The War Maiden passed through the mist, made a single grasp in the air, and another ice blade appeared in her hand. She actually caught the wave of air that had just been slashed down, and without any sign of weakness, she slashed down heavily!
The performance was so dizzying that even the people in the Federation doubted whether they were seeing things, because the sword skills he had mastered were almost supernatural.
The axe-headed creature hadn't expected that the half-arm would catch the crescent moon. With a "boom," its forearm slammed into the ice, and before the brown blood from the wound could even gush out, a layer of crystalline ice had already solidified.
"Heavy fire support! Wargirls, retreat!" The quick-thinking Tali certainly wouldn't let this golden opportunity slip by. He roared, instantly snapping the stunned gunners back to their senses.
Yu Zhou gave the order to quickly preheat the plasma cannon barrel, and the rest of the team also quickly adjusted the aiming trajectory. Dozens of missile launchers were already aimed at the direction of the axe.
Zhu Yibai said urgently in the cockpit, "Next, I will coordinate with the gunner to provide a suitable landing point before withdrawing. This landing point is the endpoint of the trajectory that the heavy firepower is going to attack."
As they were talking, the War Maiden suddenly raised her leg and kicked the axe-wielding man in the abdomen.
It must be said that his methods were ruthless, and he attacked precisely where the wounds were located.
Because the Federation's second offensive was progressing so quickly, Axehead had no time to lick its wounds in those dozens of hours. Its body still had scales peeled off and bloody, mangled holes, making it look ferocious and terrifying.
The Valkyrie happened to kick the wound in the abdomen, sending it flying with a powerful kick.
The engines on the Valkyrie's legs flashed with a deep blue light, and energy surged out from them, directly blasting the opponent's hundred-meter-long body away.
"The brain-like system calculates the landing point based on the force and direction, and sends it to the commander."
"Understood." A neutral, mechanical voice sounded in the cockpit.
Even before the axe head fell from mid-air, the powerful brain-like system calculated its landing point, which was also related to the force of Zhu Yibai's kick and the energy released by the engine.
Once they had obtained the location, these skilled gunners and launchers had finished warming up and, without hesitation, fired the missiles. In an instant, a dazzling light resounded throughout the dimension, illuminating the dark and gloomy corners, and shot into the distance!
A deafening explosion rang out seconds later, and a mushroom cloud formed by more than ten missiles churning and billowing, radiating intense heat that rushed towards Jiang Cheng and the others' faces. Layers of smoke expanded outwards, obscuring human vision and making it impossible to ascertain the current situation of Axehead.
The Valkyrie wielded an ice blade, and the scorching heat surged against the steel body before dispersing on its own. The giant stood before the black mist, waiting for the moment the axe head would appear.
The entire Death Dimension is now a scene of devastation, with scorched glaciers everywhere and countless giant craters on the ground. It has lost its original sense of vastness and now exudes a sense of ruin and desolation.
The blast from the explosion swirled and tossed, slamming into the indistinguishable dust fragments, friend or foe, hurling them into the sky. This gave these fragmented, tiny lives a final, hysterical celebration, a unique kind of funeral. Can one see the vibrant colors of life contained within these tiny specks of dust…? Probably not. Death severs all ties with the world. The richness of carbon-based life, the boundless expanse of consciousness, the emptiness or profundity of the soul, the beating heart with its burning blood—none of these can be reflected. The wind blows, the dust goes. No, that's not right either. Even we, the living, possess all those qualities, are swept along by the currents of life, propelled forward, with no end in sight, growing wildly wherever we land, with almost no choice.
There is no difference between living dust and dead dust.
Let us beg the wind to blow us into the sky, so that we can at least drift down, like ignorant children riding a roller coaster for one last time, before landing on the ground.
Listen, the dust is whispering. What are they saying?
"Take me flying one more time."
The icy blade, emanating a chilling aura, was covered in black ash, as if the spirits of countless soldiers had been attached to it, forming part of the weapon.
It seems we must fight alongside him!
The smoke dissipated.
The axe-headed creature could no longer stand; part of its body had shattered, its left leg was missing, and it stood on only one leg. Its wounds were deep, penetrating its body, and even the hard axe head had cracked. Brown blood and mucus mingled and dripped from its mouth. Only its eyes remained fierce, but they were unfocused.
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