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Chapter 706 Precarious Situation
Kona Landing Grounds, outside the portal.
Lin Mo piloted the Pangu mech and stood guard at the entrance, his six-meter-tall steel body pinned to the side of the astral teleportation array, his two plasma cannons firing in quick succession.
A flash of white light from the cannon muzzle, and the winged demon that lunged toward the core area exploded into fragments in mid-air.
Two elven elders cast spells beside him.
The earth-elemental elder leaned on his staff, pressing his heavy, earth-yellow magic into the ground in circles, forcibly turning the earth into an iron plate and preventing the earth-burrowing dragon from emerging from beneath the core area.
The elder of the Wood element had green light flowing from his fingertips. Vines sprouted from the gray cracked soil, spreading along the ground. Their roots bound the ground, creating a living protective net.
Just then, an electronic voice sounded from inside the Pangu mecha.
[Master, orders from headquarters.]
The current portal throughput is severely insufficient, and the rate of firepower replenishment cannot keep up with the consumption at the front lines.
[Command suggests that the Terran Tier VII coalition forces concentrate their forces to guard one spatial wormhole, while the other is sealed off by our antimatter bombs and awaiting further orders.]
[We need to allocate three seventh-tier holy human mages to assist in opening a large teleportation portal. Your coordination is required.]
Lin Mo's eyes narrowed.
Kona Landing Site was like a pressure cooker pushed to its limit, with ground-based demonic hordes crashing in, sky-winged demons swarming, and space plasma worms relentlessly bombarding it.
If the portal, this steel artery, is even half a beat too slow, the front lines could be instantly smothered.
Lin Mo did not hesitate.
"Received. You are authorized to arrange the specific processing!"
"By the way, notify the soldiers to clear the casting area for the three seventh-tier mages."
【clear.】
Lin Mo glanced at the front lines and said again:
"Bring back a Pangu drone mech to provide close protection for my two elven elders."
A few seconds later, a Pangu drone that was engaged in fierce fighting on the periphery retreated from the line of fire.
Its shoulder armor was still covered in demonic slime, and its high-frequency battle sword on its right arm was not retracted, the blade still vibrating at high speed, causing drops of blood to fall.
Lin Mo pointed to the two elven elders.
"Hold them safe."
"If the defense line is in danger, or if the high-altitude interception is not possible, do not ask for permission, immediately take the two elders back inside the gate."
A red light flashed in the drone's eyes.
【Received, instruction confirmed.】
Lin Mo piloted his mecha, turned around, and rushed into the portal.
Lin Mo returned to the side of the abandoned underground city and immediately opened the cockpit and jumped out.
He didn't bother to change into his combat spacesuit; he directly selected an open space and began to inscribe a new teleportation array base.
The magic of fingertips swept across the ground, producing a fine, crackling sound.
Time is too tight.
……
Meanwhile, an anti-satellite armor-piercing projectile has entered its designated orbit above the Kona satellite.
Instead of rushing into the plasma bug's close-range defenses, they circled the outer perimeter like a group of silent hunters, waiting for the giants to shift their formation and reveal a weakness.
In their inner circle, the twenty-four plasmaworms facing the Kona satellite finally completed their energy storage.
The front ends of those giant beasts bulged like fleshy balls, and blue and white electric light shone from the gaps in their black and purple carapaces.
Vein-like energy channels burst forth on the surface of the body, looking so grotesque that it was as if a reactor had grown directly into the flesh.
The next second, the front end suddenly contracted.
Twenty-four large plasma columns fell from the orbit, leaving blinding blue-white trails, heading straight for the core area of the Daxia landing site.
The Sky Eye system immediately sounded an alarm.
[Attention! The plasma worm's orbital strike is about to enter the thin atmosphere!]
[Target quantity: Twenty-four!]
[Implementing blocking policy!]
Inside the landing site, air defense systems, under the command of supercomputing AI, locked onto their targets, and the launchers sequentially aimed at their respective targets.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Dense plumes of exhaust ripped through the gray sky as anti-aircraft missiles were launched in droves.
