great-warnovel Chapter 322, Squad 1
Chapter 322, Squad 1
The fire-tipped spear pierced the clouds, and Nezha, riding his wind-fire wheels, sliced through the chain net.
He gave the six-winged angels no time to regroup; the wheel of fire swept across the broken tower, the spearhead piercing the breastplate of a spellcaster.
The gold chain lost control, fell from mid-air, and crashed into the sacrificial pool.
Nezha turned around using the spear shaft, and the butt of the spear severed the base of the left wing of another six-winged angel.
The body, now without the support of its wing bones, plummeted toward the street, crushing half of a stone pillar.
The third angel raised his hand in a hand seal, and the Fire-Tipped Spear pierced through its neck, the holy light scattering into fragments in the wound.
Three sections of the chain above the sacrificial pool are missing, leaving large gaps in the chain net.
The six-winged leader stood atop the broken tower, pressing his hands against the silver cross on his chest.
The remaining angels split into two lines and filled the gap, and the golden chains under their wings extended again.
Nezha turned back on his Wind Fire Wheels, his spear tip piercing through the chain.
As soon as a six-winged angel lowered his body, his feathers were severed by a spear blade, and half of his wing fell into the ruins, trailing flames.
Another angel tried to retreat back through the portal, but Nezha swept over its head, the butt of his spear breaking two wing bones on its back.
It crashed into the sacrificial pool, the holy light colliding with the filthy blood at the bottom, causing the pool water to churn with large patches of white foam.
The chains binding Yang Jian began to loosen.
Nezha landed on the edge of the sacrificial pool, his fire-tipped spear pointing at the broken tower.
"Making such a big fuss around just one person."
"It seems your church is even more short-staffed than Kunlun."
The six-winged leader on the broken tower raised his hand, and dozens of angels chanted simultaneously.
The chain inscriptions tightened inwards, and the chain links gripped the outer edge of Yang Jian's armor.
Yang Jian gripped the giant axe, pressing the back of the axe against the chains, causing long grooves to appear in the stone slab beneath his feet.
Holy light poured into the chains, pinning the giant axe to the air.
The high-altitude transport plane passed through the clouds, with six rappelling cables hanging from its belly.
The ropes slammed into the outer edge of the sacrificial pool, and six black anchor pillars landed on the ground, their shafts engraved with Kunlun Ruins mineral patterns.
On the last rappelling rope, a female officer descended carrying a heavy artillery piece.
Her armor was covered with a gray-black coating, and the cannon barrel was longer than half a person, with three power lines trailing behind it.
The female officer raised the cannon muzzle and first pressed down on the team leader on the broken tower.
"Eleventh Squad, Binding God Field."
"Deploy the first three rings, seal off the left flank, and don't pulverize the crystals."
Two team members pressed the anchor into the ground, while the other four stood apart, aiming their spellbreaker rifles at the six-winged angels in the air.
Silver-gray bone nails protrude from below the anchor post and pierce into the stone slab of the sacrificial pool.
There was no beam of light, nor any flame.
The six-winged angel's light-forged body began to lose its balance; its wing bones unfolded halfway before its joints became stuck in place.
The European front once used heavy artillery to wipe out the six-winged angels.
Even after their outer shells are destroyed, they can still use the light gate to repair their wing bones, and the shells are consumed faster than the battle results.
The eleventh squad changed their tactics.
Kunlun's magnetic field suppresses the light casting frequency band, while the law-breaking bone nail pins the reconstructed coordinates, specifically targeting the gap during the angel's body's re-molding process.
A six-winged angel raised a lightsaber, but as soon as the blade was half-formed, the holy runes on its arm broke off.
It plummeted from mid-air and crashed between the anchor posts.
The female officer in charge of heavy artillery pulled the trigger.
The shell didn't hit the angel's chest; it grazed its shoulder and embedded itself in the broken wall behind it.
All the Kunlun bone nails on the broken wall lit up, and the angel's body was dragged horizontally into the wall.
"The third one on the right, leave him a breath."
"The headquarters needs live samples, but the people in the lab always think the corpses aren't fresh enough."
The gunner on the right side of the eleventh squad raised his magic-breaking crossbow and pierced the angel's knee with an arrow.
The six-winged angel crashed into the rubble, its wings blocking half the street, and the portal trembled as well.
Yang Jian pressed down on the chains with his giant axe, the blade pushing along the inscription.
The first gold chain broke.
The second chain tried to drill down into the sacrificial pool, but Nezha arrived on his Wind-Fire Wheels and used his Fire-Tipped Spear to pin it back onto the stone slab.
Yang Jian raised his arm and swept his giant axe horizontally.
The remaining chains were cut into several pieces, and the golden chain links fell all over the sacrificial pool.
