The thick smoke dispersed, and the roar of the tank completely stopped, revealing the appearance of pits.
Each tank was covered with large holes in the metal, and the sound coming out of them was chilling.
"Crack, crack…"
It was the sound of flesh being violently gnawed.
"Boom!"
The last fighter jet fell to the ground.
The battle had ended!
Less than half of the Divine Servants were left, and it could be said that they had suffered heavy casualties. Although their bodies were strong, they were not immune to the damage of heavy weapons!
As for the believers, they used their extraordinary physique to fight fearlessly. After nearly half of the people died, they slaughtered the other party, but the remaining half were also heavily injured.
Tragic victory…
"This is the victory bestowed by the Black Clothed King!!!”
Lasval, who only had one arm left, roared into the sky.
Everyone else shouted at the same time,"Su! Su! Su!"
"Buzz…"
Before their celebration ended, the sound of a fighter jet flying at high speed came from afar again.
The cheers and praises paused for a moment, and then a sound far louder than before erupted!
"Su!"
The fanaticism in their eyes almost materialized. They already knew what kind of situation they would face next.
However, no one was afraid. Their devout faith made them fearless of death.
The Nightmare Mist that was implanted in their minds was nourished by their fervent faith and rapidly grew. The direct result was that the bodies of the believers mutated to varying degrees.
Some had wings on their backs, some had a pair of sharp claws sticking out from their shoulder blades, some had fangs popping out from the corners of their mouths, and some had their lower bodies turned into eight huge tentacles.
However, this was not enough. The 20 fighter jets learned from their predecessors and started shooting from afar. The Nightingale and the believers with flying abilities could not get close at all.
After occupying absolute air superiority, everyone on the ground was a target.
In the blink of an eye, the fighter jets flew across the sky and launched destructive missiles.
The believers of the Red Room had a certain level of military knowledge. They knew that death was about to descend in the next moment.
And they would return to the embrace of the Black Clothed King.
It was truly a pity that the palace of the Lord could not be preserved.
Weakness was the original sin.
At this moment, the believer closed his eyes as he watched the missile fall rapidly.
He meditated on the majestic image of the King of Black in his mind, quietly waiting for the explosion and the Inferno Prison to burn down this 'weak' body and release the original soul.
"Hmm?"
What was puzzling was that the explosion did not sound for a long time. They opened their eyes and their expressions were extremely distorted.
It was a twisted expression that was rarely seen on a human's face. It was an expression that burned one's life!
The black-robed king had appeared in the void at some point in time.
He just stood there quietly, and the space around him distorted. Be it the fighter jets in the sky or the missiles that were about to fall to the ground, they were all frozen like mosquitoes falling into amber!
"Su! Su! Su! Su!"
All the creatures on the ground knelt on the ground, looked up at Su Mu, and called him "Lord".
The voices of nearly a thousand people were unified and fanatical, echoing in the boundless Siberian plains. This voice ruled over everything, making the dormant creatures on the entire land tremble.
"Fortunately, I came back in time."
Su Mu glanced at the tragic scene on the ground and couldn't help but feel scared.
Although he had used some tricks, these underlings were indeed loyal. If they all died for him, Su Mu would not feel good.
With a thought, countless Nightmare Fog separated from his robe and quickly entered the believers 'bodies. In the blink of an eye, their injuries were healed.
He no longer paid attention to the flattery of his believers.
Su Mu looked at the fighter jets in the air and took a step forward. His body suddenly appeared on one of the fighter jets. His extremely fair arm stretched out of his robe and gently waved.
The black fog that enveloped the missiles and the other fighter jets expanded, pulling them into a ball and colliding with each other.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The explosion was deafening, but no remains fell. The Nightmare Mist firmly pinched them together.
He flicked his index finger lightly, and the cockpit of the fighter aircraft under his feet melted. The pilot's heart inside had already stopped beating.
Blood flowed out of his seven orifices, and his eyes were bloodshot. His eyes bulged out and almost exploded. It was because he was too close to Su Mu that he was scared to death by the compressed Halo of Fear.
The communicator in the fighter jet was buzzing with electricity, and one could vaguely hear the heavy breathing on the other side.
Obviously, Chuikov and the others in the headquarters had heard what was happening here. The strange and grand chanting, the screams of the pilots, and the explosions of the fighter jets...
They didn't know what to do. Even though they had been in the battlefield for a long time and had commanded many battles, they didn't expect such a small battle to make them feel confused and afraid...
" It seems that you have made the wrong decision..." Su Mu said calmly.
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