Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 638 Heading to Destroy the Space Wormhole

In the canteen of Tianyong Underground City, Lin Mo finished a hot meal in just seven minutes.

The continuous battles and actions had left him somewhat exhausted, but the spatial wormhole left by the demons wouldn't wait for anyone.

Blue Star no longer has the right to wait any longer.

Less than ten minutes after the meal, the guard informed him that the food had arrived.

He arrived at the portal, where a heavy transport vehicle towing a tracked electromagnetic self-propelled cannon was parked.

The cannon is entirely gray-black, with a several-meter-long barrel that is slightly upturned, making it look no different from the conventional electromagnetic cannons of the Great Xia Dynasty.

What's truly special is the ammunition in its magazine.

The soldier in charge of the handover quickly stepped forward and saluted:

"Sir, the dedicated launch platform for space reconnaissance has been delivered. The projectile carries a miniature detector that can collect data such as images, galaxy locations, environment, and air composition."

Lin Mo nodded: "How does it work? Is it complicated?"

"Not complicated." The soldier immediately brought up the control panel.

"It can be operated manually or remotely managed by Pangu AI."

"Before launch, simply lock onto the wormhole entrance and confirm that the trajectory avoids obstacles."

"There were fifty rounds of ammunition in the car, plus these ten ammunition boxes."

The soldier spoke quickly, pointing to several boxes of ammunition nearby.

After listening, Lin Mo cleared out some of the clutter and ammunition from his spatial ring, barely making enough space to store the electromagnetic self-propelled cannon and ammunition boxes.

The Pangu II mecha was previously parked on the surface for maintenance and was not placed in the spatial ring.

Otherwise, the mechs and this cannon alone would fill up the ring's space.

After completing the handover, Lin Mo returned to the surface.

The wind and snow continued to blow, and in the distance, the fallen World Tree lay across the ice field, its massive branches still emitting a faint glow, like a green sea of ​​stars that refused to be extinguished.

These branches and leaves are still protecting the construction area on the ground and are continuously purifying the nuclear contamination.

But Lin Mo knew that it was already water without a source.

Within a few days, the branches and leaves that have lost the support of the roots will wither.

His gaze quickly fell on the direction of the tree stump.

In the center of the broken pile with a diameter of 100 meters, a new World Tree sapling has broken through the wood layer and grown to more than ten meters tall with an uninterrupted energy supply.

The tender green branches swayed gently in the wind and snow, their vitality as intense as a blazing fire.

Lin Mo looked at the new seedling, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Everything seems to be slowly getting better.

"Pangu, activate."

The second-generation Pangu, which was parked on the maintenance platform, had its eyes glowing red, and its black and red armor shell vibrated slightly.

The micro missiles have been replenished, the damaged outer armor has been replaced, and the energy core is in a stable state.

The mechanical hatch opened, and Lin Mo entered the cockpit.

Welcome back, Master.

The voice of Pangu AI rang out.

Lin Mo put on the holographic helmet and asked:

Where is the Terran Alliance?

They were in the canteen during the temporary rest area.

When Lin Mo arrived in his mech, the Terra Alliance's elite warriors had already eaten and drunk their fill and were almost full.

Sorin was holding a bottle of rice wine, his belly was rounder, and the blush on his face was hard to tell whether it was from drinking or from the warmth of the heating.

Grom was still enjoying the various kinds of roasted meat from Great Xia.

Although the elven elders moved gracefully, the number of empty plates on the table was no less than that of the others.

Several giant dragons outside were also eating the food specially provided by the Great Xia Dynasty, and they were roaring with delight at how delicious it was.

The Great Xia Dynasty was not stingy with these benefactors who came to provide assistance; instead, it offered them its best service and food.

Bahrain took a swig from a bottle of Liuliangye liquor and stood up when he saw Lin Mo coming over.

"Hey Lin, are you going to go and dismantle those damn space wormholes?"

