These hundred-ton giants were as fragile as paper under Lu Wenwu’s fists.
Even though the robust reactive armor had done its utmost, the heavy exterior armor plates continued to emit their final groans.
Facing this humanoid Violent Dragon, which could withstand large-caliber shells, these tanks were nothing but oversized toys in front of Lu Wenwu.
The classic infantry-tank coordination is just a joke against such a Transcendent.
When the high temperature dissipated, and the fire wave receded.
What was left on the ground were only the burned and lted tank wrecks.
Scorching orange-red steel liquid flowed everywhere.
The tank soldiers, who harbored enormous hatred toward the Players, were now fused with their weapons, never to be separated.
As for the soldiers who ca to besiege a company and the Otherworld visitors, aside from the dozen or so specially marked by Lu Wenwu, the rest had all perished under Lan Shan’s sonic Spirit Magic, their brains boiling to death.
Ten seconds.
From Xie Zhongzheng’s appearance until now, only ten seconds had passed.
Over a thousand soldiers had died at the hands of Lu Wenwu and Lan Shan.
An artillery position and dozens of tanks were easily destroyed.
Without the large-scale cleanup of heavy weapons, ordinary people stood no chance against an A Tier, or a B Level Transcendent with unique abilities, it was a one-sided massacre.
Even as a structured army, it was still the sa.
It couldn’t even be considered a threat.
Lu Wenwu, for example, was so fast that even artillery shells could not lock onto him.
Even if he used his face to catch a shot from the main battle tank, he remained unhard.
In such circumstances, how could ordinary people possibly fight against a Transcendent?
This was also why Lu Wenwu never understood how the Salvation Army could still be active and even had the strength to launch an offensive more than two years after the end of the world war.
Why?
After the Salvation Army had lost the Truth Weapon, how could those seven Apostles, at least above A- Level, keep them around for so long?
Lu Wenwu pondered as he walked back through the sea of corpses and blood, the Crimson Abyss on him transforming back into that casual outfit.
If not for the dense Evil Qi clinging to him, no one could have imagined that he had just wiped out nearly two regints of forces in the blink of an eye.
The dozen or so surviving soldiers were completely dumbfounded.
The intense sll of blood and the horrific scene continuously assaulted their fragile nerves.
They held their rifles numbly, staring blankly at the corpses of their comrades on the ground, standing there in a daze.
Even the most terrifying Magic Apostles and Plague Apostles in large-scale warfare couldn’t kill nearly two full regints of their forces within ten seconds!
This was two thousand people!
Not two thousand sheep lined up for slaughter!
The company of soldiers, their legs trembling, dismounted into the battlefield filled with sticky blood and flesh, deeply shocked.
Was this battle... just over like that?
Many began to feel nauseous at the sight of the battlefield, an involuntary acidic reflux rising in their throats.
The company commander looked at Lan Shan, who had returned to her bubbly girlish appearance, with an extrely complex expression.
It was this small, adorable girl whose single dolphin note instantly killed thousands of Salvation First Army soldiers on the spot.
But...
If it weren’t for her and Mr. Tyrannosaurus’ decisive actions, when the other side began to bombard the area, it would have been him and his company of soldiers who died.
Given the company commander’s understanding of those Salvation First Army people, they would definitely have done just that.
They looked at this secondary army like mortal enemies.
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