newbobooks Chapter 632 Big Turmoil
Chapter 632 Big Turmoil
Chapter 632 Big Turmoil
Southern region.
With Tang Zijun's approval, Fang Xin could be said to have brought out all his resources. One after another, rugged-looking war chariots drove out of the fortress along the predetermined route, and countless flying machines occupied the sky above everyone's heads, filling the air with deafening noise.
In the past, they would never have made such a large-scale move. Once the gods of the era detected such a large-scale armed force, they would be surrounded by countless intelligent machines and immediately enter into a war of annihilation.
At that time, they will face a battle that never ends, because the omnics will be like an army of ants that can never be killed. One wave will be defeated and another will follow. The omnics will continuously gather and join the battle until they are completely killed.
But now, with the Epoch Gods isolated outside the timeline, the omnics left here can only act according to the most basic instructions, and they have also lost their ability to manufacture and repair. As more and more outposts cease to function, the omnics can only huddle in their respective fortresses, waiting for the Epoch Gods' intelligence to find a way to take over this place again.
This gave Tang Zijun and his team a great opportunity. At least from the current situation, the simultaneous deployment of such a large number of strategic weapons was no less impactful than that of an AI army.
"The route is planned, and the rangers have been deployed. They will drive away any mutated monsters they may encounter along the way."
A detective stopped his motorcycle beside Zhang Wei and reported the situation.
"Okay." Zhang Wei nodded. "Have the icebreakers clear the way, with the infantry following behind, maintaining a consistent pace, and paying attention to the security of the flanks."
"Yes," the agent replied, then started the car again and sped off.
Looking in the direction the agents left, Zhang Wei climbed onto the large armored vehicle that was moving beside him. It was a fusion-type turret transport vehicle with six tracks and twenty-eight wheels, a powerful weapon they had developed using alien technology.
On the roof of the vehicle, Leisen was observing the distant formation through his tactical scope. Hearing the noise, he turned to look at Zhang Wei. "Where's my wine?"
Zhang Wei took a wine flask from a tree branch behind him and handed it to Lei Sen. "Haha, how about it? Haven't you always wanted to test the fighting power of us big guys? Well, now you have your chance."
"Come on, that Wolf Rider guy always does whatever he wants." Leisen curled his lips and took a sip of his drink. He had participated in many dangerous battles, but this was the first time he had participated in such a large-scale military operation.
It must be admitted that although the overall combat power of the army was no match for the oppressive force of the Temple of the Gods of the Epoch, for some reason, Leisen still felt a surge of excitement.
Shaking his head, Leisen couldn't help but ask again, "We've deployed all our troops. What if someone takes advantage of this to launch a surprise attack on our home base?"
"That's not something we need to worry about," Zhang Wei said cheerfully.
"Why are you keeping me in suspense?" Leisen frowned and said in a low voice. "You must know something inside, tell me."
Zhang Wei glanced around at the large army advancing at a steady pace, then looked away and said with a smile, "Do you remember the girl who came with the Wolf Riders and Deputy Director Chang this time?"
"That serious-looking beauty? What happened to her?"
"Let me put it this way, that lady fought several rounds with an epochal god and was not at a disadvantage." Zhang Wei gave him a look that said, "I'm telling you this in secret, but don't tell anyone else."
Hearing this, Leisen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Seeing that Zhang Wei didn't seem to be joking, he took a long time to catch his breath before letting out a heavy sigh and twitching his lips. "Well, the ironclad rules of the wasteland aren't just for show. Women really are incredibly dangerous."
"Well, what woman who can survive in the wasteland is simple?"
As the two were talking, they looked up and saw Xiao Yue flapping his wings and flying over their heads, heading towards the center of the group at an extremely fast speed.
With a buzzing sound of air vibration, Xiao Yue quickly landed on the outrigger platform of a huge, moving fortress.
This is a mobile fortress resembling a pyramid, supported by countless spherical moving parts. It is propelled forward by electronic thrusters, like a mobile strategic stronghold. This thing was originally a military facility of the AI, but after Fang Xin took it over, he transformed it into this form.
Inside, agents and soldiers were moving quickly toward their destinations. Xiao Yue didn't stop, but instead rushed toward the operations room.
As the automatic door slowly opened, the bright environment from the battle scene appeared before Xiao Yue, along with Tang Zijun, Fang Xin, and others who were chatting and laughing.
"...I still think you're pretty much the same as the GUTS team. How about I apply to the Magic Bureau to make a batch of GUTS uniforms for you?" Tang Zijun was saying when he saw Xiao Yue walk in. He immediately stopped smiling and turned to look at Xiao Yue.
"Leader, Director Chang, squadron," Xiao Yue greeted them first, then quickly continued, "We're approaching the Forgotten Canyon area. The Rangers are advancing steadily, and aerial reconnaissance indicates that the various factions on the other side of the pass are all quiet, as if they're waiting for us."
