Let's rewind time to a few minutes ago.
The intense battle above their heads had ignited the entire sky as far as the eye could see. The world-destroying flames had evaporated all the clouds, and the poisonous clouds that had occupied the entire Eastern Plaguelands for years were nothing more than a joke in the face of this violent net of fire. No virus could withstand the high temperature of the surface of a star, and the powerful main cannons of the Motherships had even dyed the entire dome an abnormal dark red. If the Azeroth warriors on the ground had more advanced scientific knowledge, they would have been shocked to discover that this was a sign that the atmosphere was about to explode.
Of course, both sides of the battle had already taken precautions. After all, a planet that had been burned to ashes was of no value to anyone.
This scene deeply shocked the soldiers who were watching on the ground. Due to the distance, they could only see the scene of the bombardment between the massive Motherships. The smaller assault ships were already beyond the limits of what the naked eye could distinguish, but the unclear exchange of fire still shocked the Azeroth soldiers who were used to small scale magic battles. It was only now that they truly understood how powerful these "Gods" were. Iron Stove Fort, Stormwind City, and even Thunder Cliff, which was thought to be the most difficult to break through. How long could these seemingly impregnable fortresses last under this kind of attack?
Those massive Motherships could even turn an entire city into ashes with just one cannon shot!
This was a battle between the Gods … Even if mortals were called members of the God's army, they could only play a supporting role in this battle.
At this moment, an earth-shattering explosion suddenly sounded from above the ground.
The attack that came out of nowhere stunned the allied forces of the various races who were still lamenting the power of the Gods. However, the purpose of this attack didn't seem to be to kill, but rather to give a small warning. When the smoke dissipated, a petite figure quietly floated in front of everyone.
A cloak …
Yes, a cloak. Although they knew that it was actually a person wearing a cloak, because it was too tightly wrapped up and the person's stature was too inconspicuous compared to the cloak, the Azeroth soldiers present all had strange thoughts like "why is a cloak floating in the air?"
When the cloak … ahem, the moment that small figure appeared, Pandora's eyes suddenly widened. Her pupils … okay, Pandora didn't have pupils … Anyway, this was the first time that the cold little loli showed such a clear expression in battle. It wasn't surprise. A few days ago, Pandora had already expected that this person would meet her sooner or later. It wasn't panic, that wasn't something that Pandora could possibly feel. It was simply a strong emotional turmoil. Pandora herself couldn't describe what this feeling was. It was too complicated, too intense, too chaotic. But Pandora knew that some things could never be avoided.
They had to fight, and no matter what, they couldn't lose this battle. It was just that … they had to do their best to capture this person alive … This was a really difficult task, but it was what her brother wanted, so it was a natural mission, right?
"Retreat."
Pandora said in a low voice. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly heard by every soldier.
"Lady Pandora …" An Orc Shaman asked in confusion. Although it was a bit inappropriate for an old Orc with a face so full of beard that it could be woven into a blanket to call a little guy who wasn't even 1.2 meters tall "Lady", in the eyes of the Orcs who respected strength, this powerful Protoss who could destroy an entire army with one hand was definitely worthy of any title.
"Retreat, the further the better."
Pandora repeated again. At the same time, Schilling's soldiers who had already received the absolute order began to collectively retreat.
Seeing that even the Divine Warriors began to retreat, everyone understood that it was an order that could not be disobeyed. The battle that was about to happen was probably not something that they could interfere with. Even the Divine Warriors had no room to intervene.
This understanding was not entirely correct. Pandora only wanted to settle everything by herself. This battle could not be interfered with by outsiders.
But no matter what, the soldiers of all races obediently retreated, and under the leadership of a few Schilling's officers, they left the battlefield as fast as they could.
This was a battle that was bound to happen. To describe it in a melodramatic way, it would be a battle of fate. It was a duel that could only be won fair and square. That was why Pandora wanted all unrelated personnel to leave the battlefield. The cloaked girl also did not choose to ambush Pandora. Instead, she gave her a warning beforehand.
"After today, there will only be one Pandora." When the last soldier left their sight, Visca, who was completely covered in a large cloak, slowly landed on the ground. She lifted her hood and revealed a face that looked exactly like Pandora, but with blood-red cat eyes. "The programming error … will finally end today!"