Above the position, a swarm of drones climbed simultaneously, their red lights flashing rapidly on their bellies, forming a second line of defense just in case.
High in the sky, the first batch of missiles reached the interception point.
The proximity fuse was triggered simultaneously, and the fragment cloud, coolant, and metal dust exploded into a red and silver mixed scattering cloud and shock wave, which crashed into the outer layer of the plasma cluster, which had already decayed to the level of hundreds of meters.
Boom boom boom!
One regiment, two regiments, three regiments.
The blue orbs were torn apart one after another, turning into a shower of electric arcs that scattered in all directions.
The ground demons were immediately scorched, their cries of agony echoing as the rain of light fell from the sky.
However, several smaller fragments of plasma still broke through the explosion cloud and continued to fall toward the landing site.
Unfortunately, the portal throughput is insufficient; the missile vehicles, which are in high demand, are still queuing to pass through the portal, so the anti-aircraft firepower cannot be fully saturated.
Omissions are inevitable.
[Drone swarm, immediately fill in.]
As soon as the AI command was given, hundreds of drones changed direction simultaneously.
They did not avoid it.
One drone after another crashed into the blue light, their bodies first melting through and then exploding into blinding sparks in mid-air.
The last fragment of plasma nucleus was dissipated by the twenty-seven drones, leaving it less than eight hundred meters from the ground.
Inside the command center, there were no cheers when faced with footage of a successful interception.
Because on the track, the waiting window for a counterattack has appeared!
The first batch of plasma worms fired, spewing plasma streams from their tails, and their massive bodies began to slowly shift to the side, performing their rotation.
The front-row plasma bugs made way, and the back-row plasma bugs, which were almost fully charged, took their place.
The originally overlapping shields became misaligned the moment they switched positions, and the close-range defense beams were forced to disperse in two directions, like a gap appearing in a tightly sealed net.
The armor-piercing projectiles waiting on the outer edge accelerated simultaneously, instantly rewriting their trajectories.
Dozens of dark red trails cut in from different angles, some pressing in from the front, some circling around the tail, and some skimming low along the abdomen of the plasma worm.
The plasma worms immediately activated their close-range protection beams in batches.
Blue and white fire swept across the track layer by layer, and more than a dozen segmented missiles were successively cut into pieces and exploded into short white flashes.
However, taking advantage of the brief window when some of the jet chambers were depleted or misaligned, the eighteen armor-piercing projectiles slipped through the gaps and pierced the mid-section energy chambers of the seven plasma worms.
On the track, dark red flashes lit up one after another.
The first plasma worm split open in the middle, and out-of-control plasma sprayed wildly from the wound, causing its massive body to tumble and deviate from the array.
The second head's tail end propulsion chamber was pierced, causing it to lose control on the spot. It crashed into the shield of its companion next to it, creating a semi-transparent ripple.
The third head, the fourth head, the fifth head...
There were seven red dots in total, and they all went out on the system. There are still forty left!
In the Tian Shu command center, Han Niba glanced at the results and coldly gave the order:
"Keep launching missiles, don't stop, keep pressing their next rotation point."
Below the Kona landing site, the portal's throughput has been pushed to its limit by the AI.
An anti-aircraft vehicle rushed out of the portal and immediately drove towards the pre-set position.
The missile supply vehicle behind drove out right up to its taillights, the distance between them reduced to less than three meters.
If any vehicle stalls, the entire supply line will be blocked.
The demonic tide on the ground in the distance was also attacking the defense line like a madman.
The battle line is being slowly compressed due to the limitations of the teleportation portal and the need to divide forces for combat!
At this moment, Da Xia is like walking a tightrope.
Beneath our feet surges a demonic tide, the sky is filled with demonic flying units, and outer space is dominated by colossal beasts.
In the shadows, demon gods and demon lords lurk, ready to strike.
The center of the position was the Achilles' heel of the entire landing plan.
Everything was so precarious!