Dharmaraja stood in the hall of the command center and looked at the map hanging on the wall. The forces of the Bloodline Alliance were marked with a red circle.
The think tank was discussing tactics in whispers, and a dozen operators were constantly in contact with the frontline.
So far, the battle situation was ideal. The raid was launched at 2: 30 am, and it was now 5 am In the past three hours, six forces of the Bloodline Alliance had been eliminated.
There were no super forces among them. Super forces weren't that easy to eliminate, but it wasn't difficult to finish the battle before dawn. In this battle that swept across the entire country from the north to the south, all the remaining eight gods of Bosch had been mobilized.
This was all thanks to Bao Ze's surveillance. Every faction had enough hidden personnel stationed in the periphery to secretly monitor the enemy's every move.
This was the advantage of official organizations. Even if a few forces had cleared out the surveillance personnel nearby, the drones in the sky and the surveillance nearby were all Bosch's eyes.
Bosch had also taken measures to cut off power and water supply to a few original Buddhist sects in the Bloodline Alliance.
The enemy was right under their noses. I know you like the back of my hand, but you don't know anything about me. In addition, it was a surprise attack, which caught the enemy off guard.
Of course, Bosch had also suffered a lot of casualties. The troops that surrounded Quanzhen Sect were almost wiped out. They had misjudged the situation, and after a round of bombardment, all of them rushed into the ruins to clean up the battlefield.
However, the Taoists of Quanzhen hid in the underground palace and escaped the bombardment of the mortars and armored missiles. They emerged from all directions and caught Bosch's troops off guard.
Only one-third of the employees escaped and guarded outside Quanzhen Sect, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
Overall, the casualties were bearable.
The chief of the think tank coughed. "Dharmaraja, if there are no accidents, we can wipe out the Bloodline Alliance before dawn. The price we have to pay won't be too high. It won't even be as heavy as the civil strife a month ago."
"That's a good thing, but you don't seem happy." Dharmaraja looked at him.
"Because it's too easy." The chief sighed. "Although it's a bit cheap to say this, an easy victory makes people feel uneasy."
Dharmaraja frowned.
"You mean they still have a backup plan?"
"I'm not sure.
However, we have investigated the various sects and family clans over the past few days and did not discover any Ancient Fey factions lurking in the shadows. In theory, this battle should be in the bag, "the chief replied." But Law King, don't you think it's too simple? "
Dharmaraja nodded.
Even though Bosch had the advantage of being an official organization and had a firm control over the Bloodline Alliance's power and had sufficient deployment. Victory seemed to be a given.
But these were Sovereigns. Were they really that easy to deal with?
"From now on, have the frontline employees report the situation every ten minutes. The reserve team on the periphery patrolled well, not allowing anyone to leave or get close to the battlefield. Cut off the electricity and internet in the areas where the sects and bloodline families are located. "
"Strengthen the surveillance of the neutral forces. Count their numbers every hour. If more than ten people are absent, shoot their families. If more than twenty people are absent, bombard them with firepower."
After giving the order, Dharmaraja paused and asked, "Is there anything else to add?"
The advisor shook his head.
In addition to the main battlefield, Bosch also strictly monitored the neutral forces to prevent any 'secret' traitors. At the same time, they took measures to keep the surrounding areas confidential.
They cut off the internet and electricity to try their best to cover up the smoke and prevent it from appearing in the public's eyes.
Fortunately, apart from a few bloodline families, the various sects' bases were in the Blessed Enclave, and there would be no tourists at night.
The purpose of reporting the situation every ten minutes was to prevent the Sovereigns from destroying the whole team and Bosch from reacting in time.
However, what was surprising was that the Sovereigns did not seem to have any intention of making a move. They adopted a cold attitude towards the forces that were roped in. They did not care about their survival.
Of course, it was still too early to come to this conclusion because the Bloodline Alliance had not been destroyed. No one could guarantee that the Sovereigns would not make a move later and reverse the situation.
True Word Sect.
The continuous mountain range stood silently in the night, and star-like lights dotted the top of the mountain and the mountainside.
At the foot of the mountain, a faint flame lit up. Following the steps, it moved towards the top of the mountain like a snail.
The Buddha head slowly climbed the mountain with a lantern. Beside him was Baker Richardson, who was wearing a windbreaker and had his blonde hair combed back.
"Is there a need?" Baker Richardson said.
He wanted to say that there was no need for the Buddha head to climb the mountain with a lantern, nor was there a need for him to personally clean up the sect. The war had already started, and the True Word Sect naturally had Bosch to clean up. There was no need for him, a Buddhist big shot, to personally come forward.
"Bosch does Bosch's thing, and I do my own thing." The Buddha head smiled and said in a gentle tone, "It's not easy to take down the True Word Sect. It's a great merit to be able to reduce the number of deaths."