"Did you encounter any problems on the way?" Tang Zijun asked.
"No, with such a large-scale military operation, what fool would dare to provoke us? Even those mutated beasts are keeping their distance from us; they disappear on their own without the Rangers needing to chase them away." Xiao Yue smiled. "However... there are quite a few tails that have been following us."
"That's normal. The Dragon Group's development speed here is indeed a bit too fast. In the past, with the Gods of the Era suppressing others, they didn't have so many thoughts. Now that the common enemy is gone, some people naturally don't want to see the Dragon Group suppressing them."
"Should we capture a few prisoners?"
"There's no need for that. Let them come along," Tang Zijun waved her hand. "Some things would be beneath us to do them ourselves. Don't forget what our goal is."
"Understood." Xiao Yue nodded with a smile.
Then Tang Zijun turned to look at Fang Xin. "When we get to the pass, it'll be your turn to take action. What I want is to verify the truth of the rumors about the gods of the era, and to find out the whereabouts of that stuttering girl. As for the rest, how much benefit you can bring to the Dragon Group depends on how big your appetite is."
"Hehe, don't worry, boss." Fang Xin rubbed his nose and smirked. "You've set up such a big mess for our Dragon Group, I'm not afraid of overdoing it. I've already told the brothers that I have good teeth, I can chew even the hardest bones."
"That's good, that's inspiring." Tang Zijun patted Fang Xin on the shoulder, turned to Chang Lei and nodded. Then the two exchanged a glance and stood up.
As the army drew ever closer to the Sighing Pass, the soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, some of the launchers and heat guns were put on hold, and the entire force exuded an oppressive aura as they pressed straight toward the Forgotten Valley.
Time ticked by in the suffocating wait, and the temporary camp outside the Sigh Pass was eerily silent.
The crackling of the substandard fuel stove and the clattering of metal parts contracting due to the cold were amplified infinitely. Behind every lookout post of every faction and behind every gap in the leader's tent, countless eyes were fixed on the dark horizon in the distance.
The air seemed to have solidified into a viscous grease, and every breath carried particles of rust and dust, pressing heavily on my chest.
Those ambitious people who usually shout and domineering, and who treat human life as worthless, all subconsciously held their breath at this moment.
The scarred, burly man from Anvil City, his knuckles white from excessive force as he gripped the cheap telescope; the only eye visible beneath the steel mask of the Fortress of the Dead, churning with fanatical rage and a forcibly suppressed fear; the sinister leader of the Gear Mafia, seemingly calmly toying with the golden gear in his hand, yet the gear's cold edge almost embedded itself into his fingertips.
Ten minutes felt like an eternity.
Finally, that desolate gray horizon was stained black.
It wasn't nightfall, but a moving, silent shadow, cold with metallic sheen, like a slowly advancing...
An endless tide of steel emerges from the horizon.
The Dragon Group's army has arrived.
There were no thunderous war drums, no clamorous shouts.
There was only one kind of deep, continuous rumble, as if the earth itself was groaning, coming from afar, like countless steel behemoths breathing and stepping in unison. The sound was not harsh, but it carried a heavy, crushing quality, penetrating the cold air and the frozen earth beneath one's feet, directly into the bones of everyone.
The shadowy figure became clearer and its outline gradually became distinct.
It was neither a disorganized band of marauders nor a frenzied charge; it was a silent, cold, highly ordered torrent of steel.
At the forefront stood heavy assault vehicles, resembling mobile fortresses. Their sharply angled armor gleamed with a deathly matte sheen under the leaden light. The massive electromagnetic cannon barrels pointed straight ahead, and the eerie blue light from the energy indicator below the muzzle resembled the cold, merciless pupils of a behemoth.
Following closely behind were all-terrain armored personnel carriers, their heavy tracks creaking as they rolled over the frozen ground. Multiple weapon launchers were visible beneath the side armor plates. A vertical takeoff and landing assault aircraft flew low overhead, its rotors cutting through the air with a sharp hiss, and missiles and cannons suspended under its fuselage gleamed with a deadly glint.
What's even more chilling is that silent army, dressed in standard dark gray combat uniforms, marching in perfect unison, forming a steel torrent between tanks and troop carriers.
Wastelanders, silicon-based lifeforms, alien mercenaries... all with different forms, yet they all carried the same cold, murderous aura. Countless eyes, through tactical goggles, coldly scanned the chaotic camp outside the pass ahead.
The weapons in their hands—a massive electromagnetic rifle, a buzzing energy weapon, and a multi-barreled rotating machine gun—were not deliberately aimed, but the invisible yet tangible aura of destruction weighed heavily on the hearts of all the onlookers, like a colossal boulder.
The army was not moving fast, but it carried an unstoppable momentum.
Wherever they passed, even the howling wind seemed to stop, and the radioactive dust they stirred up dared not approach, automatically parting to the sides.