NOVEL NEXT Chapter 557 It's not that I don't want to, but that my ability doesn't allow it
The light wings vibrated, Russell made a detour to avoid the dense covering firepower, and made a big bend to fly to the battleship group in low earth orbit.
When flying into the atmosphere, Russell propped up an energy barrier to isolate the external pressure, and entered the deep space universe unharmed.
The power of an angel is the energy that can be called a panacea. It can be used to output and kill enemies, and it can also be used for healing and self-help. It also carries sacred attributes, and its output against dark creatures is doubled. The most important point is that in the world with a western background, using the birdman's identity as a pretense is almost invincible, and everyone has to give him a little face.
Because it was too bright, Russell was quickly scanned and located by the battleship radar, and the muzzles of the pitch-black guns were turned around, and the firepower was overturned.
The plan to sneak into the village failed, so he had to force his way through the barrier. With his powerful mobility, he let the opponent's cannon attack like a mosquito and returned in vain.
Russell's target was the outermost battleship on the left side of the battleship group. Hijacking a battleship with a length of several kilometers was difficult, and he couldn't drive it alone. Coupled with the federation's iron-blooded style, it is unrealistic for the captain to be captured voluntarily, so his goal is a smaller rescue transport aircraft.
Fast speed, self-defense firepower, and the ability to drive independently for interstellar shuttles are the main reasons why Russell fell in love with it.
When the Federation withdrew its tough troops, Russell had seen this model. It was boxy like a coffin, which did not conform to his perception of spaceships. It had a subtle feeling that it would disintegrate in the atmosphere.
Don't worry about the details, the landing pods of the Federation's million-strong army are also in this style, and no one should die.
boom! boom! boom! boom----
Beams of laser light passed under his feet, the flanking firepower of the battleship group was insufficient, and Russell was far behind in terms of flexibility, so the pale covering blow seemed extremely blind under his evasion, like a random fight .
It didn't take long for Russell to get close to the target, condense the long sword of holy light, and manually opened a door on the battleship's hull.
Out of humanitarianism, he welded the original place to death with holy flames after he entered the door. The scar was not aesthetically pleasing, but it was stronger than a big hole that leaked air.
There is absolutely no need for him to do this. The star warship is a mobile fortress in the sky. When it is designed and built, there are defensive measures to deal with damage to the hull. The pressure gate that isolates the vacuum can effectively prevent secondary damage. There will be no absurdity of killing a warship with a single missile. event.
Russell had landed on a battleship before, knew its layout well, and quickly walked towards the inner apron, noticing the surveillance overhead.
Without him, float away!
When Russell opened the hole, the battleship triggered an alarm, and the captain issued a martial law order to kill the illegal armed personnel who entered the battleship on the spot.
Russell waved the long sword of light, violently cut through the gates, and entered the tarmac within two minutes. He was greeted by fifty motorized infantrymen with live ammunition.
The pitch-black muzzles were divided into four rows, and the corporal commanding the battle swallowed hard when he saw Russell appearing, and said harshly, "Intruders, put down the weapons in your hands, the Federation gives preferential treatment to prisoners."
Russell glanced at the long sword of holy light in his hand, loosened his five fingers and let it stick upside down on the metal ground, with the wings of light behind him spread out, as if an angel descended, and said with a smile: "In 1780, the gates of hell opened wide, Asmodeus, the king of hell, led the army of hell to invade the world, and I fought side by side with Archangel Gabriel to destroy the invading army of hell and drive Asmodeus back to hell."
Gudoo! xN
After a series of swallowing sounds,
The soldiers of the mobile unit were a little guilty, and the corporal stammered, "You... what do you want to say?"
Russell said seriously: "How can I say that I am also a religious believer. Without me, there would be no human beings today. Is it really okay to point a gun at me?"
After a moment of dead silence, the soldiers of the mobile unit fell into hesitation, but soldiers took it as their bounden duty to obey orders. They did not put down their guns, and turned their attention to the person with the highest rank present, that is, the corporal.
The corporal is under a lot of pressure. He is a small captain. He is equivalent to high-level cannon fodder when he gets off the battleship. Let him make the decision, and he is not qualified to do so!
At this time, the monitoring equipment next to the wall cast a 3D stereoscopic projection, and the captain in the control room showed up. A male soldier in his fifties, half of his face was scarred, and he was not the type to talk to at first glance.
"Put away your deceptive lies. You and I both know that religion is just belief, and myth is just myth. There is neither heaven nor hell in this world." The captain directly denied Russell's identity as soon as he opened his mouth.
Russell shrugged and threatened: "Mr. Captain, there is a price to be paid for nonsense. Can you be responsible for the lives of all the soldiers on the ship?"
"I am only responsible to the Federation!"
Russell raised his hand to hold the hilt of the Holy Light sword: "Very well, I appreciate a tough guy like you, I hope you can be tough to the end..."
"Fire!"
With the captain's order, fifty mobile infantrymen pulled the trigger, and a rain of metal bullets rained down, sweeping out thousands of rounds in the blink of an eye.
Buzz buzz! !
An invisible light curtain opened in front of Russell, and thousands of stirrup-yellow warheads stood still in the air, turning into wisps of white smoke under the white holy flame.
The soldiers were a little dumbfounded, and the captain in the projection also jumped his eyelids. At this moment, the siren of the battleship suddenly exploded, and the long sword of holy light held by Russell extended infinitely, piercing through layers of steel, and stabbed under the battleship. a hole.
He smiled slightly at the captain in the projection, slowly raised his hand and slashed the holy light sword to the right. The hard steel was like butter, and was easily cut by the holy light long sword.
It is conceivable that Russell's right hand circled around, and the battleship would be cut in half.
"Wait a minute!"
The captain finally couldn't help but said: "I will be responsible for the lives of the soldiers, what do you want?"
Russell stopped with a smile and pointed to the transport plane next to him. The captain did not object because the objection was invalid. He ordered the corporal to leave the tarmac with the mobile unit soldiers, and personally unlocked the safety lock of a transport plane, handing it over to Russell.
After the negotiation was successful, Russell waved to Captain Zhenxiang, and drove away in the transport plane.
He didn't intend to kill them all. After all, there are grievances and debtors. The captain and soldiers are just doing their jobs, and the ones who should be killed should be the top leaders of the Federation.
But what did the top federal officials do wrong?
The ass decides the head, and from the interests of all mankind, what they do is understandable.
Therefore, there are only successful people in the world, and there are no successful good people. Everyone has different interests, so don’t blame anyone for not being human!
Of course, it is not impossible to be successful and to be a good person, as long as the ability is great enough to make everyone happy.
For example, Russell, he has always wanted to be a capable person, and for this reason, he has made great efforts and struggled endlessly. But now he is not capable enough to make everyone happy, so he is generally irresponsible.
Russell nodded: "It's too sad. It's not that I don't want to, but that my ability doesn't allow it!"
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