The Conglomerate is the God of War
Let's Die Together
In the Battlefield, the darkness began to disappear. On the distant horizon, the sun rises. It was a new day.
The number of Hunga soldiers fighting all night had been reduced by another half. More than 80,000 of the 100,000 most elite soldiers had been killed, and most of the rest were wounded. There were corpses everywhere in Battlefield and there were battles everywhere with thick smoke soaring into the sky.
From the beginning, Gilbert treated this fight as the last. He had no choice because Hunga was always at a disadvantage on this battlefield. If they fought directly against the Z8 Alliance, there would be no chance for them to win at all. Despite his intelligence, in just three days, the elite legion of Hunga had been defeated to less than 20,000. It was not difficult to tell how intense the battle was.
However, 80,000 Hunga soldiers did not die in vain. They had killed over 200,000 soldiers of the Outer Region League. The Hunga warriors usually chose to perish with their enemies when they could not defeat them.
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The sky slowly lit up as time passed, but the battle in the Outer Region Battlefield was even more cruel and tragic. The Hunga soldiers knew that the other party's massive reinforcements would arrive this afternoon or later. At that time, their chances of winning would be smaller. So, they decided to kill as many as possible before that.
The four Peak Giants Hunga-Gilbert, Skylar, Reed, and Jim fought desperately against their enemies despite their injuries.
The Four Pantheon Kings were in better shape. They had no other thoughts but to kill the enemy. After they failed to kill the Peak Giant from the other party, they divided their forces to slaughter those Warrior Kings.
As for the top 3,000 warriors from the Pantheon who were, at least, Pre-divine Warriors, at least,
hundreds of them had died since they participated in the battle last night,
and the rest got hurt. But most of them are adults. They had advanced from Pre-divine Warrior to Divine Warrior. They continue to struggle with their new identity.
The battlefield was filled with smoke, fire, blood, and corpses.
A group of over a hundred Hunga soldiers were surrounded by thousands of people from the League of Outer Territories in a ravine. After failing to break through, they charged towards the enemy while summoning armed helicopters in the distance to reinforce them. They ordered their colleagues on the helicopter to fire at them.
They were shot constantly along with their enemies. As a result, none of them had survived, neither the commander who was an Intermediate-ranked Divine Soldier nor the most ordinary five-star warrior.
"Let's die together." The unknown commander of the Hunga Defense Department desperately grabbed the arms of the two Peak Divine Fighters from the other party. Shot by bullets from incoming helicopters, they're all dead.
In just a few minutes, this region had turned into hell. There are not even a few bodies left. Under the efforts of the Hunga warriors, none of the thousands of enemies escaped. They died together with the Hunga army.
Two miles away from this ravine, two helicopters that had just returned from a painful journey were suddenly attacked by two Divine Soldiers from the League of Outer Regions. The helicopter is destroyed and will fall.
"Kill them!" The two pilots exchanged glances in the air. Then they continuously sped up the destroyed helicopter with all their might. With plenty of ammunition left, they attacked the two Divine Soldiers and hundreds of other enemies.
Immediately, two huge mushroom clouds appeared. Other than the two Divine Soldiers, the enemies of the Outer Region League were all buried in flames along with the Hunga army in the helicopter.
"you deserve it." Marcus, in his bloody robe, holding a long sword in his hand, instantly rushed at the two Divine Soldiers and swung his sword towards those who were already panting. He just wanted to add fear to their deaths.
The moment Marcus stopped there, several helicopters from the Outer Region League flew over to bombard him.
He slashed at the helicopter and rushed to another place to help. After a while, the helicopter fell into the fire.
There are many scenes like that. For example, tens of miles away from this battlefield, over a thousand Hunga soldiers were attacking the Outer Region League's arsenal. They're carrying a time bomb. They had decided to die in the other party's arsenal. Immediately after, a huge fireball appeared on the battlefield.
The battle continues.
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Above the ocean beyond the East Sea of Hunga, two of the most advanced unseen storm-resistant fighters flew through the thick clouds at high speed.
On the plane, Tyler and William are restless. The situation is becoming increasingly critical. A new day had begun in the Outer Region Battlefield.
According to Selena's message, the top soldiers of the three Outer Region Departments had sent their troops and were about to arrive at the Battlefield.
Almost every time, soldiers from the Hunga and Pantheon Defense Departments were killed in the Battlefield.
Soon, the two warplanes reached the edge of the Battlefield. Tyler looked down through the window and saw thick smoke. There were hundreds of columns of smoke rising into the clouds. It was easy to tell how intense the battle was.
The Pantheon soldiers are still fighting. Tyler is very worried. "How much longer?" He asked the pilot loudly.
The pilot was sweating profusely as he waved both fingers towards Tyler behind him. It'll take two more hours.
Tyler frowned and shouted, "I can't wait that long.
Accelerates. Too many people have died. We must hurry to end the batties.
Hearing this, the pilot's blood-red eyes immediately opened wide. Without any hesitation, he flew the plane at full speed. The plane then moves straight ahead. Previously, pilots tried to avoid dangerous airspace by flying in an arc. This is the best way to ensure their safety. But now he no longer does that. Tyler is right. The situation on the Outer Region Warfield was urgent. The thousands of columns of smoke they saw represented the thousands of battles scattered everywhere.
The pilot was completely enraged with two tear lines running down his face. He also has not paid attention to airspace restrictions or loss of aircraft or lurking dangers. He instantly adjusted the speed to the maximum. It became as fast as the speed of sound and then much faster.
