The vast North Stygian Sea, the sky and the water meet, as far as the eye can see, and the vast sea surface is dotted with large and small islands. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info strings of red, cyan, purple small islands and reefs, scattered on the sea, like beautiful pearls, in the dark blue water and the golden sun, as if gently flowing, mysterious and hazy, real and illusory.

Above the sea, Picasso was in no mood to appreciate this rare spectacle, and all his thoughts were on the blazing fire more than 10,000 miles away. So he didn't notice at all that the countless soldiers lurking on those little islands and reefs were watching them fly by with idiot eyes.

The flight speed of the Holy Envoy Legion was extremely fast, and in just a few moments, it approached within 10,000 miles of Baguio Immortal Island.

"Faster!" Picasso shouted, "Lower your height and rush over!" ”

Amid the shouts, a crowd of birds with a diameter of more than 10,000 miles, swooped down from the sky with a roar, and rushed towards the huge island that shone with firelight.

However, as soon as the crowd of birds had landed at a height of about 10,000 zhang, Picasso's afterglow suddenly noticed that there was a slight roar on the left and right wings of Wuyang's Holy Envoy Legion and behind him. Strange birds with huge sizes, glowing with dark metallic light, and a cold killing intent, suddenly emerged from the clouds.

What's that? Picasso suddenly felt a sense of extreme foreboding. Then, he saw that those strange birds whose wings could not move at all suddenly flashed under their wings, and huge round objects, with long flames spewing from their tails, like fire-breathing dragons, instantly killed around the birds.

In the earth-shattering explosion of "boom, boom, boom", the large array of birdmen with a diameter of 10,000 miles was instantly cut off a thick layer of hundreds of miles, and more than 10 million birdmen screamed and disappeared, turning into a little white light.

The trajectories and landing points of these missiles were set extremely tricky, and the two bomber groups, two fighter divisions, thousands of planes, and more than 2,000 missiles surrounded the bird crowd on three sides, and their explosion points were connected into a large circle, surrounding the birdmen's perimeter like a burning crown.

The birdmen instinctively screamed and fled from the periphery towards the center to escape the terrible explosion.

As a result, the birdmen crowded in the air, collided, and fled in a panic towards the center, which made the formation of the whole birdman more and more dense.

It was at this time that the second batch of missiles had already arrived.

It is the same tricky trajectory and landing point, the same explosion on the periphery of the formation, the same continuous fire and explosion point, but it has achieved more amazing results. The overly dense formation, the sluggish reaction that was too concentrated and did not think of a counterattack, made the second wave of missiles exert a more terrifying killing effect, which was also hundreds of miles thick, but the birdmen who were bombarded into slag have exceeded 30 million people.

"Bastard! Spread out, spread out, fight back! Picasso cried out angrily, his voice filled with fear he had never seen before. He could never have imagined that here, in a place close to the target, he would be attacked by the opponent's sudden and fierce attack. And that kind of weapon that has never been seen before, the power is so powerful, so terrifying. Just two photos made the entire legion lose more than one-tenth!

Obviously, this is a trap, those cunning enemies have already anticipated their own actions, expected the march route of the Holy Envoy Legion, and don't even know how to find out the time and formation of the arrival of the Holy Envoy Legion, otherwise they can't explain why this ambush happened at this time, in this place, just right, and they adopted a very targeted strike strategy, and achieved the result of a battle that made them feel distressed to death!

However, Picasso's cry was not carried out most effectively. The birdmen near the center wanted to rush out at the order, and the birdmen on the periphery desperately fled inside, and there was a rush of chaos, let alone counterattack, and they couldn't even really disperse, but became more and more chaotic.

And by this time, the third wave of missiles had already arrived, then the fourth, then the fifth......

The huge bombers, like fortresses in the air, emitted a huge roar, firing powerful missiles in mid-air at a constant rhythm, and the "petite" and agile fighters shuttled through the air like lightning, flying, and fluttering, shooting missiles into the places they wanted to hit the ground.

The ring of fire formed by the first wave of blows has not yet dissipated, the second, third, fourth rings of fire have already formed. In the vast ocean sky, ring after ring of fire, like one interlocking noose after another, is rigidly wrapped around the birdmen's bodies and necks, making them unable to move, or even breathe.

It wasn't until after the fifth wave of missiles that the birds finally settled down, gradually spreading out in all directions, and began to shoot their white lightsabers at the fighters in the distant void.

But at this time, there are less than 200 million birdmen left with a total size of more than 300 million. The poor holy envoys, who had been completely smashed into the tiniest particles, emitted white light, illuminating the sea and sky within a radius of 100,000 miles, and it was almost impossible to see anything clearly.

The only good news was that that terrifying weapon, which did not seem to be relentlessly endless, seemed to have emptied their reserves after the sixth wave of blows, and the monster birds, which were gigantic, wagged their wings, withdrew from the battle.

And the remaining small and nimble strange birds, although they advanced and retreated like lightning, the powerful fire dragon-like weapons were one step ahead, and now, they were flying desperately on the periphery, firing small cannonballs at a rapid speed.

The Birdmen are no strangers to this kind of shell, having fought countless times with the Resistance, wielding such weapons, over the past thirty years. Although it is also amazingly powerful, and the rate of fire is extremely fast, its power is not as good as those heavy guns on the ground, at most, that is, ten or eight times more than the most common machine gun rifles, guns.

And the most critical problem is that the number of these strange birds is too small, and more than a thousand strange birds firing this weapon are not enough to form a fatal blow to the huge birdman group.

"Rush over and wreck them!" Picasso shouted angrily, knowing that this might be his only chance to break through.

At this time, Picasso no longer had the luxury of fulfilling the order of the Holy Envoy of Ulle, and the friendly troops who were under siege came out. He knew that if he rushed forward at this time, there might not be any huge traps and traps waiting for him, and if he could break through the encirclement and escape, he would already be able to thank the benevolent great and all-powerful Holy Emperor.

And to break out of the encirclement, surround and destroy the more than a thousand strange birds in front of him, it is his only choice, and it must be completed in the shortest possible time, otherwise there is no guarantee that those cunning human monks will have any follow-up conspiracy.