For Lin, the battle between Vulcan and Hefquin was a foregone conclusion. However, for Fen and the mechs, the battle that seemed to have a clear winner had not really started because the Lord of the Iron Wall had yet to use his other power. The power that truly suppressed all elemental creatures and made them not dare to act rashly.
The mechs were guessing when Vulcan was going to explode, or if he missed the opportunity to explode and was going to be beaten to death. As for the latter, when they saw how excited Hefquin was, none of the mechs doubted that if the Lord of the Iron Wall did not think of a way to save himself, he would really be hacked to death on the spot.
Unfortunately, that absurd idea did not have the chance to come true. A terrifying spiritual pressure exploded in all directions with the Lord of the Iron Wall as the center.
This sense of oppression not only targeted everyone's soul but also caused a near-physical threat on the spiritual level. Instead, it caused the effect of a storm, which scattered the pocket-level mechs and Hefquin's clones that were constantly changing forms. Although the Nanobots were not completely wiped out, they still suffered a lot of losses.
Further away, the mechs that were fighting against the Iron Wall were also pushed back a few steps by the storm. Although they were not directly destroyed by this wave of attack like Hefquin's clones, there were still many sensitive electronic parts on the mechs that were emitting bursts of electric light due to the overload of energy. After that, they went on permanent strike.
Fortunately, the parts that were affected by this kind of thing were in some harmless positions. The electronic parts that were really important were well protected. At least, none of the mechs were killed by this wave of attack that was not considered an attack. At most, they would lose a leg or some unimportant functional equipment.
The more surprising change was that the Iron Wall's army was not shaken by this wave of storm. Instead, it was as if they were injected with chicken blood. They suddenly rose up and killed a wave of mechs.
Not to mention the pocket-level mechs, many of the normal-level mechs and even the commander-level mechs suffered a great loss in this wave of counterattack. If it weren't for their companions dragging them out of the battlefield to repair them, they would have been torn apart by the Iron Wall on the spot.
The change in the situation still shocked a certain someone who only had one arm left but insisted on staying behind to watch. The damage from the broken arm was not as serious as he had imagined, except for the loss of an arm. The reason why Lin insisted on staying was because he wanted to witness the end of the battle with his own eyes.
In terms of selfishness, it was just like how a person who committed arson would always stay at the scene to observe their 'results'. It was such a perverted act. Lin Hui's reason for staying was probably because he wanted to see to what extent the robot race he created could crush the traditional top forces of the Earth Elemental Plane. He had never thought that there would be a possibility of a comeback, so he was indescribably surprised by the scene before him.
"What … happened?" Lin asked the Lich who had come to his side.
"You are dealing with a god. You can't possibly think that you can kill him with a few large blades, right? "Fen lifted someone's empty sleeve and looked at the severed arm. After confirming that the bleeding had stopped, he did not continue to care about it.
It was not difficult for her to regrow another arm. However, that was not something that should be done on the battlefield. Once the battle here was over, she would have plenty of time to heal someone. Right now, she would just treat it as teaching a lesson to a certain idiot who had self-destructed an arm.
On the other hand, Lin was shocked by the person beside him. He opened his mouth wide and said with a broken image, "A god?"
"Yes. Don't tell me that you don't even know what you are dealing with and just foolishly attacked, "Fen said in disdain. However, seeing the stunned expression on Lin Hui's face, she added, "But the opponent hasn't shown his true abilities yet. If you didn't know beforehand, it's normal that you didn't notice."
Lin Hui looked thoughtfully at Hefquin who had been scattered. Vulcan's aqua-blue God's Tear Gold body floated up into the air. Specks of white light came from afar and gathered on Vulcan's body, adding a sense of holiness to Vulcan.
Seeing this scene, Lin only had one thought in his mind: Vulcan really is a god.
Then, how should he deal with the robots?
As the saying goes, fight on the altar first. Both sides had to be at the same height before they could fight. Then, would the robots, who were based on elemental creatures and transformed, be qualified to stand on the opposite side of a god? Or even … was there a way to kill a god? How should he end it next?
Amidst Lin Hui's lack of confidence and deep doubts, the robots handed over an unexpected answer that was not hard to imagine.
Vulcan floated in the air in front of everyone's eyes. This kind of behavior was not called showing off, but a live target!
What kind of people were fighting against the Iron Wall on the battlefield? They were a group of robots that would at least equip one of the plasma cannons or railguns as their main weapon. In front of such an opponent, letting oneself appear in the air without any cover and in the conspicuous air was like asking others to hurry up and focus fire!
Therefore, the robots readily followed the good advice.
The targets also included the members of the Iron Wall's military force who had risen up. Anyway, they were going to start firing anyway. While focusing fire on the god, they could spare some to greet the god's underlings. It was just right.
Therefore, except for the robots that were fighting, the other robots that had not been entangled all prepared their main cannons. Under the coordination of the tactical command platform, they also aimed at their respective targets. The battleship battle group floating at a higher altitude, including the colonial ship Virtual Number, also launched the cannons on the sides and the belly of the ship, aiming at the targets on the ground.
The robots' attacking posture was very obvious. Of course, Lin could see it. This was especially true for Heffquin, who had been scattered into an unfixed form. She did not reassemble her mech shell, but instead turned into cannons. She raised her head and aimed at her opponent who ignored her and floated into the air. Looking at the battlefield, which originally had a strange fighting style, now there were many anti-aircraft cannons, like a hedgehog with vertical spikes.
As if to answer the doubts of a certain human mage. The first physical shell fired by the railgun hit Vulcan's body.
The scene of being bounced off by the magic barrier before hitting the target didn't happen as expected. Instead, the shell courageously broke through several layers of barriers and hit the God's Tear Gold Body.
Of course, the shell eventually bounced off. It didn't leave any mark on the hard body.
The first shell was like a bugle call that was blown to attack. As long as the robots were within the range of the Vulcan, they all participated in the attack. Millions of cannons fired in segments under the coordination of precise calculations, avoiding physical shells from colliding with each other and making sure that every shell was aimed at the Lord of the Iron Wall.
The plasma cannons didn't have similar concerns. However, the range was affected by the caliber. The railgun was basically the world of the railgun for distances of more than a few kilometers.
In this way, a heroic symphony of war, even in a world without air and where sound couldn't be transmitted, still unfolded in everyone's mind and vision.
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