. . 1148, Sea of ​​Light, Brilliant Occupation 4 The afternoon at the equator was a bright scene of sunshine, but the hearts of the people on the bridge of the Succession were like falling into an ice cellar.

Because, whether it is the dragon lich who is currently hovering in the sky above his head, waiting for it or is swarming across the shallows and causeways. The large number of undead legions that are coming from Tongbes Harbor are all incomparable to the Xiangrui, which has almost been completely destroyed.

After a long-term battle, half of our soldiers were either dead or injured. Even the remaining flats were almost exhausted. The ammunition and rockets of the anti-aircraft guns were exhausted, and the ammunition of the side guns was barely enough to shoot for one round. The most powerful front and rear main guns were both severely malfunctioned and temporarily unusable, and there were only two or three shells left. Grenades and rifle bullets were only the number of each person on the body. There was no problem with the arsenal. "Although there was no problem with the Miser energy nuclear and water jet motive, the cracked gap of the ship was enough to stuff an elephant, and the explosion of the ship's side was enough for a carriage. What's more, the time is now in the ebb, and we can't get rid of the stranding at all.

Lieutenant Colonel Feden, the infantry commander who was presenting a pseudo-loli figure, had a numb expression on his face and reported to Feili the current miserable situation in a tone without any disgust. Finally, we made a more miserable summary. In short, we are unable to make an effective counterattack, nor can we withdraw from the battlefield quickly. We cannot even choose to surrender if we do not want to be made into a zombie or skeleton soldier by the Dragon Witch Cult!”

Hearing such a desperate prospect, the people on the bridge finally couldn't help but drooped and lamented. Faced with such a deadly situation, if the opponent was other human countries or even the elves, the half-baked cowards of the Giant Bear Legion might have surrendered with white flags. But the problem is that this time the enemy was the Dragon Witch Cult founded by the degenerate voter Samast!

Since Samast rebelled from the Magic Goddess Church and established the Dragon Witch Cult, the servants of the Magic Goddess and the minions of the Dragon Witch Cult have become immortal enemies. In history, the Dragon Witch Cult has basically been the Magic Goddess Church actively playing a pioneering role. After each revival, the Dragon Witch Cult also regarded the Magic Goddess Church as its number one target.

After more than a thousand years of fighting with each other, the hatred accumulated between the two sides has reached a terrifying level that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea.

All the officers of the Giant Bear Legion knew very well in their hearts that they had been building as a member of the mysterious Fire Fleet who served the goddess of magic for more than a year, but there was still only a lonely flagship like Xiangrui. The Giant Bear Legion should theoretically be considered a marine of this short fleet. Once it fell into the hands of the Dragon Witch Sect, which has always been keen on studying the undead, it is naturally conceivable that at least it will be even more miserable than death.

Time!

In view of the above facts, Lieutenant Colonel Fedon, who had long been completely numb, calmly concluded that the entire army was destroyed, and naturally put forward a very heroic suggestion, "Your Excellency, should we prepare to detonate the Miser nuclear power of our ship and die together with the enemy?"

, silence, dead silence, instantly swallowed everyone present.

In this bridge command room full of holes and scratches, the officers with dim and ragged clothes look at me and look at you, no one wants to speak first.

As a "special" unit under the religious army of the Magic Goddess Church nominally directly affiliated with the Mysterious Fire Knights Magic Goddess Church, in fact, the third-rate miscellaneous army and armed caravan that has no food, salary and weapons supply, since its establishment, the Giant Bear Legion has regarded "saving life is the most important thing" as its purpose. There is absolutely no noble sentiment of sacrificing oneself or sacrificing oneself to serve the country.

This time when we went to the Mazka continent, the commander of the Legion, Feili, was forced by his orders and could not help himself, while the officers were mostly tempted by the huge profits of private goods. As for the grassroots soldiers, they were generally deceived into the Xiangrui ship with a beautiful vision of the "Golden Kingdom" and aimed at becoming a monetary. In short, everyone basically came to the Mazka continent to find money, rather than contributed to the cause of national liberation in the Mazka continent, and did not think about dedicating their lives for the glory of the magic goddess and the Naserir Empire.

However, the bad situation facing Xuan Xuan at this time has to force these speculators who have always believed in the protection of their own actions and take the initiative to die with the influx of enemies." This ideological jump is really too great. Almost no one can be mentally prepared in such a short time. This is equivalent to letting the most greedy and fearful of death seek death consciously and actively!

However, judging from the current desperate situation of no reinforcements outside and lack of ammunition inside, the result of continuing to fight seems to be that it can only be siege and die by the disgusting undead, or even die, and then become a member of the undead army. This method of dying like a bad luck adventurer seems to be more unacceptable than detonating Mither's ability to die together.

