The light wings vibrated, Russell took a roundabout way to avoid the dense covering fire, and spared a large turn to fly towards the battleship group in low-Earth orbit.
When flying into the atmosphere, Russell propped up an energy barrier to isolate external pressure and entered the deep space unscathed.
The power of angels is a kind of energy that can be called a panacea. It can be used to kill enemies with output, and can also be used to heal and save oneself. It also carries sacred attributes and doubles the output against dark creatures. The most important point is that in a world with a Western background, using the identity of a birdman to show off is almost always unfavorable, and everyone has to give him some slack.
Because it was too bright, Russell was quickly scanned and located by the warship radar. The dark muzzles of the guns turned around and the firepower poured down.
His plan to sneak into the village failed and he had no choice but to force his way through. With his powerful maneuverability, he made the enemy's cannon attack in vain.
Russell's target was the outermost battleship on the left side of the battleship group. It was difficult to hijack a battleship several kilometers in length. He could not drive it alone. Coupled with the federation's iron-blooded style, it was unrealistic for the captain to be captured voluntarily, so his target was a smaller rescue transport aircraft.
It is fast, has self-defense firepower, and can be driven independently by one person for interstellar travel. These are the main reasons why Russell likes it.
When the Federation evacuated the hard-core troops, Russell had seen this model. It was boxy and coffin-like, which did not fit with his understanding of spaceships. It had a subtle feeling that it would disintegrate in the atmosphere.
There is no need to worry about the details. The landing cabin of the Federation's million-strong army is also of this style, so no one should die.
boom! boom! boom! boom----
Beams of lasers flashed past his feet. The battleship group's flanks lacked firepower, and Russell was far behind in terms of agility. Therefore, the pale covering blows looked extremely blind under his avoidance, like a random attack. .
It didn't take long for Russell to get close to the target, condense the Holy Light Sword, and manually open a door on the battleship's hull.
Out of humanitarianism, he welded the original position with holy flames after entering the door. The scar had no beauty at all, but it was better than the big hole leaking air.
There is absolutely no need for him to do this. Star warships are mobile fortresses in the sky. They are designed and constructed with 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 absurd situation of killing a warship with one missile. event.
Russell had landed on a battleship before and was familiar with its layout. He quickly walked towards the internal apron and didn't pay attention to the surveillance overhead.
Without him, it would be floating!
When Russell opened the hole, the warship triggered an alarm, and the captain issued a martial law order to kill illegal armed personnel who entered the warship on the spot.
Russell wielded the Holy Light Sword and violently cut through the gates. Within two minutes, he entered the apron. What greeted him were fifty mobile infantrymen with live ammunition.
The pitch-black muzzles were divided into four rows and set up. When the corporal in command saw Russell's appearance, he swallowed hard and said sternly: "Intruder, put down the weapon in your hand. The Federation treats prisoners preferentially."
Russell glanced at the holy light sword in his hand, loosened his fingers and let it stick upside down on the metal ground. The wings of light spread out behind him, as if an angel had descended. He said with a smile: "In 1780, the gates of hell were wide open. The King of Hell, Asmodeus, led the army of hell to invade the human world. I fought side by side with the Archangel Gabriel to destroy the invading army of hell and drive Asmodeus back to hell."
Gudu! xN
After a series of swallowing sounds, the soldiers in the mobile unit felt a little guilty. The corporal stammered: "You... what do you want to say?"
Russell said seriously: "After all, I am a religious person. Without me, there would be no human beings today. Is it really okay to point a gun at me?"
After a period of dead silence, the soldiers in the mobile unit hesitated, but soldiers had a bounden duty to obey orders. They did not put down their guns, and each of them 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 just a squad leader. When he gets off the battleship, he is like a senior cannon fodder. If he is asked to make a decision, he is not qualified!
At this time, the monitoring equipment next to the wall cast a 3D stereoscopic projection, and the captain from the control room appeared. He was a male soldier in his fifties. Half of his face was scarred and he was not the type to talk easily.
"Stop your lies. You and I both know that religion is just belief and mythology is just mythology. There is no heaven or 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 pay for talking 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 and grasped the hilt of the Holy Light Sword: "Very good, I appreciate a tough guy like you, and I hope you can be tough to the end..."
"Fire!"
The captain gave an order, and fifty motorized infantrymen pulled the triggers. Metal bullets rained down, and thousands of them were swept away in the blink of an eye.
Buzz! !
An invisible light curtain opened in front of Russell, and thousands of stirrup-yellow warheads stood still in mid-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 twitched his eyelids. At this time, the battleship's alarm suddenly sounded. The holy light sword held by Russell extended infinitely, penetrated layers of steel, and stabbed underneath the battleship. A hole.
He smiled slightly at the captain in the projection, and slowly raised his hand to slice the Holy Light Sword to the right. The hard steel was like butter, and was cut effortlessly by the Holy Light Sword.
It is conceivable that if Russell's right hand goes around in a circle, the battleship will be cut in half.
"Wait a minute!"
The captain finally couldn't help but speak: "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 take the mobile troop soldiers off the tarmac, and personally unlocked the safety lock of a transport aircraft and handed it over to Russell.
After the negotiation was successful, Russell waved his hand to Captain Zhenxiang and drove away in the transport plane.
He had no intention of killing them all. After all, the wrongdoer had his own debtor. The captain and soldiers had just done their job. Those who deserved to be killed should be the top federal officials.
But what did the top federal officials do wrong?
The butt determines the head. From the perspective of the interests of all mankind, what they do is understandable.
Therefore, there are only successful people in the world, but 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 be a good person at the same time, as long as you are capable enough to make everyone happy.
For example, Russell has always wanted to be a capable person, and he has been working hard to achieve this goal. But now he is not capable enough to make everyone happy, so he is generally not responsible.
Russell nodded: "It's so sad. It's not that I don't want to, but that my ability doesn't allow it!"
