After determining the purpose of the attack, how should the plan be arranged? He thought it would be another round of wrangling. Unexpectedly, the discussion of the robots this time was as fast as the previous decision.
The attack plan was very simple. In order to celebrate the arrival of a new era, the robot race decided to put on a grand fireworks show that had never been done before and would never be done in the future. Of course, it was not in the sky, but in the gem pit, using live bullets and high-power plasma streams.
This was the rhythm of blowing up the gem people into the sky! Who knew how long this resentment had been accumulated. No one stood in the position of the gem pit or cared about the fact that they were once earth elemental creatures. In short, this battle would be another different experimental war after the war against the iron wall.
To deal with the iron wall, the robots chose to focus on hand-to-hand combat. If it were not for the appearance of the Lord of the Iron Wall being too flashy, and the fact that it floated in the air foolishly, becoming a fairly obvious target for focus fire, most of the robots would not have the chance to use the main cannon. Even if they had the chance to fight, it would be doubtful.
But this time, to deal with the gem pit, long-range attacks would be the main focus. Therefore, the range of the robots' main cannon became the most important key. The shorter the range, the closer they would be to the gem pit, and the longer the range. Of course, they would be arranged to be as far away as possible from the limit of the range.
The number of mechs that had gathered here to celebrate was not just the number of elites that had come out. Instead, the robots of the entire world had gathered to make a 'pilgrimage' to the gem pit, ready to send off the last journey of their dreams.
Apart from the gem palace group, there were robots standing in all the places that could be seen. Until the end of the horizon, there was not a single gray surface of the ground. Even in places that could not be seen, there were still robots standing. Everyone was rubbing shoulders and standing densely.
It was precisely because they were standing so densely that every movement of the robots was a major event that would affect the whole body. All the mechs had to have a corresponding position so that things like pushing and blocking would not happen. Fortunately, the robots' movements could be commanded by the tactical platform. After everyone received orders, they could also move seamlessly.
And they were adjusting the positions of their guns according to the range of their main cannons. Looking at the real scene on the imaginary number, the movements of the robots on the ground were more orderly than any ant army Lin had ever seen. Perhaps people with trypophobia would feel their scalps tingle when they saw it, but Lin thought of another thing. He asked:
'Have you ever considered the root of all spirits? That should be the place where the Spirit of Mother Earth exists. '
It didn't matter if it was a railgun or a plasma cannon. Under the control of the robot, it wouldn't be a problem to hit accurately. However, when the number of cannons exceeded a certain level, the range of Precision Strike would uncontrollably expand. For example, the aftershock of the explosion, the superimposed energy, and so on would cause a lot of uncontrollable additional damage, which would hurt things other than the target.
However, in response to a certain mage's concern, the mechs simply replied, 'Since they're all within range of the cannons, of course we'll destroy them together.'
Lin, who had always been lazy and indifferent, now changed his gaze to a sharp one. He stared at the leader level robot who had answered and said, "Don't tell me you have forgotten your promise to me."
Even though Lin didn't have any domineering aura and wouldn't release any special aura. However, it was definitely not a good thing for a mage who had once smashed the head of the Lord of the Iron Wall's Vulcan to stare at him with such a murderous gaze. Although his legs didn't go soft, he still explained.
'Mage, you've already created the best replacement, haven't you? Therefore, destroying the All Spirits Root and transferring the power of the Spirit of Mother Earth to the Fire Seed will be more beneficial to you than keeping that piece of land. '
'Is that so?' Lin softened his gaze and looked at the other robots. Those who were less courageous hurriedly nodded in agreement. Lin then rubbed his stubbled chin and said thoughtfully, 'So that's really the case.'
Lin had thought about this possibility at the very beginning. However, when this ideal idea was realized, it was still very surprising. Since the thing he was most worried about was solved, he didn't have any intention of continuing to interfere with the robot's tactical discussion. He took a step back and expressed his own thoughts, while his attention was also placed on the miniature realistic scene.
Seeing that the troublesome person beside them had been successfully appeased, the robots put all their attention on the follow-up arrangements. Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
Although all the robots were equipped with artillery, the main characters of the artillery battle were still the warships floating in the air. This was because the caliber of their main cannons was not something that the small water guns that the robots could carry away could compare to.
Therefore, when the robots arranged the troops on the ground, they didn't deliberately pick out the robots specialized in artillery and concentrated them in a specific position. The movements were also as simple as possible. They only wanted the largest number of robots to be able to fire at the same time and be able to exert the greatest power. This was also because in the calculation, at least 50% of the robots would be forced to be outside the range. After all, there were too many people.
If such an arrangement was arranged by humans and commanded by human armies, it might not be possible to locate the position in one or two years. It was more likely that they would move while fighting, and if they moved too much, it would cause the plan to be modified. However, in the hands of the robots, they only used one round of sunrise and sunset to complete the deployment. They didn't give the enemy much time to react.
During the process of arranging, it wasn't that the people of the Gem Pit didn't think of coming out to harass them. They did do so.
However, the robots didn't give them a chance at all. Whoever dared to come out, they would blast them back with the cannons! If they were stubborn and kept walking, then there would be no discussion and they would be directly blasted to smithereens. Anyway, the other party didn't look like they were coming out to negotiate. Since they were causing trouble, then they would just kill them directly.
The robots no longer made any movements on the side of the Gem Pit, and the side of the Gem Pit also fell into a deeper silence. The pressure from magic also slowly increased. The atmosphere before a storm was heavy, and the robots also felt the almost suffocating sense of oppression.
In a world without air, when the direct light of the stars fell below the horizon, there naturally wouldn't be a phenomenon of refraction within the atmosphere. There was also no so-called dusk, and the whole world fell into darkness in an instant.
However, what was interesting was that the temperature in the Elemental Plane of Earth was the same whether it was day or night. It wasn't like the extreme temperature of the deserts on Earth where it was hot during the day and cold at night. In other words, there was no phenomenon of "temperature" in this world. Was this because this wasn't the Elemental Plane of Fire? Someone guessed in his heart.
The arrival of night also seemed to be the beginning of some kind of signal. In the fleet of warships in the air, the vanguard warship that stopped at the forefront fired the first tracer bullet, which exploded on the magic barrier outside the Gem Pit. There were no flames or smoke of the explosion. Instead, it was really like fireworks. The exploding tracer bullet turned into little sparks that scattered in all directions. It was a beautiful sight.
However, the sparks from the explosion of a single tracer bullet were more dazzling than the intensive bombardment that followed. The spacious palace complex allowed the robots to fire more live ammunition per unit of time without having to worry about interfering with each other. The plasma cannons fired thousands of rounds, and then thousands of rounds, rendering the whole sky blue and white electric light intertwined.
To celebrate the end of an era, to welcome the arrival of an era, the final grand fireworks show at the end of an era unfolded.
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