The Fel Reaver bent its legs, and the jet pack on its back spewed out green demonic flames. Two seconds later, the gigantic metal body leaped high into the air.
With its weight of more than a hundred tons, coupled with the acceleration of gravity, when it stomped down, two landing ships that were relatively close to each other and had just lowered their shields were instantly trampled into pieces along with the tanks and soldiers on them.
It was too fast. There were no screams, only the flesh and blood that shot out from under the Fel Reaver's feet, as well as the aftermath of the engine's explosion. Two blood-curling fountains the size of basketball courts were formed.
Even though the Fel Reaver's legs sank deep into the soft sand of the beach due to the terrain, it could not offset the shock.
Instinctively, the Alliance soldiers on the beach fired even more firepower at the terrifying meat shield-type Fel Reaver.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of bullets and arrows flying could be heard.
In history, Varian was able to chop off the head of a modified Fel Reaver with a single slash, and that was because … it was a divine artifact!
In essence, the Fel Reaver was not really a high-tech robot. In the end, it was just a dark-energy being draped in high-tech armor.
Morger stuffed a large amount of mixed demonic energy equivalent to a low-tier Void Lord into the shell of a Fel Reaver. Then, the Void Lord would pick out a sufficiently powerful soul from the captured souls, and stuffed it into the Fel Reaver's intelligence core.
As for loyalty?
There was no need to think about it.
Back in history, Arthas had destroyed many countries and captured countless souls. There were only two who did not succumb to [Frostmourne]'s soul torture: Uther and Bolvar.
The Burning Legion had destroyed countless planets, and many of them were once the souls of powerful enemies. Every race had its heroes, and not every hero had the willpower to persevere in pain and torture for ten thousand years.
While the Fel Reaver was few in number, as an assault unit, its power was undeniable.
At that moment, Duque snapped his fingers.
"Snap!" It was an unusually crisp sound.
In that instant, the surrounding generals all thought in a daze that Duke, this fella who wasn't a true deity, yet surpassed a true deity, just a snap of his fingers and half of the Burning Legion's demons would be wiped out.
Actually, no.
Duque snapping his fingers could only mean one thing: the Alliance was going to use their secret weapon.
Those who stayed in the Naxxramas Alliance headquarters were either lieutenants who acted as messengers and monitors, or staff officers with the rank of at least colonel or above.
Many generals vaguely knew that the Alliance had a secret research that was like a bottomless pit. Every year, the Alliance spent more than a billion gold coins on military expenses and transferred away a large number of recognized outstanding researchers. The importance of this project could be seen from the fact that Master Craftsman Gerbin was personally overseeing it.
When Duque gave the order, they could finally see the true face of the secret weapon.
The Burning Legion immediately noticed that the Alliance's flying fleet in the distance had begun to scatter to the left and right. A huge flying battleship with a grayish-black base color and two pairs of crimson wings, one large and one small, charged forward at high speed.
The huge bow of the ship had a shape similar to the toe of a war boot.
The most shocking thing was its size.
The 320-meter-long ship was far longer than the 240-meter-long Bismarck.
Such a huge flying battleship was enough to amaze the world. What was even more strange was that it used a different power structure from all the flying battleships in the Alliance.
The ship's body constantly glowed, telling those who knew it that this was a battleship powered by pure Titan runes. It was completely outside of the magic net and didn't need any fuel engines.
"Goddess of Wisdom – Minerva, attack! Please give your orders, commander! "All the more important announcements were made by Sally Whitemane by default.
There was no helping it. Du Mouke just liked her voice. Perhaps this was what it meant to be a voice actor.
Duque smiled at the few images in the magic mirror. "Are you ready?"
"Ready," a few voices replied in unison.
"That's good. Attack!"
On the huge body of the Goddess of Wisdom, three large cabin doors that were ten stories high opened. The Alliance's secret weapon was displayed in front of the world for the first time.
"Officers and soldiers at the front, retreat immediately. Leave the magic mecha to the Alliance's secret weapon." In the radio communication, the Alliance soldiers were still hot-blooded and fighting to the death.
Their duty to carry out orders immediately woke them up and resolutely carried out the orders of their superiors.
Duque had been in charge of the Alliance for 20 years. The biggest thing he did was change the Alliance's military system.
Orders were absolute!
The soldiers immediately covered each other, found cover, and retreated.
The magic mecha was also stunned. It sensed a high energy reaction in the sky not far away.
One after another, huge humanoid mechanical creatures were exposed to the sunlight.
In particular, the pure gold metal robot in the lead won the cheers of the entire fleet. The soldiers on the surrounding warships all whistled.
"Praise the Holy Light!"
It looked like that robot was a large Silver Hand Knight. Gold eagle head flying wing pauldrons, gold edged silver arm guards, gold triangular chest armor, standard Silver Hand shield, all the parts that needed to be moved were silver scales …
Other than the fact that the knight was holding a large Ashbringer that was more than 12 meters long and 21 meters tall, he looked like a fully-armed version of Tirion Fordring with a closed helmet and a mask over his face.
On the other side, there was a giant paladin robot with a similar appearance. It was covered in purple-blue paint, which told everyone who the owner of this mecha was. Needless to say, it was the rare mutant Thunder Knight Gavinrad Misfortune of the Silver Hand.
As for the one in the middle, there was a metal giant with two swords on its back, a belt with a lion emblem, and a helmet decorated with a wolf head.
Three voices sounded in the Alliance's command center.
"Tirion Fordring, Holy Light Gundam — attack!"
"Gavinrad Misfortune, Gundam of Misfortune — attack!"
"Varian Wrynn, Wolf God Gundam — attack!"
Gundam, the common dream of boys and men, had finally been magically modified by Du in Azeroth.
Strictly speaking, these Gundams were not robots. Because their mechanism had nothing to do with machinery or science. In standard terms, these were just giant exoskeleton mechas that were driven by the Titan Rune Magic Circle and could 100% synchronize with the pilot's movements.
With the mecha, would the heroes still need to fight the huge monsters of the Burning Legion with their flesh and blood?
The Wolf God Gundam was attached to Varian's body. With a thought, with the help of the catapult, the thrusters on its back spewed out surging Titan Fire. The 30-ton mecha was like a light tank that had been shot out by a huge cannon. It suddenly broke through the sky and crossed five kilometers in just a few seconds, descending on the head of the magic mecha.
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