Indeed, the battle is still raging, the enemy’s firepower remains overwhelming and destructive, yet it seems to be of little use. Yangjingbang hasn’t fallen yet. No matter how much explosives are dropped, there is always exponentially more firepower to strike back. No matter how many drones are destroyed, reinforcents keep pouring in.
The Red and Blue armies are engaged in fierce combat at this port city, with beach landings and elastic defenses, fighting back and forth for countless rounds. The entire city has been razed by artillery fire, the closely packed skyscrapers reduced to rubble like a beehive scorched by wildfire. It seems that the upstream dikes and dams were destroyed, even the river has widened, almost flooding the city center.
"Heh, those worthless clowns on Mars, can’t even capture this after three days of assault. I heard the African forces opened New York, forcing them to split their forces for defense, what’s left now is the garbage ti of trench warfare.
But there’s no need to rush, it’s just the beginning. When the reinforcents from the moon arrive, the atmosphere will be a battlefield, then there’ll be more fun to have! Heh heh heh heh!"
At this mont, the two temporarily retreated from the frontline, the surrounding explosions paused, and the Sergeant jumped onto the half-collapsed TV tower, searching and scanning the ruins for the supply point hidden under camouflage.
Huangfu Yi walked through the city’s ruins in the water, looking at the scattered colorful advertisent signs in the ruins around. It was clear that the indigenous residents of Outer Heaven living here looked exactly like him.
"Such a big city, just the two of us? Where did everyone else go?"
"Where else, all hiding in Nest City hundreds of feet underground in Kunlun.
The locals here are as weak as chicks, and won’t co out of their holes until the nuclear winter passes.
Otherwise, why bother dragging us hundreds of miles to help, follow up!"
The Sergeant jumped down, bumped Huangfu Yi aside, and led the way ahead.
Following the Sergeant’s retreat, watching the combat between the Red and Blue forces, the various chanical Puppets used, and the mass of humanoid creations with the sa origin, Huangfu Yi could roughly guess that the enemy controlling the chanical army behind the scenes were probably humans as well, recalling scenes of his hotown, he couldn’t help but sigh,
"People of Taiji Heaven are slaughtering one another, people of Outer Heaven are also fighting each other. In the Thirty-three Heavens, is there any place where people can coexist peacefully..."
"Don’t be silly okay, who we are fighting are not humans, they are demons."
Huangfu Yi was shocked, hearing ’demon,’ he reacted suddenly, stopping in his tracks and questioning urgently.
"What, demons? Wait, have they already taken shape! Or are they controlled by the Soul Stealing Technique!"
"Hey, it’s hard to explain clearly in a short while, wait until we capture one, Cut it open and show you. This supply point has a repair chamber, go for it!"
Yet the Sergeant couldn’t be bothered to explain more, casually pointed to the nearby supply station, sent the injured soldiers to the rear, then turned around with a big leap, and dashed back into the battlefield to play again.
Huangfu Yi had no choice but to suppress his inner doubts and head to the supply point for treatnt first.
This place seed to have been so comrcial building before, the ground structures bombed to rubble, underground connected to the tro station, enormous steel spiders crawled out of the tro tunnel, swiftly setting up an air raid shelter, installing artillery fortresses, then transported materials via the underground railroad, simple battlefield supply points were thus completed.
Of course, there wasn’t a single living soul in the entire fortress, only weapons of destruction and chanical Puppets moved back and forth. These drones would return to the supply point for maintenance and resupply after depleting their ammo on the frontline, if not severely damaged, just changing a battery and restocking ammo would suffice, all in less than a quarter-hour they would be back to the battlefield fully ard and loaded.
Even if peppered with bullet holes, heavily damaged, as long as there were collected spare parts modules piled like graves, repair could be completed on the front and put back into use. And a continuous stream of reinforcents kept erging from underground and dropping from the sky, seemingly endless and unstoppable.
Although each ti seeing new gadgets and new Equipnt would make the information knowledge in Huangfu Yi’s mind churn, at this mont faced with this stream of chanical factories, indescribably modern factories, Huangfu Yi only felt a faint headache, his Comprehension running short, quickly searched the workshop for War Remains repair module.
Fortunately, this repair module looked just like the one Huangfu Yi saw upon waking last ti, also a square container. Entering the chamber, various chanical arms and tal tendrils extended from the walls, filled his body with connections, automatically dismantling and replacing armor, repairing and maintaining supplies, changing bionic limbs, then repackaging, repairing the War Remains within just a couple of hours.
Looking at his restored arms, fully equipped, full of vigor, ready to fight again, Huangfu Yi envied endlessly for a mont.
The dical Skill of Outer Heaven was truly beyond comprehension. If this were in Taiji Heaven, a missing arm would at least an disability, without the supre Immortal Elixir of Muscle and Bone Regeneration granted by Do, there’d be no saving it, all skills would go to waste...
"Second-class Warrior, Weston Four, accumulated battle rits 884, you have unlocked new weapon components.
Current War Remains repair 500, current original body maintenance 100, you have 284 battle rits available."
Suddenly the ’Artifact Spirit’ voice rang, awakening Huangfu Yi. Various guns, missiles, ch War Remains, and prosthetic plugins appeared before him, dazzling his eyes.
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