Chapter 395 Obsidian

"Commander! The pillar blade beasts marked at No. 4 and No. 5 have begun to adjust their positions! They are approaching each other!"

"It is detected that the Blade Beast begins to flow back."

"The blade beast's thrust speed begins to weaken!"

"A large number of bladed beasts were killed and injured in area D80239. Special psychic energy has been detected. The database has been marked. Black Storm is taking action!"

"Commander-in-chief! The third pillar has stopped moving!"

The entire command center was quiet for two seconds, and then someone excitedly cursed.

Dongfang Masahiro repeatedly confirmed the news in front of him.

After receiving accurate news from multi-dimensional information sources on the battlefield and receiving instructions from the Commander-in-Chief, Dongfang Masahiro was finally sure;

Wang Zheng brought down the third pillar!

As for how Wang Zheng did it, Dongfang Masahiro did not have exact data.

This can also explain why the two pillar-bladed beasts marked four and five have to join forces to keep warm.

They are afraid.

They are scared!

Dongfang Masahiro quickly suppressed his emotions, thought calmly, made precise arrangements, and began to make targeted adjustments. He concentrated his superior firepower to attack the opponent's King Blade beasts, and arranged a large number of semi-human mechas to ambush the King Blade beasts in a dedicated fleet.

beast.

They can't deal with the pillar blade beasts for the time being, but they already have ways to hunt down the king-level blade beasts.

About ten minutes later.

The battle lines are all red.

This is not a constant stream of good news, but a flashing red light, with regional fronts constantly being breached.

Fortunately, they had simulated the battle situation in advance, Dongfang Masahiro issued the order in an orderly manner, and the commanders on the local battlefield began to shrink the front line.

Use space to exchange for enemy battle losses.

In the future, even if the total population of more than 10 million people in the outer fortresses of the D8 comprehensive theater is sacrificed, it will not be hesitated.

On the current world map, D8 has become an isolated island surrounded by the tide of blade beasts.

Long-range firepower was delivered crazily in other theaters, and a large number of stored old bombers were pulled out of the hangar.

This is already a battle at the civilization level.

If we can win, human civilization can get more breathing space.

If we lose, human civilization will accelerate its demise.

Dongfang Masahiro once again received instructions from the Commander-in-Chief, and began to arrange a pocket array for two adjacent pillar blade beasts, and planned to use precious high-yield nuclear weapons to traumatize other pillar blade beasts.

Just as Dongfang Masahiro was intensively controlling the entire battle situation, a red light on the big screen suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Yes, disappear.

That piece of red light represents a large section of the battle line that is being exchanged, and there are large areas of bladed beasts on the periphery of the battle line.

At this moment, the red light went out strangely, as if all the electromagnetic signals there had been swallowed up, making it impossible to contact the headquarters...

No, every battle line point has "floating cables" hidden underground as a means of emergency communication.

Simply shielding electromagnetic signals will prevent the sudden appearance of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and millions of equipment disappearing from the command network at the same time.

Is the display device damaged?

Dongfang Masahiro rushed to the operating console aside, pulled away the technician who was sweating on his forehead, and quickly pressed a few buttons.

On the psychic satellite map, that area is completely dark;

Biosignal rough collection map, that area is completely black;

Backup command system, one-way emergency call network...all the means that the command headquarters can find have the same result at this moment - all black.

No response.

Dongfang Masahiro's Adam's apple moved up and down: "Satellite image!"

"There are still three seconds of delay...it has been delivered!"

A satellite cloud image appeared on the large screen in the center. The battlefield where contact was suddenly lost was now covered by a regular round black cloud.

"Unknown strange psychic energy detected! After comparison, the system has captured this signal for the first time!"

"Commander-in-Chief! Multiple second-line defense units sent messages! They saw a large amount of black mist suddenly appear, swallowing up the battlefield ahead!"

"The blade beast is avoiding the black mist!"

"Damn! Commander-in-Chief! Our elite on the western front have been swallowed up by the black mist! The black mist has no tendency to spread for the time being!"

Dongfang Masahiro did not hesitate.

He was shocked and afraid of the unknown, but he still didn't let himself stop thinking.

"Retreat immediately on the west front! Abandon the four outermost fortresses on the west side! Let the regional commander be ready to detonate nuclear minefields at any time! Let the 235th heavy fire brigade of the third defense line press on me! Air priority fire support! Absolutely not!

There is a large-scale ulcer!”

"yes!"

Dongfang Masahiro stared at the screen that had returned to the global front map.

That dark area is so dazzling.

What kind of weird method is that?

Half an hour later.

Because of the sudden appearance of this strange black energy, the pressure on humanity's western front has been overloaded, and the entire front is in danger.

All the blade beasts in the line, including the pillar blade beasts, suddenly stopped charging forward.

A large number of blade beasts dug deeper into the ground, while the pillar blade beasts remained calm, attracting and consuming the heavy firepower of the humans.

Just when Dongfang Zhenghong was unpredictable, several pseudo-spiritual slaves appeared in the sights of the frontline troops holding a flag high, which read in human characters:

[Hello, human commander, maybe we can talk.]

Dongfang Zhenghong hesitated for a moment and did not agree without permission, but reported it to Fu Jian.

Fu Jian's reply made Dongfang Zhenghong smile bitterly.

"Now that you are the commander," Fu Jian said calmly, "After I die and become a tombstone and ashes, you still have to run to my tombstone and ask, Commander-in-Chief, what should I do?"

Dongfang Masahiro took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and immediately asked his own mechanical body to send the communication equipment.

The three pseudo-spiritual slaves took the communication equipment and turned around and ran away.

It was so quiet for ten minutes;

The entire front line was quiet for more than ten minutes.

The human military is seizing this precious rest period to transport supplies, deploy firepower, and let the high-temperature barrels cool down for a while.

"Commander, the enemy sent a communication request, which is the equipment number sent by us."

"Come in."

Dongfang Masahiro turned his head and glanced at the seat behind him, sat down calmly, put his hands on the armrests, and quickly lost his expression.

Darkness appeared on the big screen;

A fire was lit in the gloom, and three figures were illuminated.

Everyone could see these three figures sitting around the fire, with the 'thick' black mist behind them.

These black mist are airtight, like masses of flesh and blood constantly surging. If everyone looks directly at this black mist for a period of time, they will feel sick.

This is just watching via remote video.

The three figures are a girl, a middle-aged man, and an old man.

Dongfang Masahiro felt that he had seen the girl's face before. The firelight shone on her tear-stained face, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Ah, it's Ye Zi, the girl that Wang Zheng had asked Zheng De to search for before, and later became a serious problem for mankind.

And that middle-aged man.

Dongfang Masahiro stared at the man's figure.

He is not burly, and his face seems a bit unremarkable. His thick eyebrows and big eyes even give people a feeling of being generous, and those bright eyes are the only characteristic of his appearance.

The man was warming his hands when he turned to look over and smiled at the communication device held by the pseudo-spiritual slave.

"Higashi Masahiro?"

Although Dongfang Masahiro was a little confused in his heart and didn't know why the other party knew his name, it was reasonable to think that the Blade Beast once had a large number of brain-eating insects spread among humans, and that various information might have been taken out.

"It's me," Dongfang Masahiro said calmly, "your pseudo-spiritual slave who can control the blade beast must be the culprit behind the blade beast disaster, a spiritual cultivator of a certain faction."
To be continued...