Even so, no one wants to choose to commit suicide so easily, so no one wants to

.

Of course, if you are unwilling to embark on the road of death like a standard soldier for our honor and responsibilities, then I also have an alternative alternative solution for your reference,"

In fact, Lieutenant Colonel Fetton was also very aware of the virtues of his colleagues, so after a few seconds of pause, he threw out his next suggestion. Although the army of undead was coming from the southern harbor, as long as we put the Gong ship and the heavy and light-fitting, the mudflat stranded by the Xiangrui was swam westward. About one hundred feet deep was not deep enough to step onto the solid land. In that direction, no enemy has been found yet.

"As for whether the dragon lich will be chased from the air, whether they will be ambushed after landing, and how many people can escape in the end," Fetton shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Then it's all for the sake of fate to see who has better luck."

When some people heard this advice to escape, their eyes lit up immediately, but they soon became dim again. Of course, this was not a sense of honor and responsibility for soldiers. For this level-level miscellaneous army that almost no one has attended a regular military academy or has not received a complete model training, those empty principles are simply nonsense, and it is completely impossible to drive them to die generously.

The key question is, even if the road to escape goes well, the Giant Bear Legion really breaks out of this desperate situation, what can we do next?

There was no supply, no ammunition, no reinforcements, no bases, every town and village shot hostile gaze, and every wood and grass could at any time kill the Mayans and Aztecs to surrender to the Dragon Witch Cult. The Incas, as allies, were already unable to protect themselves. In this strange land far away from their country, they could not find anything to survive.

Therefore, after leaving the only Xiangrui Hunter that can be used as a support, the giant bear legion seemed to be a snail that had lost its shell, even if it was not preyed by natural enemies, it would be easily destroyed by the wind and sun of nature. According to Feili's estimate, without considering the enemy's pursuit and encirclement, after losing Xiangrui Hunter, his legion could not even last for a week, and most people would collapse and disintegrate on their own, and then be lifted up by the natives to break open, becoming a living sacrifice dedicated to the pyramids.

However, no matter how bleak and tragic future you will encounter in the near future, you still have to make a choice now.

Feili sighed infinitely sadly, and secretly pinched a diamond ring on her index finger: it stored two parallel-connected long-range precise teleportation techniques, which could help him and Renee get rid of this bleak tragic future, escape to somewhere more than a hundred miles away in the north, and then use magic to build a ship to sea,

But the problem is that even if you can successfully return to the empire, the next day will still be another. Tragedy. As a defeated general who left the army and escaped alone, and without a deep background like the Great Sage of Ilminster, you will definitely not have any future. Even if you escaped the trial of the military court, you may have to be tied up and stuffed into the basement and kept it in the basement, and devoted yourself to being her professional blood slave. This is really a tragic and miserable life!

While imagining the tragic life of the future, Feili finally spoke dejectedly, fulfilling his duties as commander, the enemy is approaching quickly, and there is not much time left. Let us vote now. Those who agree to detonate Mither can die together, please raise your left hand; those who agree to give up the warship and land on the ground and flee, please raise your right hand.

"Please wait! I have something to say! Xiao.

Renee, who had been silent since the beginning, suddenly inserted it and said loudly, and quietly pulled back the arm that Feili was about to raise. Although the situation was very unfavorable, we should not just give up hope. As far as I know, there is a "more risky way, maybe it can bring back the whole situation."

, it has already reached this point. Is there any trick to bring back the dead?

Hearing such remarks, the crowd on the bridge cast suspicious eyes, but Renee turned around and asked Feili, who had not yet reacted, "Dear, the meteor token given to you by His Highness the Magic Goddess, as an automatic charging artifact, should slowly absorb the positive energy flowing in it through the magic net spread throughout the world, and then release it again to form a powerful positive energy storm in the rays, right?"

"It's basically true." Feili thought about it and replied, adding, "But in today's battle, I have used up all the positive energy stored in the meteor token."

"I know this very well! The key is that the capacity of the meteor token is too small, and the supplement level is far from being consumed!"

Renee interrupted him with a little impatiently, then, if a temporary magic channel is established, your meteor token is connected to the Miser energy core, and using the Miser energy core to provide the meteor token with a continuous source of energy, wouldn’t it be possible to create a lasting positive energy storm, causing this area to set off a never-ending positive energy hurricane, making all the undead seem to be immersed in holy water. It will be completely annihilated in the blink of an eye?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, this, theoretically, can indeed achieve this effect.

Xiao Feili said hesitantly. "But first, the meteor token may not be able to withstand such high-intensity energy flow. Secondly, the user himself will be eroded by his powerful positive energy for a long time. "Erosion by negative energy certainly means weakness and death, but too much positive energy is definitely not a good thing. This is simply a life-threatening!"
Chapter completed!