Pandora did not seem to hear what she said at all. She only silently took out a three-meter long sniper … cannon …
Boom! A violent explosion sounded. Visca dodged the blazing explosive bullet by a hair's breadth. She then leaped high into the air, and a series of floating cannons appeared in the air, forming a precisely designed firing point. The petite figure quickly retreated, and at the same time, a round barrel that was about the size of a tank's main cannon reached out from her cloak.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A violent explosion sounded. The two twins, whose firepower was comparable to that of a heavy-armored army, finally clashed for the first time. They had the exact same fighting style, the exact same body structure, and even some small habits appeared to have a tacit understanding as if they were telepathic. The only difference was that the two of them had different combat experiences and personal styles. Such a battle was destined to not end quickly from the beginning. Pandora and Visca were like one person and her shadow. They almost used the exact same moves to offset each other's attacks. Every movement seemed to be carried out according to a long-rehearsed script. If it was a bystander who did not know the truth, he or she would probably suspect that the two girls were purely acting.
Hand cannons, semi-fixed cannons, floating cannons, missile clusters, laser prisms. The weapons used were constantly upgraded, and the types and number also increased to a frightening degree. The two small figures moved in the air at an astonishing speed. Their limbs cut through the air and even produced dense sonic booms. The seemingly unavoidable laser beams and ballistic weapons were accurately dodged again and again, and then caused a series of explosions in the distant horizon. Both of them knew that their defense was a huge weakness compared to their offense, so they avoided those terrifying cannons.
Once again, Pandora dodged her opponent's deadly instantaneous helium flash. Although the helium flash's power was reduced by nearly half without being charged, it was still not an attack that could be withstood by a small body.
Calmly looking at the cloaked girl in the distance, Pandora did not rashly launch the next round of attacks.
This wasn't a solution. The overall strength of the two of them was too close. Furthermore, the telepathic connection that she did not know was a good thing or a bad thing was even more annoying. Although it allowed her to have a higher chance of seeing through her opponent's next move, conversely, the other party was also the one benefiting from it … In this case, it was impossible to rely on such firepower to determine the victor.
The safety system in her body was warning her. It wasn't because she was severely damaged or had insufficient energy. Instead, her entire body was overloaded. Although her small body had greatly strengthened her agility and explosive power, she was not used to such a long battle in order to maintain her powerful firepower output. Her main energy pipelines had already entered the third unconventional heat dissipation since the start of the battle, and the auxiliary energy circuits were about to enter the extreme cooldown. If this continued, she was afraid that she would break down …
The only thing worth rejoicing about was that her opponent's situation was probably the same.
Under normal circumstances, when two ranged attack classes fought, they would do their best to distance themselves from each other and then bombard each other. However, Pandora and Visca were careful to maintain a distance of less than ten kilometers from each other. Although both of them were Shiring Apostles who specialized in ranged attacks, they did not dare to increase their advantage by increasing the distance between them. The name Pandora represented absolute long-range suppression. However, they might not be able to remain unscathed under the same long-range suppression. It was just like how a main battle tank might not be able to withstand her own artillery shells. Neither Pandora nor Visca could defend against her long-range attacks.
Their defensive capabilities were far weaker than her offensive capabilities.
This was not a design flaw. After all, offense was always much easier than defense, and the Pandora -type Shiring Apostles were pure attackers. Moreover, two Pandora -type Shiring Apostles fighting each other was a situation that no one had expected.
If the distance was more than one kilometer, they could use conventional guns and hand cannons. If the distance was more than ten kilometers, there would be time to prepare the directional weapons that required a preset time. If the distance was more than a hundred kilometers, both Pandora and Visca were confident that they could activate the Charged Helium Flash. However, it would definitely result in mutual destruction. After all, the combat strength of the two was too close. As long as they had the opportunity to launch a fatal attack, no one would be able to survive.
In order to prevent the opponent from having time to prepare such a long-range attack, the two of them had to use this kind of melee style mid-range shooting.
It seemed that Visca had lost his patience with such a boring bombardment, or perhaps the overloaded energy system could no longer support the large-scale cannon formation. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and a two-meter long alloy battleship slicing knife appeared in his hand!
Almost at the same time, the elder sister opposite him, who looked exactly like him, did the same thing.
The subtle telepathic connection between the two worked again.
Damn it … Damn it … Damn it!!!
Why do we have to be the same! Why do we have to be the same!
Visca suddenly became angry, and the reason was naturally not just because the other party had done the same thing as him.
Why am I just a copy!? Why can you obtain that kind of happiness!?
Visca tightly held the battleship slicing knife in his hand and instantly disappeared.
Since we are so similar, then …
"Go to hell!!!!!!"
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