unable to quickly eliminate the countless enemies in front of them, and their own magic was also under constant attack, and began to be in short supply.

"No one can survive the opponent's constant attacks... From the moment you enter our encirclement, you are destined to face death!" the sweeper commander on the hillside said proudly.

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He had seen too many strong men, who were extremely strong and powerful, but in the end they were all buried in the sea of ​​sweeper soldiers.

"No one can go against God's will! No one!" Another sweeper commander vowed.

At the same time he said these words, in a huge manufacturing factory in the Elanshir Empire, rows of Zaku were waiting for the final assembly and debugging work.

A worker was holding a wrench and looking up at the red giant-like machine in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes full of shock.

Ignoring the blood flowing from his nose, he raised his arm as if he wanted to touch the war machines of the Eilanhir Empire.

Not far from him, a person who looked like a supervisor frowned and scolded his subordinates who had been standing there for a while: "How long are you going to be lazy? Just standing there? Do you want to be

Deduction of bonus?”

He put down the tablet used for recording documents in his hand and walked up to the dazed subordinate with his hands behind his back. Only then did he see his head raised and the nosebleeds flowing freely on his face.

"I...are you okay...do you want to go to the medical room? I said..." Seeing the other person's face looking pale as if he was about to die, the supervisor also felt a little flustered.

No matter how tight the construction deadline is and how heavy the task is, he does not want a production accident in which a worker dies from overwork in his workshop.

If a human life occurred, it would be a serious accident. It might even have to be sent to the regional administrative office for approval and verification. That is not something that can be explained simply.

In short, if a production accident involving human life occurs, it will be a very troublesome matter. This is not a big trouble that a supervisor can solve.

"It's so beautiful! It's so interesting! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" The worker looked up at these Zakus, which were more than 80% completed, with an expression of excitement on his face.

Then, he looked at the supervisor who was a little overwhelmed when he came to him, reached out and patted the other person on the shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "I didn't expect you to give me so many surprises! Hahahaha! Very good.

!Very good! Don’t let me down!”

After he finished speaking, he wiped the blood on his lips and chin with his hand, and made a goodbye gesture: "Goodbye! Please help him take a good look at his body. I kind of forgot the time, I'm sorry."

Before the supervisor in front of him could react, the man collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

"Quick, call the doctor!" The supervisor looked at the worker lying on the ground and shouted loudly.

What he didn't know was that the internal affairs departments of the Airanhill Empire, including the Royal Special Mission Department, had recently noticed a strange disease that occurred frequently.

Within ten days, within the vast cosmic empire, three people could be counted talking nonsense and fainting with nosebleeds. Chris personally ordered an investigation into the matter, but did not give any further action instructions.

It seems that His Majesty the Emperor just wants to know how many people have this strange disease, that's all.

The statistical work is actually very easy to carry out, because the people in Ellandhill who are sick have medical insurance, so they will naturally choose to go to the hospital for medical treatment. This has become a habit.

Under the statistics of big data, such symptoms will be quickly summarized, then screened by Nuwa, and finally sorted out and placed on Chris's desk.

Chris looked at these messy cases and areas where similar gods had invaded, and for a while he couldn't figure out what this so-called god was doing.

The first symptom, Chris knew very well, was the little boy he personally sent home. That was the first time Chris realized the true existence of God.

The second case is a girl, about 20 years old. After she was controlled by the gods, she basically wandered around the busiest commercial street on Planet Tubao 7. Finally, the mall security guard discovered her having a nosebleed and talking nonsense.

After saying a few words, he fell into coma without causing any trouble.

The third case was also very boring. An ordinary old man on the Star Ring walked around the Star Ring living area, talked nonsense to others and praised the wonders of the Star Ring, and then was sent to the hospital with a nosebleed.

Anyway, Chris didn't see any pattern from these cases. It seemed that God was just randomly controlling people's bodies to visit the economic and social construction of the Eiland Hill Empire...

Only the latest report that the technical engineer of Zaku Factory was controlled, judging from the degree of threat, is somewhat concerning.
To be continued...