"If you don't have a flashlight, I can lend it to you." President Baker said. He glanced at the Kusanagi sword on the back of the Buddha head. It was in a black sword sheath, and the cold light was restrained.
"Carrying a lantern is more in line with my temperament." The Buddha head refused his kindness.
Was this showing off his style?
Although the president from the United States was proficient in Chinese, the word "pretentious" was not in his vocabulary.
After the two of them walked for a while, Richardson suddenly asked, "Buddha head, if you had used your full strength back then, who would have lost and who would have won?"
He saw the Buddha head smiling and was about to speak, so he quickly added, "A monk does not lie."
The Buddha head thought for a moment, "It's the past eleven years ago. What's the point of repeating the same old story? We should look at the present and look to the future. "
Baker Richardson frowned and looked unwilling. The Buddha head did not answer directly, but it had already told him the answer.
"What about now?" Richardson asked again.
Back then, he had just mastered the Extreme Path Unique Art. Now that ten years had passed, whether it was his Qi, supernatural ability, or the enhancement of the Extreme Path Unique Art, they were all incomparable. On the other hand, the Buddha head was already more than ninety years old, and it was inevitable that his Qi and blood were declining.
The Buddha head was silent and did not answer.
Heh, why should I compete with an old man? Although we are in the same realm, we are not of the same generation. Among the people of the same generation, I am well-deserved to be invincible.
The mountain was steep, and the night wind brought the haze between the mountains. The two of them walked for more than half an hour and finally arrived at the gate of the True Word Sect. The street lamps on both sides of the steps shone with orange light. The first hall inside the gate was the Apothecary.
The surroundings were quiet. There were no monks guarding the door, nor were there any monks patrolling.
After passing through the Apothecary Hall and continuing up the steps, Baker Richardson looked around and frowned, "Something's wrong. There's not even a single person in such a big temple?"
As he rippled his mental power, he sniffed the smell in the air. He did not catch any living people, nor did he smell the smell of blood.
The Buddha head sighed, "There's no one here. They are naturally at the top of the mountain. They are waiting for us. "
"Have we been discovered?" Baker Richardson frowned.
"Among the forces that have left the Buddhist sects, only the True Word Sect and the Lushan Temple are the two super forces. It's normal for them to be on guard. " The Buddha head turned its head and glanced at him, "Contact the people in Bosch and ask if the True Word Sect has retreated in advance."
"There's no need to ask. Let's go straight to the top of the mountain to see what's going on." Baker Richardson felt that the Buddha head was treating him as a lackey. With a cold face, he lowered his head and climbed the mountain.
After a while, the Great Strength Hall appeared in their field of vision. They stepped onto the large platform outside the hall. There was a huge incense burner in the center of the platform, facing the open door of the hall.
Through the door of the hall, they saw a tall figure standing with his hands behind his back, facing the door of the hall and facing the Buddha.
It seemed to have sensed the approach of the two masters. It turned around, and its red eyes immediately lit up. "Buddha head, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Amitabha, I've been looking for you for a long time too." The Buddha head chanted in a low voice and threw the paper lantern into the incense burner.
The bright fire lit up, and the face of the Buddha head reflected a touch of red.
"Put down the Kusanagi sword and return to your Lianhua Temple. You can still die of old age. Otherwise, I'll kill you today and destroy the Lianhua Temple tomorrow. "Master Qing's voice, which could not be distinguished as a man or a woman, echoed in the darkness. It sounded strange and scary.
"Before you drag the Buddhist sects into the water, have you ever thought about giving me face?" The Buddha head's eyes glanced over Master Qing and fell on the tall and merciful Buddha statue wrapped in gold. "If you want the Kusanagi sword, then follow me. Don't destroy the peace of the Buddhist sects. "
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Master Qing sneered, raised his right arm, and suddenly clenched his fist.
Bang!
The statue of the Buddha head exploded, and its body was covered in cracks. The cracks quickly spread, and the nearly ten-meter-tall Buddha statue collapsed inch by inch.
Master Qing mocked, "The peace of the Buddhist sects? That's not it anymore."
The Buddha head paused.
"Amitabha."
In the deep voice of the Buddha, the Buddha head suddenly turned around, fluttering its kasaya, and struck out with its palm.
Golden light suddenly lit up between heaven and earth, and the golden palm was pushed out. At first, it was the size of a normal palm, but with every foot it pushed out, it grew ten feet taller. When it approached the Great Buddha's Hall, the Buddha's palm was more than a hundred feet tall.
The Great Buddha's Hall was torn apart like a piece of paper, and the Buddha's palm exploded, turning into a pure aura that swept in all directions. The ground was torn apart, and a strong wind blew at the top of the mountain. The forest shook, and there was a shrill whooshing sound.
Baker Richardson was shocked. Was the Buddha head blinded by anger, or was its aura so majestic that it was not afraid of squandering it?
Was this how a fight was fought?
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