Chapter 115: The terrifying number

busy……

From the moment the floating cannon fired the first round of volleys, Fang Mingwei began to be busy.

Although Fang Mingwei no longer needs to command the soul army personally after Douglas. But at this moment, Fang Mingwei was still busy and had no time to go around.

The reason is of course the soul that continues to arise in war.

The first round of volleys destroyed 30,000 warships of various types, including 3,000 Aubu-class warships comparable to Qingsong-class, plus hundreds of thousands of mechas.

In other words, Douglas had caused more than 30 million human deaths in an instant. And more importantly, these dead people are all good at level 6 strength.

Although this number cannot be compared with the number of deaths on the planet Srente, it seems to be a difference in the number of masters above level 6.

When Fang Mingwei's spiritual consciousness "looked", the air at this moment was not the endless beams of energy, but the white spots full of endless wailings.

Although it was not the first time that he had seen so many souls, Fang Mingwei could not help but shivered.

Although I saw so many souls on the planet Srente last time, those souls were not killed by themselves, so there was no psychological burden to absorb them. But this time it was different. The 30 million souls here can be said to be the result of Fang Mingwei's hands. If you want to absorb them all, you are really not very adaptable.

However, Fang Mingwei did not hesitate for long. He just took a deep breath and calmed down completely and began to absorb the endless energy through the little crown.

The whole process went very smoothly, without any emotional color. It seemed that at that moment, Fang Mingwei had abandoned all his feelings, leaving only a body with no feeling and mechanized control left.

Indeed, Fang Mingwei entered his consciousness into the realm of emptiness at that moment. Under this state, although Fang Mingwei knew what he did, he had a strange feeling of looking down on all living beings and being like a passerby. Even the negative emotions brought about by tens of millions of newly collected souls could not have any effect on him in any form.

While collecting scattered souls in the void, Fang Mingwei also injected these souls into the spare floating cannons.

Although there is no time to copy knowledge now, each of these people was a qualified soldier during their lifetime. Even a reserve crew member on the warship, at least a Level 6 or above who has undergone rigorous training and can be replaced at any time.

Therefore, when performing the simplest fool-like control of floating cannons, no soul feels overwhelmed.

Inadvertently, a confident smile spilled out of the corner of my mouth.

This is one of the reasons why Fang Mingwei was very fond of floating cannons from the beginning. It is not only because of the strong firepower and low price, but also because of its simple control. It can be said that as long as people who are not idiots or idiots in level 3, they can easily master the control method of this weapon. And how can those humans who can practice to level 6 or above be such stupid people?

Therefore, as long as the soul that can be produced and absorbed by Fang Mingwei, even if it is not trained, it can be easily started. Moreover, under the powerful pressure of Little Crown and Douglas, they have achieved unity and are much more disciplined than the real human army.

In the sky, countless floating cannons were smashed into pieces by energy beams, and the soul that had lost its carrier floated in the air again.

A huge suction force pulled them into a mysterious place, and together with the newly recruited souls, they entered a new floating cannon, and rose up in the sky with fire.

Although these floating guns only emit energy to ten death beams, most of them will not even have three launch opportunities to be destroyed again.

But even so, these souls are fighting more and more, and the floating cannons that fall in half of the planet will never rise.

50 million, 60 million, 80 million, 100 million...

When the 800 millionth floating cannon was destroyed, the number of floating cannons in the entire sky had reached an unprecedented 45 million.

Although on the surface, floating cannons are still under a defensive state, and the territory they can control is getting smaller and smaller. However, only the many human elites who are struggling on the front line know that the pressure they are under is increasing, and it has even reached a point that is difficult to maintain.

The firepower of the Wubang family has reached the limit that humans can exert in the sixth-level civilized country. Everyone’s nerves are highly tense, and everyone’s spirit is extremely excited.

Seeing his army constantly achieving oppressive victory, Feng's face was no longer covered with blood.

"Old Elder, the Seventh Fleet requests support..."

"Old Elder, the Third Fleet requests support..."

"Old Elder..."

Feng's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of splendor, and he asked sternly: "How many more are our reserve troops?"

"There are only twenty Mlang-class warships and five hundred Aubu-class warships." Mary said without hesitation. As the adjutant of the fleet, she knew her troops well.

Feng's eyes closed slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and he forced himself to hold back the tears that were about to shed.

Perhaps when he was young, he was a strict commander who only looked at the results and not the process, but now he is old.

"Order……"

Everyone around him straightened his back at the same time, and everyone thought that the old coach in the family would issue orders to attack with all his might.

"Order all fleets to leave the war zone immediately and move closer to the temporary spaceport."

The sound of breathing in the cabin was suddenly suffocated. At this moment, everyone subconsciously held their own breathing.

This command seems to be very different from what they imagined.

"Old Elder, our troops have suppressed them all, and it is obvious that victory is in sight." A young general shouted loudly.

Feng looked up and opened his eyes. The seemingly old eyes showed a strong murderous intent.

His old body seemed to turn into a breeze in an instant, and he came to the young general who was speaking at a ghostly speed.

No one saw his move, everyone just heard a tragic cry, and then the young general who spoke up to retort had disappeared.

Yes, he had completely disappeared. At this moment, there was a red blood rain at his position just now. He had been chopped into a ball of meat by Elder Feng using a shortened version of the laser sword of high energy.

Feng turned his head and everyone who looked at him coldly would feel a bone-broken cold air that instantly filled his whole body.

"I am the commander and execute the orders."

There was no angry roar, no harsh condemnation, but just a faint sentence, and everyone began to take action.

The orders of retreat were conveyed at the first time. All the soldiers and soldiers who were struggling on the front line made the choice to obey the order, regardless of whether they understood the meaning of this order.

This is the elite child cultivated by the Wubang family for tens of thousands of years, so it was executed without hesitation the moment it received the order.

However, their unexpected retreat also brought almost devastating disaster to their troops.

The numerous floating cannons, which seemed to be in chaos and seemed to have no power to fight back under the powerful attack of the enemy, suddenly changed.

Although their flight speed cannot be compared with the maximum speed of the spacecraft, as long as they do not fly out of their firepower range, the power of countless floating cannons is enough to make the world lose its color.

In the shortest time, all floating cannons emit energy beams as much as possible in the direction of the enemy's escape.

Under several rounds of volleys, all the troops responsible for cover were eliminated, and even a large number of the slightly slower warships suffered a catastrophe.

When all the battleships that survived by chance escaped from the range of floating cannons, the elite fleet of the legion-level Ubang family had already lost 7-tenths of its personnel.

No one spoke, except for the continuous issuance of orders, the survivors executed like mechanically, and there was no sound.

After several hours of flight, they finally returned to the temporary spaceport.

This huge building could have been for the renovation of most legion-class fleets. Before setting off, there was a lot of crowds of people here, but at this moment, even if all the spacecraft entered the port, it seemed cold and terrifying.

All the second-generation elders of the family retreated, leaving Mary alone to stay by Feng's side.

Her eyes were filled with tears that had not shedded, and she asked softly: "Elder Feng, why did you issue such an order?"

“Because we lost.”

"We didn't lose, they were completely suppressed by us, just add another force..."

"How many times have you said this? You said this from the beginning of the war, but we have never had a chance to achieve it." Feng sighed softly and said, "You are the elite among the younger generations of the family, so have you ever remembered that there have been any changes in their floating cannons?"

Mary was stunned and shook her head blankly.

"Count." Feng's voice was filled with a terrifying tremor: "Their number has been increasing, and they are fighting more and more..."
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