"That's right."

Lin Mo's voice came through the Pangu external speaker:

"We're not sure if the demons are dead yet, but it's always good to chop off all their claws first, to avoid any unforeseen complications."

Everyone stood up.

Warwick grinned, about to say something, but then let out a long burp, looking a little embarrassed, and said:

"Let's go!"

On his desk was an empty large bottle of soda.

Kyle looked at Lin Mo:

"Holy Son, do you need me to accompany you?"

Lin Mo shook his head:

"You, Fendona, Thorin, Grom, and the others can stay here."

"Next, I'm going to enter the dungeon. The density of demons inside is too high; it's too risky for anyone below the sixth rank to go in."

Kyle didn't try to be brave; he simply nodded.

"clear."

Thorin snorted in dissatisfaction and muttered, "Who do you think you are?" but he knew this was not the time to drink and argue.

The longer I spend with the people of Daxia, the more Chinese my speech becomes.

Lin Mo turned to look at the fifteen seventh-tier experts:

"Gentlemen, I'll leave the rest to you."

Bahrain drew his warhammer and laughed, "Let's go, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can get back!"

He bought a lot of good stuff and machine tools at the Great Xia Trade Center; he needs to go back and study them as soon as possible.

Inside the Pangu cockpit, a global map of wormhole coordinates unfolded before Lin Mo.

The dense red dots are distributed across the continents, with three red dots in the Antarctic region being marked separately.

Those were the three wormholes that Han Niba requested be temporarily preserved.

Lin Mo said in a deep voice:

"Pangu, Antarctica and the other three targets are set to be reserved. All other wormholes are to be destroyed. Plan the optimal route."

[Calculating.]

In less than a second, a blue route lit up on the map.

The first target is located in the underground city of the Eagle Nation's Freedom.

After confirming, Lin Mo said to everyone:

"Then let's go, follow me!"

Blue-white flames erupted from beneath the feet of the second-generation Pangu, and the massive machine soared into the sky.

Fifteen seventh-tier powerhouses followed closely behind, their domain radiance tearing through the wind and snow as they sped off into the distance.

Everyone was covered in magical shields to protect them from nuclear dust, pollution, and the extreme temperatures of high altitudes.

In the distance, missiles and artillery shells streaked across the sky, leaving trails of white contrails.

Seconds later, bursts of fire erupted on the horizon.

As they flew further ahead, the outline of the battlefield gradually became clearer.

The Great Xia unmanned legion is currently engaged in battle with the remnants of the demon race.

Swarms of combat robots advanced along the ice plains, heavy unmanned tanks formed a line of fire, and automatic cannons constantly spewed fire, turning the demons that tried to charge into mincemeat.

The aerial drones, like a black swarm of bees, entangled the Winged Demon and the Gargoyle, while bursts of missile explosions lit up one after another.

Those demons were clearly unaware that their demon god had been severely injured by an antimatter bomb and was in critical condition.

They continued to roar and charge forward, as if if there were enough of them, they could overwhelm everything in their path.

Lin Mo raised Pangu's arms, and the plasma hand cannon lit up with a blinding white light.

Boom boom boom!

Several beams of blazing white light were fired in succession, bombarding the ground.

More than a dozen demons were pierced through on the spot, and several Corruptors behind them were blown to pieces in the high-temperature explosion before they could even spew out their venom.

Balin snorted coldly, and his seventh-order domain suddenly opened.

The demons on the ground froze, as if a mountain was pressing down on their backs.

Warwick and several powerful orcs seized the opportunity to attack, their battle aura transforming into a crimson shockwave that sent monsters within a radius of hundreds of meters flying.

The elven elders did not land; they simply cast a few spells.

Vines, ice blades, and metal spikes burst forth from the demon horde, tearing several bloody paths through them.

Seeing this, Lin Mo immediately reminded him:

"Just clean it up as you go, don't linger."

"Our goal is a space wormhole."