The Game of Demon Hunter

"Coordinates 139.489.36X, a flying object was observed inside the black barrier area! Yes..." The first scientific officer who sent the signal finally failed to say what he observed. The branch of the Academy of Sciences where he was located had been feared. Breached by the Demon Army.

When the science officer reported the coordinates, the guard behind him who had been eroded by terrorism had already pierced his left lung with a dagger. If it wasn't for the various implants in the body, he wouldn't even finish that sentence.

However, the coordinate system he reported successfully guided other observation devices to lock.

"It's a shield-class frigate. Our ship is definitely part of the Sixth Colonial Fleet." A certain scientific officer who has made himself highly mechanized gathered news from all parties deep in his base.

This great scientific officer has 120 mechanical arms, which are semi-permanently integrated with the control base, so at this time, he still has spare capacity to integrate information on the basis of resisting the invasion of the Terrorist Demon Army.

"The target is falling and no signs of autonomous power are observed."

"The target is falling in the direction of the Federation of Mao Zedong. The warning message has been sent and no response has been received. The communication between us and the Federation of Mao Zedong has been cut off 17 minutes and 32 seconds ago. The cause cannot be determined."

"The scope of the black barrier is expanded, and the moon will collide with the black barrier in ten seconds. All units that can receive the message, please pay close attention to the collision response and collect the data with me. If I go offline, the data collection work will be transferred. To No. 79 workstation, after No. 79 workstation goes down, transfer to No. 111 workstation. The complete list of the transfer sequence has been sent to the memo of each workstation, please check."

The scientific officer completed the data analysis in a few tenths of a second, and sent the follow-up work to each base station.

Almost every moment there are new workstations offline, and the computing power of the entire Academy of Sciences is rapidly declining. Even the major scientific officers themselves don’t know how long their online time will last.

"The subspace energy response data has just picked up. It is suspected that the subspace energy response has risen due to the black barrier area contact. The overall subspace energy response rate has dropped by three percentage points, and the effective time of the Maelstrom project will be delayed by 13 points. Seven or two seconds."

"The data at the Himalaya station is abnormal. The life-sustaining capsule to which Xu Yichen belongs is offline, and the basic degree cannot be observed, and real-time monitoring cannot be carried out. Is the automatic maintenance program activated?"

The bad news came one after another. The big scientific officials handled these tasks with the highest efficiency. After the relevant departments had died in name, the Academy of Sciences became the last hope of resistance for mankind. Of course, only these scientific officials with highly developed brains could do so. In a short time, continue to respond.

"Recalculate the maelstrom and black barrier area models based on the new data. As long as the subspace energy attenuation caused by the maelstrom remains stable, ignoring all the signals of the Himalaya station, we cannot distinguish which are real signals and which are deceptive signals." Big Science The official gave the most helpless decision.

Even now, the Academy of Sciences has not been able to completely determine how many treacherous believers there are in it. Since the beginning of the transformation of the Himalaya Station, countless scientific officials have participated, and the great scientific officials do not want to take risks.

At this time, he can only hope that Xu Yichen's Ji people will have their own vision, and there will be no accidents.

"The target frigate has left the black barrier area and is crashing north from the contact point. The crash location is the northern part of Siberia!"

"Is that the frigate with the green-skinned meteorite?"

"It's it. There is no response. I have issued an interception order, but I have not received any response from the air base or air defense firepower point."

"Hell in reincarnation, the evil gods are teasing us, they want to reshape the history of this world under our noses."

"Received a response signal from Air Force Base No. 55. We have two Howling Banshees already cruising in the airspace."

"Finally there is good news."

A few minutes ago, at the No. 55 Air Force Base in the northwest of the Loess Region, twelve soldiers wearing yellow spring-style exoskeletons built a simple barrier in the **** fog, escorting the two pilots toward the hangar. .

God knows how lucky they are. When the **** mist filled the entire base, the Marines were able to find the body of an orderly soldier carrying a paper order in the chaos. In the visibility environment, two surviving pilots were found from the sea of ​​blood on the mountain.

The price was that the 75 Marines were finally left with only 12 in front of them. Nine of them were recruits who had just been recruited into the Huangquan Commando. Among the only three veterans, the highest rank was a lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, if we can successfully enter the hangar and start the aircraft, we still need the authorization of the tower to leave the warehouse." One of the pilots whispered, holding an automatic weapon, "Are you sure there are still people alive in the tower?"

"I'm not sure, but the order in my hand is written like this. The person who gave the order must have considered this issue." The lieutenant used thermal imaging to search the surroundings. After several life and death tests, he already knew what he was in front of him. The situation is an asymmetric war that is one-way transparent to the enemy and one's own side completely loses sight~www.novelmtl.com~ They can see us, so you don't need to speak in a low voice. "The lieutenant pointed in one direction based on his senses, and shot with an electromagnetic rifle in his hand. The spike-like bullet smashed a bloodletter standing in the corner into a sieve.

On the way into the hangar, the Marines lost another one-third of their manpower. The only good news is that the pilot is still safe.

After confirmation by the pilot, the good news is that the hangar has been opened, and the bad news is that only one Howling Banshee is fully loaded, and the other Howling Banshees are vacant.

But it is better than nothing.

A few weeks ago, there were more than 17,000 aircraft of various models in the Loess Region that could take off at any time, and now, with the continuous battle with the chaos demons, this number has approached zero.

Even before the emergence of blood fog, although the loess area was able to replenish various types of combat aircraft at a rate of 75 per day, pilots could no longer keep up, because the battle damage rate in aerial combat was as high as 92%.

The lieutenant has no doubt that the two pilots who are now protecting behind him are most likely the last two pilots capable of flying a heavy fighter like the Howling Banshee in the Loess Region.

"Fly, it's better to die in the sky than to die here!" The lieutenant divided his team into two, each protecting a pilot to go to his fighter.

When the Howling Banshee took off, the remaining Marines were also overwhelmed by the bloodletters.

"All units that have received this message, please intercept the shield-class frigate in the airspace at coordinates 335.125.90A and destroy it on the spot. This is a direct order from the Academy of Sciences and it concerns the entire world! Repeat, all received..."

After the wailing banshee left the area covered by the blood mist, she immediately received an order from the Academy of Sciences: "Base No. 55 received the order and is rushing to intercept!"