The cold mechanical flood slowly approached. Tens of thousands of war robots hung on the military airships. The huge airships came crashing down from the sky, covering the mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon. In the air, the mechanical soldiers fell from the airships like dumplings. The thousands of mechanical soldiers on the ground gathered into a torrent and pushed forward.
On the other side, the guards of the Nabu Royal Family led by Obi-Wan were in a sorry state. They were hiding under the desert, and the four sand drilling vehicles were traveling at a depth of tens of meters under the sand dunes. Obi-Wan was leading dozens of guards, using all the weapons they could think of to stop the mechanical army. From time to time, guards in uniform would be shot down by lasers.
Along the way, the broken robots and the corpses of the Neb guards fell. To the robots, it was just a drop in the ocean. However, the guards suffered heavy casualties.
The tall Royal Guard Captain hid behind the boulder, the blaster in his hand continuously firing. He turned around in despair and said to Obi-Wan, "Warrior, please protect Her Majesty's safety. She is Neb's only hope. As long as the Queen is safe, our sacrifice will be worthwhile!"
"Don't think like that. You have to hold on. Reinforcements are on the way!" Obi-Wan held his lightsaber and waved his hand to deflect an ion beam that was shot at the guards. He turned around and looked at the guard sincerely.
"There won't be any reinforcements. Mr. Warrior, you don't have to comfort us. When I joined the guards, I already had the resolve to sacrifice myself for the queen. Every one of us brothers and sisters has the determination to die for Neb." The guard captain stopped retreating. He led the remaining guards and maids to stay where they were.
One of the queen's closest maids turned around and said to Obi-Wan, "Protect the queen and retreat! Mr. Jedi, we will hold them off for a while! " There was a strange brilliance on this petite girl's face. She stood under the sun, the hair in front of her forehead reflecting the sunlight. Her clear eyes looked at him devoutly and said, "May the Origin Force be with you!"
Obi-Wan looked at this ordinary-looking girl and the many guards who had stopped beside him. He held tightly to the creed in his heart and gave his blessings to his exhausted comrades, "May the Origin Force be with you!"
The particle beams that shot towards Obi-Wan did not scare him at all. He waved the light sword in his hand agilely to protect himself. He weaved through the rain of bullets and felt the expectant gazes of his nameless comrades behind him. He killed his way towards the Queen.
These cold war machines had logical judgment and thinking abilities that were not inferior to that of ordinary humans. They were remotely controlled by the troop carriers that hovered high up in space. The steel tide that could destroy everything pushed forward little by little with a cold murderous intent.
Even though his guards fought with all their might, their comrades still fell one after another. Obi-Wan could even feel their despair and resistance. He felt the burning sensation of the particle beams brushing past his face.
He endured the anger that was about to burst open in his heart. He tried to tell himself that their sacrifice was worth it. He tried to forget those silent faces and advance towards the Queen. But when he was about to reach his destination, he could not help but look back.
It was still that nameless maidservant. Her hair fluttered beside her ears, and there were beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. She stood in the middle of the battlefield, focusing her attention on the front. In front of her was an endless army of machines.
Scarlet red lasers brushed past her face a few times, but she just stood there without moving. Only when a few accurate lasers shot towards her did she calmly close her eyes.
Obi-Wan trembled as he lifted the muzzle of his blaster, trying to redeem everything.
He turned his head in despair. He could not bear to see what would happen next. He could feel sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks. Then he saw a familiar figure. It was as steady and tall as a boulder, standing in front of everyone.
"Leave the rest to us!" a voice said.
Obi-Wan raised his head and saw Chen Ang standing in front of him. His teacher, Qui-Gon Kim, was standing in front of everyone, blocking most of the threatening attacks with a lightsaber. Under the heavy night sky, stars shone behind them.
Obi-Wan could see those lights clearly. They were old flying shuttles, full of strange-looking warriors. These old warriors were old enough to be Obi-Wan's grandfathers. Their bodies were emitting a murderous aura. Their clothes were tattered, and they were wearing strange equipment. They looked especially ferocious and ferocious.
Amidst the endless yellow sand, none of these warriors could ignore them. It was a kind of eye-catching aura that could not be concealed, and neither could they be bothered to conceal their menacing fangs and brandishing claws. They were exposed in the center of the battlefield.
