Full-time Creation Master

Each of these three teams has its own trump card: an energy shield whose principle Chu Ming doesn't yet know!

Hydra has kept this technology very well hidden!

Each warrior's power armor had six-pointed star-shaped energy conduits blooming on his shoulder, making him look just like the TM Ghost!

The tactical green light in each armor's viewport flashes three times in sync; that's the identification signal for accessing the mothership's fire control system.

When the soldier knelt down to adjust the particle recombination cannon, the fluid seeping from the joints of the armor was not hydraulic oil.

Instead, the liquid metal used to lubricate the superconducting bearings condenses into miniature mirrors on the deck, reflecting the rising and falling trajectory of the miniature missile launch pods.

When they activated the "Synchronous Impact" formation, the energy fields of the three thousand suits of armor instantly coupled, forming a green force field dome with a diameter of 100 meters above the deck.

This protective stance can withstand even the Holy Technique - Demon-Slaying Sword (Light-type Super-tier), Lava Gate Diagram - Red Waterfall (Fire-type Super-tier), and Thunder Ring Punishment - Heaven and Earth Annihilation Diagram (Thunder-type Super-tier). It can even shatter the most powerful and expensive missile currently manufactured into fluorescent powder.

Because the sky does not belong to humans, and because the fundamental rules of the world have changed, firearms exist in the magical plane, but they are expensive to manufacture (for example, grenades must be mixed with bone meal from electric rats).

The most powerful firearms currently available are short-range missiles (they simply cannot hit the target at a distance and will be detonated midway for various reasons).

Not only is it extremely expensive to build, but it also has very low cost-effectiveness!

Therefore, the Fifth Legion is also known within S.H.I.E.L.D. as the Steel Legion or the Spider Lily Legion.

There are too many people vying for the title of Death Legion, so it can't be assigned!

Chu Ming, the highest-ranking officer, once blurted out the name "Astartes," which won the unanimous agreement of everyone present!

But for some reason, Chu Ming put it aside!

.........

A Kree battleship!

The main guns have stopped working due to the damage to the power lines, and sparks occasionally fly inside the massive warship!

"Synchronous attack formation locked!"

Mark I, leading Team A, breaches the port side!

Captain Karl's hoarse voice was tinged with blood, and the static from the tactical channel cut through every word.

Because there were many white faces in the Fourth Army Corps, and because there were many people with the name Mark, they were distinguished by being number one, number two, number three, etc.

LV4 Agent Jason stared at the force field parameters fluctuating on his helmet screen, the green flames spewing from the six-pointed star conduit reflecting in his pupils—a death constellation formed by the life signals of a hundred comrades.

"Captain Carl, Mark's squad has been completely wiped out. The enemy commander on the front lines is exceptionally strong, possibly reaching the level of an invincible commander!"

He heard his own voice trembling, but he still pushed the safety of the bomb gun into the automatic fire mode.

The precise injection of adrenaline made him oblivious to fear, even though more than 100 legionmen had already died in this port side passage!

"A barrage of explosives!"

The Crees are charging in!

Lina, suppress the right artillery position!

As Private Davis pulled the trigger, he remembered the lucky coin his wife had given him before he left.

Amidst the whistling of the cone-shaped projectile tearing through the air, he saw Sergeant Wilson's observation window covered in blood: "Damn it! Kree blood frozen on the glass!"

Wilson's roar was laced with sobs, and hot metal shards mixed with purple blood splattered on his mask, forming ice flowers that looked just like the strawberry jam his daughter had drawn.

Each time LV4 Chen fired the bomb gun, he counted the magazine marks—287 rounds, 288 rounds. When the runes on the gun body lit up with the 290th bloody light, he saw the spines of the Kree soldiers who came up with guns and swords fly into the ventilation duct like broken chopsticks.

"Heat bombs ready! Mike, clear the way! I'm going to blast those sons of bitches to smithereens with (Stage 5) reel (Commander-class, power level)!"

The moment Li unsheathed his molten sword, he remembered the ribs that had been broken by his instructor during basic training.

In the pale purple smoke, he heard the screams of Kree soldiers echoing between the metal bulkheads, but he couldn't tell whether it was pain or fear.

But it shouldn't be fear, right?

Those arrogant big guys don't know what fear is.

As Wang Bing used his sword to hold the blast door shut, hydraulic oil sprayed onto his armored arm, hissing as it went: "Karl! The door's closing!"

He roared as he turned around and saw three Kree soldiers charging at him with energy axes. The light reflected from the axe blades illuminated the cracks in his mask—the result of the dying blow from the second enemy he had killed!

"Hold on, Wang Bing!"

While fighting the two minor Kree commanders, the commander shouted sternly.

After all, it was an enemy operation, and they had no advantage in terrain.

Once the momentum of the charge is contained, we must find a way to guard every passage!

"Cut them down! Green, protect the flanks!"

When Sergeant Zhang's chainsaw sword tore through the Kree breastplate, the sound of the saw teeth scraping against the bone reminded him of the chainsaws in the slaughterhouse back home.

He caught the blue blood spurting from the dying Kree, the blood spreading across the entire mech like paint.

"Green? Green!"

He roared and turned around, only to see Private Green's head half embedded in the bulkhead, his brain matter mixed with red blood congealing into small spheres in the microgravity environment, like a bunch of punctured grapes.

As Private Zhao kicked away the explosive rifle, he remembered the amulet his father had given him before his death.

The ultrasonic waves from the high-frequency vibrating sword made his teeth ache. When he cleaved through the Kree's shoulder armor, he saw his own distorted face reflected in the other's view—his eyeballs were bloodshot from the rupture of his pressure suit, like two ripe cherries.

" Oh shit!"

He roared and slashed repeatedly until the Kree's upper body was shattered into pieces, his spine hanging precariously from the broken end. Only then did he realize that his left hand had been severed by the energy axe, and the electronic nerves at the break point were twitching like red wires.

The instant the black stinger grazed the Kree soldier's arm, he saw the man's fingers carbonize and break off in 0.5 seconds, like a tree branch that had been burned.

Even more terrifying was the heavily armored Kree: as the green venom seeped into the cockpit, he saw through the window that the pilot's eyeballs were melting, and red slurry was flowing down the seat grooves, coalescing into a trembling blood sphere in zero gravity.

"Hannah! Get out of the way!"

He roared and lunged forward, only to see Hannah's helmet pierced by an energy beam, creating a huge crater, with brain matter mixed with red blood spraying onto his mask.

"Activate your personal force field! Pete, calibrate the frequency!"

When Wang Bing's shield was hit by the ion beam, he heard his ribs cracking.

It's definitely a fracture!

Ripples like an oil film spread across the surface of the green light shield. He watched as the antimagnetic fibers adjusted their direction in 0.1 seconds, and the patterns on his right leg armor were burned into charred grooves, revealing the bleeding muscles inside.

"Oh, damn it!"

"Pete? Where's Pete?"

He asked, panting, but only heard a static sound coming from the tactical channel—Pete's life signal had turned into a straight line three seconds ago.

"The enemy stronghold has been breached, repeated, and has been broken through! The invincible Kree commander is dead!"

"But there are only 23 Level 3 reels left!"

"First team, launch the charge! Second team, support the company commander and take care of those two Kree commanders! Third team, cover the rear and destroy the warships!"

"Particle Recombination Cannon charging! Wayne, lock onto the core!"

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