The black dog leaped from the shadows, bit the leg of a six-winged angel, and dragged it to Yang Jian's axe.
As the giant axe fell, the parasitic crystal on the angel's chest split in two.
Nezha passed through from the other side and thrust his Fire-Tipped Spear three times.
Three angels were impaled at the base of their wings, and their chorus fell silent above the ruins.
The leader of the broken tower team still wanted to activate the cross, but the female officer of the heavy artillery turned the gun barrel and fired a magic-breaking bullet that pierced through the base of the tower.
The broken tower collapsed downwards.
The team leader was pressed into the edge of the sacrificial pool by a rock, and half of his light wing was stuck under the broken bricks.
Two shield bearers from the eleventh squad stepped forward, their alloy shields pressing down on its arms.
"Keep alive."
Nezha fell from the top of the tower, his fire-tipped spear landing on the leader's chest.
"You lot better keep your mouth shut."
"I'm afraid my hand will slip."
The cross on the chest of the six-winged leader cracked open, and parasitic crystals emerged from the crack, crawling along its neck.
The medic from the eleventh squad raised the sealing gun, and a silver pin pierced the crystal, pinning it back into the chest cavity.
The last few six-winged angels, having lost their array cover, retreated towards the portal.
Yang Jian raised his giant axe, the blade pressing down on a low-lying portal of light.
Nezha circled to the other side, his Wind Fire Wheels spun halfway around the door frame.
The two men, one in front and one behind, blocked the angel's escape route.
The giant axe fell, shattering the edge of the portal into fragments.
The Fire-Tipped Spear then pierced the rift, pinning the six-winged angel behind the door into the void fissure.
In the distance, the twelve-winged angel with a broken wing stopped behind the main light gate.
The parasitic crystals on its chest undulated, its broken wings dragged on the ground, and thin tubes of flesh and blood dangled from its wounds.
It raised its arms, trying to close the portal.
The door frame shrank inward, and the holy light outside the sacrificial pool also receded.
Nezha threw out the Universe Ring.
The golden ring passed over the broken tower, through the half-closed portal of light, and smashed into the face of the twelve-winged angel.
The twelve-winged angel's head was tilted to one side, and holy light spewed out from the crack.
The Universe Ring, stained with golden divine blood, flew back and landed in Nezha's palm.
The main light gate lost its supporting structure, and the gate frame broke into large pieces of light debris, which dissipated along with the afterimage of the twelve-winged angel.
Outside the sacrificial pool, only broken wings, chains, and white crystals remained.
The eleventh squad retrieved the God-Binding Anchor, and the recovery team carried the sealed boxes into the battlefield.
The white parasitic crystals were picked up one by one and numbered and affixed to the outside of the box.
Some crystals were still crawling on the ground; the recovery soldiers used bone nails to hold them down before sending them into the isolation tank.
The female officer in charge of heavy artillery walked up to Yang Jian and Nezha, the cannon muzzle hanging down to her side.
"The eleventh squad is ordered to support Yang Jian."
"Second task: retrieve a high-level divine core."
"Direct order from the Dragon Guard Headquarters."
Nezha used the tip of his boot to push aside a broken wing.
Beneath the wing bone lay a mass of white-gold flesh and blood. After the flesh and blood split open, a multifaceted crystal the size of a fist rose into the air.
The surface of the crystal is covered with facets, each of which reflects the ruins of the sacrificial pool.
When the recovery device gets close, the scale immediately reaches the red zone.
The alarm lights on the storage box lit up one after another, and three layers of insulation panels popped out from the inner wall of the box.
A thin slit appeared on Yang Jian's forehead, revealing a vertical eye.
The energy supply patterns on the outer layer of the crystal gradually become visible, and several causal lines pass through the Europa remnant gate, extending to a more distant location.
Yang Jian closed his vertical eye.
"This is what they made Lu Yan take."
Nezha put the Universe Ring back on his wrist.
"There are new guys here who are using our people as pawns."
"They picked the wrong target."
The female officer in charge of heavy artillery rang on her communication terminal.
I switched to the encrypted channel, and the screen displayed a countdown from the Evolvers organization.
Fourteen minutes and thirty-seven seconds.
A tactical projection of Lu Yan popped up below the countdown.
The underground structure of the old city hospital was dismantled into several layers, and the hidden sewage system hub was marked with a red dot.
The red dot was surrounded by dense blood lines, and the endpoint led directly to the sixth ward.
Lu Yan's communication was transmitted to the channel.
"The situation has changed, and the plans have been revised."
"We're not going to deliver the core components; we're going to deliver a big gift."
The new coordinates were pushed into the eleventh squad's terminal.
Lu Yan paused for a moment.
"If the evolved beings want a bargaining chip, we'll give them one."
"A bargaining chip they can't handle."