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Meanwhile, on the other side.

When the last rocket exploded in vain in the distance, the steel rain that once covered the sky finally stopped.

On the battlefield, except for the lingering smoke and the repeatedly plowed and scorched land, everything returned to an eerie calm.

The stone hanging in the hearts of all the "Apocalypse" tank crew members finally fell to the ground.

After a brief silence, a thunderous cheer filled with surviving a disaster and extreme contempt suddenly erupted in the encrypted communication channel.

"Oh yeah! Stop! They're out of ammo!"

"Hahaha! I told you! What else can these groundhogs do besides throwing rocks from a distance?"

"Look at their pathetic position! Those Type 99A tanks now look like a pile of unwanted scrap metal! I really want to drive over right now and blow them to the sky with one shot!"

Ridicule and foul language flowed freely in the channel.

The last trace of vigilance that existed just now has now disappeared.

They were complacent and arrogant, as if they were the triumphant Roman legion, and the Dragon soldiers on the opposite side who were ready to fight to the death were just lambs to be slaughtered.

Everyone was immersed in this arrogant frenzy. They looked at the Dragon Kingdom's position in the distance with eyes full of mockery and cruelty, completely lacking the slightest awe that should be shown when facing an opponent of the same level.

In their view, the battle was over, and what followed was just a one-sided, enjoyable "hunt."

"Hey, Morris! My Commander!"

That arrogant ace captain James once again publicly named names in the channel, his tone full of boasting and pride.

"See what I said? Our 'Apocalypse' is invincible! Those poor creatures' tickle attacks aren't even enough to recharge our shields! Now, you have nothing to say, right?"

Inside the command vehicle, Captain Morris looked at the unharmed units on the tactical screen, then looked at the Dragon Country tank cluster in the distance that was on high alert and exuding a tragic atmosphere, and fell into a long silence.

The uneasiness caused by his military intuition seemed ridiculous and unnecessary in the face of the ironclad facts.

Maybe... I'm really overthinking it?

In the face of such absolute power, any strategy and courage are meaningless...

He sighed slowly and finally gave up his insignificant persistence.

"It seems... you are right, James."

There was a hint of helplessness and relief in his voice, "I was too cautious."

"Hahaha! I'm glad you admit it!" James laughed.

Morris ignored his ridicule. He picked up the communicator and gave the order that should have been given long ago but he had delayed it for a long time.

"All units!" His voice echoed throughout the entire tank cluster. "Attack on all fronts! Attack at top speed and break through their defenses! End this boring war!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!!"

“Crush them!!”

"Let the Dragon people taste the wrath of 'Apocalypse'!"

The order was given, just like pouring a bucket of cold water into boiling oil, and the entire communication channel instantly boiled over!

All the crew members cheered, roared, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Hundreds of heavy "Apocalypse" tanks, like prehistoric beasts that have escaped from a cage, took heavy steps, their tracks spinning wildly, stirring up clouds of dust, and with the momentum to crush everything, they launched a final, destructive charge towards the Dragon Kingdom's defense line!

They could already imagine that in a few minutes, those fragile 99A tanks would be torn into pieces like paper under the bombardment of their own twin 155mm main guns.

They could already imagine the ugly sight of the Dragon Country soldiers fleeing in fear and despair in the face of the steel torrent.

Victory is already in the bag.

However, just when this fanatical atmosphere reached its peak.

Just as the "Phoenix" took the lead and rushed to the front of the entire array, James was humming a little tune, preparing to add another glorious achievement to his record today.

A change occurred.

One light.

A blue light that was difficult to describe in any words, extremely pure and extremely fast, suddenly shot out from the distant horizon without any warning!

The blue light appeared so suddenly and so quickly.

There was no sound, no omen, as if God used a blue brush to casually draw an absolutely straight line that ran through the sky and the earth on the gray battlefield canvas.

Its speed exceeds the speed of sound and the reaction limit of human visual nerves.

Almost at the same moment it appeared, it had already crossed a distance of several kilometers and accurately hit the "Phoenix" that was in the front.

At this moment, time seemed to be forced into slow motion.

Everyone present, whether through periscopes or with their own eyes, witnessed the most shocking and absurd scene of their lives.

The reactive armor that the Phoenix was proud of and was thought to be indestructible was like a fragile soap bubble in front of the slender blue light.

It was pierced through easily and silently without even causing a ripple.

Immediately afterwards, the blue light penetrated the thick front armor of the Phoenix.

then……

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no blazing flames shooting up into the sky.

The "Phoenix", the king of land warfare weighing hundreds of tons and built with the most advanced technology, is like a precise model built of countless building blocks that has been hit by a huge force.

Starting from the point where the blue light hit, fine cracks spread across the entire tank like a spider web at a speed that violated the laws of physics.

The turret, body, tracks, gun barrel... all the parts and structures lost their connection with each other at the same time.

The next moment, with the huge inertia of its forward movement, the "Phoenix"... disintegrated.

It was like a bag of biscuits that exploded in mid-air, breaking into thousands of broken and twisted metal parts of various sizes, which scattered all over the ground.

James, the ace captain who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, and his equally confident crew members didn't even have time to let out a scream. In this instant of decomposition, they and their vehicles were turned into an unrecognizable mixture of flesh, blood, and steel.

After piercing through and disintegrating the "Phoenix", the deadly blue beam of light did not seem to lose any of its power. It continued forward and accurately hit the second "Apocalypse" tank behind it.

The same process is happening again.

The shield shattered like paper and the car body disintegrated like a building block.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

That blue light, like the merciless thread in the hands of the god of death, pierced seven crystal clear "candied haws" cleanly and continuously in the wedge-shaped array of the "Apocalypse" tanks in a straight trajectory!

It was not until this moment that the incredibly fast blue light finally dissipated.

And a dull and extremely slow "BOOM!!!!!!" sound, like an ancient giant beating a war drum, finally reached everyone's ears, making their eardrums buzz and their internal organs seem to shift.

The entire battlefield fell into a suffocating silence, as if death had descended.

Everyone was stunned.

All the "Apocalypse" tanks that were charging were forced to brake suddenly and stop in place as if they were under a spell.

The cheers and jeers that were boisterous in the channel just now disappeared without a trace.

All that was left was the rapid and chaotic breathing and the "hissing" noise of electricity.

Everyone stared blankly ahead with their eyes wide open.

Looking at the straight road of death composed of seven piles of smoking, burning, broken parts that were completely unrecognizable.

Their throats were dry and their minds were blank.

Ecstasy? Sarcasm? Confidence?

All the emotions were crushed to pieces by that incredible blue light, leaving not even a trace of residue.

Instead, there was a kind of coldness and fear that went from the soles of the feet to the top of the head and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Then...what is that?

What just... happened?

James...he...they...are...just...gone?

Captain Morris sat blankly in the command vehicle, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the control panel, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

His mouth opened unconsciously, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip due to extreme shock.

He couldn't remember anything. All that remained in his mind was that incomprehensibly fast blue light, like a divine punishment...