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Chapter 254 Fireworks in the Sky
Before the Kree encountered Buddha, the Kree Empire's fleet, with its powerful warships, roamed the universe.
In addition, the arrogance of slaves after becoming rich, the division of society into three classes, and the extremely belligerent and brutal nature of the races made countless races tremble with fear.
Even so, these flamboyant Kree stood a light-year away from the magical plane, not daring to advance an inch.
Whenever a silver nebula churns outside the magical plane, the entire fleet must move a few feet away.
When the silver dragon in the nebula occasionally makes an appearance, the fleet commander immediately orders them to move another light-year away!
The artillery systems of all the warships remained silent, not daring to make the slightest provocative move!
"My lord, Skal's branch fleet has suffered more than half its losses and is no longer able to inflict effective damage on those Skrull monsters!"
"Furthermore, enemy reinforcements are arriving one after another, and Skar and his group may no longer be able to remain hidden as originally planned (transforming into demon races), risking total annihilation!"
"Look, the Buddha has granted us one more chance for the interdimensional teleportation. Shall we send another fleet over?"
"No need!" Ronan, the only sub-emperor of the Kree, replied coldly. "Only Skal and his men, who have suffered a crushing defeat and are almost wiped out, have any hope of survival!"
If even one of them survives, our plan will be considered a success!
The Buddha's mission can be considered complete without any doubt!
"Moreover, the teleportation device bestowed by Buddha (which can generally be used 1-3 times) is far more valuable than a mere few hundred thousand Kree people and a small fleet!"
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The Kree fleet retreated again and again, which did not surprise the leaders of the major powers, after all, the magical plane was a highly sought-after prize!
Whether it's in the sky, on the ground, in the sea, or in outer space, everything has an owner!
Therefore, everyone's main attention is still on Australia!
As we all know, there is only one country in Australia, but Australia is not one of the five major countries!
Australia's national influence cannot be said to be nonexistent.
This only shows that there is a reason why a country that occupies one of the world's top resource and land areas is only considered a second-rate country in the international arena!
Therefore, any entity that doesn't establish several bases in Australia and deploy backup plans doesn't deserve to be called a transnational power!
Therefore, firsthand intelligence from Australia was transmitted to all parties with almost no error!
Meanwhile, the battlefield spanning hundreds of kilometers centered 20 kilometers southeast of Sopelney, Australia, is now being projected into the conference rooms of various countries!
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The battlefield transformed into a boiling furnace, with the Kree's violet laser beams and emerald laser beams intertwining like a spiderweb, tearing scorching marks across the atmosphere.
Interceptor fighters swooped down in a diamond formation, their wings spewing plasma streams that trailed crimson flames as they collided with torpedoes launched by Quinjet fighters in mid-air, the resulting energy ripples instantly vaporizing the clouds in their path.
The vibranium deck of the space carrier was plunged into furrows by intense artillery fire.
The silver cannon fire from the automatic defense system collided with enemy fire, and metal shrapnel and energy debris fell like hail.
Above the mid-level mage formation, dark green wind blades and fiery red fireballs swept across like locusts.
The wind blades sliced the Interceptor fighter into spiral-shaped metal fragments, while the fireballs blasted craters ten meters in diameter into the enemy ship's hull.
The Kree counterattack was even more terrifying—the main guns of the Dreadnought-class battleships spewed out dark matter rays as thick as water tanks, distorting space into vortexes wherever they passed.
The particle beams fired by the escort fleet, like giant purple pythons, pierced through the hastily erected crystal blue shield of the mage corps, instantly vaporizing the front hundred mages, leaving only charred humanoid silhouettes.
The airspace was filled with heavy machine gun trajectories, photon torpedoes, plasma cutting beams, electromagnetic railguns, guided missiles, anti-radiation missiles, armor-piercing bullets, incendiary bomb trajectories, thermal tracking missiles, laser beams, pulse bombs, kinetic interceptor missiles, high-explosive aerial bombs, cluster bombs, ion cannon bombardment, railgun flames, rocket salvos, chaff clouds, sonic booms, napalm fire nets...
The orange-red trails of tracer rounds intertwined with the eerie blue light of laser beams to form a grid of death; the tungsten steel projectiles of electromagnetic railguns whistled as they tore through the air; and the tail flames of guided missiles burned winding lines of fire in the clouds.
The blast wave from the high-explosive aerial bombs lifted off the fighter jets.
The submunitions dropped by the cluster bombs burst open like steel dandelions.
The kinetic interceptor missile struck the enemy ship at three times the speed of sound, causing a blinding burst of metal to fly off the armored surface.
The plasma cutting beam melted the warship's hull, creating gushing streams of metallic magma.
Anti-radiation missiles precisely penetrated the gun emplacement following radar waves, while a rain of fire from incendiary bombs turned the entire airspace into a hellish inferno.
The chaff and flares spread like a silver plague, obscuring all electronic screens.
The continuous bombardment from the railgun caused the earth to tremble, and the distant mountains were shaved off by a full hundred meters in altitude.
There are no blind spots, no chance to catch your breath—every cubic foot of space is subjected to the baptism of thermal weapons, steel evaporates into aerosols in the high temperature, and the chain flashes of ammunition explosions make the sky as bright as day.
Even fighter jets that manage to get through the barrage of bullets will be torn to shreds into burning wreckage by the sticky flames of napalm.
The airspace has been completely turned into a death trap.
Jack Hawkins, the best ace pilot in the record, had his plane tumbling wildly in a hail of bullets.
The alarms inside the cockpit were deafening.
Drawing on ten years of combat experience, he used overload maneuvers that almost defied the laws of physics to evade three heat-seeking missiles.
However, it could not dodge the laser beam that suddenly attacked from the side—the fighter jet's right wing was precisely severed, and the out-of-control fuselage began to spiral downwards.
He gritted his teeth and pulled the control stick back up, only to be met head-on by a cloud of shrapnel from the explosion, instantly covering the windshield with spiderweb-like cracks.
Within just two minutes, Jack's fighter jet had been riddled with seven holes by armor-piercing rounds.
Oil leaks from the hydraulic system spread throughout the cockpit.
When the eleventh anti-radiation missile locked onto his fighter jet, he didn't even have time to make any evasive maneuvers.
The violent explosion tore the fighter jet to pieces, and the wreckage, trailing a long plume of black smoke, crashed into the burning city ruins below.
Around him, countless fighter jets were experiencing the same fate, with metal debris and burning engine parts falling like raindrops, and the entire airspace filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and fighter jet fuel.
There are no miracles here, only absolute death.
Every second, lives are lost; every explosion adds new souls to this meat grinder.
Even the best pilots and soldiers rarely survive more than half an hour!
Countless lives are like fireworks in the sky, fleeting and gone in an instant!
So beautiful, yet so regrettable!
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