A Catu with floating steel tentacles was the first to pounce. On the battlefield, two straight gray lines were spreading through the robot array. The two lightsabers in Chen Ang's hands flew and cut down everything in front of him. The sharp lightsabers easily cut through the sturdy alloy shells and cut them into four pieces.
A condensed and calm aura flowed out of the lightsabers. It was as if the world had turned gray, and the lightsabers in his hands were the only bright spot. When Obi-Wan saw this, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. Then, he was reminded by the vigilance in his heart, and he paid close attention to Chen Ang's crazily increasing threat ability.
A silver-white glove was clasped on Chen Ang's elbows, and two buzzing silver plates floated near Chen Ang. Blue lightning flashed on the lightsabers. His highly focused mind gathered on the two lightsabers, and he felt the frantically beating energy aura.
If inner strength was the path of inner cultivation, Chen Ang's development of it could not be said to be profound, but it had been expanded to the extreme. No matter how inner strength was used, it was still developed and used the strength of the human body. It was harder than steel, faster than bullets, and it was still bound by the physical body.
It had to be reflected in the real world through the physical body.
Chen Ang suspected that the so-called unity of man and nature and the vitality of heaven and earth might be the application of inner strength to get rid of the physical body's restrictions and independently interfere with the world. However, this realm was far from Chen Ang.
In this regard, Chen Ang had always been looking forward to the appearance of a turning point.
This kind of power that directly interfered with reality, the great power that directly affected physical forces without using the physical body, Chen Ang had once thought that it would be a special ability, a path of martial arts that used special abilities as the first driving force and integrated inner strength. He did not expect that he would find a way out in the science of the interstellar era.
Electromagnetism, sound waves, fluid, photon, gravity, these physical forces that were bound by science had a common source of interference, the origin of all things, the great power of life — the Origin Force.
Although unifying the Origin Force was still far away for Chen Ang, the nature of the Origin Force of life could already trigger the power that interfered with physics. Through some high-tech equipment and equipment, the path of science and martial arts sprouted for the first time. The electromagnetic traction beam rings on his wrists and the anti-gravity engine in mid-air were rough and extraordinary.
In that instant, Chen Ang's entire body was wrapped in lightning, like a ball of lightning. He stepped on the air, and his figure flashed like lightning across the sky. The lightning that entangled his body, under the guidance of the silver-white gloves, roared and surrounded his body. His footsteps did not touch the ground, but his figure was wrapped in blazing white lightning, sweeping across the sky above the mechanical army.
Two light blades wrapped in a huge amount of electromagnetic ions turned into giant blades that were several meters long, like the wings of lightning. Under Chen Ang's extreme speed, all the ions that approached him were turned into plasma and shot out along the light blades, maintaining the fragile stability of the lightning ball.
The invisible particle light blades cut through the space countless times in an instant, like the right-angle ripples blowing across the water surface. Countless intersecting sword lights flashed in the mechanical army. With the unique physical properties of particle weapons, every time Chen Ang swung his sword, there would be tens of thousands of light frequency vibrations.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of particle blades had swept across the battlefield. Like hot knives cutting through butter, they dismembered the machines in their path and turned them into piles of rubble.
Obi-Wan watched in shock as the lightning flashed past. His hand holding the light blade had unknowingly become drenched in sweat. He couldn't believe Chen Ang's miraculous swordsmanship. There were no origin power fluctuations, no tidal oscillations, and only a weak interference of vitality origin power had produced such a terrifying display of swordsmanship.
It was as though Obi-Wan could see a new door of origin power slowly opening, and a sensitive organization that could sense vitality origin power was rising. Just as he was feeling uneasy — his teacher, Qui-Gon Jin, had arrived at his side with the escort squad.
His teacher, Qui-Gon Jinn, had already escorted the guards to his side. Seeing Obi-Wan's distracted look, he frowned and said, "Obi-Wan, don't let the world blind your eyes. You have to learn to see the world with your heart."
"Look!"
In the distance, the old soldiers were staggering on the ground as they charged fearlessly toward the mechanical army. The old men with one foot in the grave formed a stark contrast to the cold and merciless mechanical army.
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