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Chapter 677 You're taking too much of a risk.
The adjutant hesitated for a moment, then reminded him:
"Commander-in-Chief, if we detonate the antimatter bomb near the wormhole, the space passage may be severely affected, or even collapse directly."
Han Niba calmly said:
"I know."
"Our goal is to land, to gain a foothold, and to establish an outpost."
"Antimatter bombs are just a deterrent."
"But if the Demon God really intends to devour our first wave of landing forces, then there's nothing to hesitate about."
Han Niba raised his head, his gaze sharp as a knife.
"Preserve the wormhole if you can; if you can't, blow it up."
"Don't forget, we also have Lin Molin in command, who can actively open the teleportation portal!"
As long as Lin Mo is alive, the spatial passage will not be completely severed.
Of course, reopening the door requires coordinates, time, and resources, which will be much more troublesome.
Han Niba looked at the staff officers and asked them to come up with a specific landing operation plan.
.......
Antarctica, in a sunken underground city.
Beneath the dome deep within the underground city, a large spatial wormhole, over two hundred meters in diameter, continuously spews out demons.
More than a dozen high-powered lasers continuously shone into the spatial wormhole, slowing down the speed at which the demons emerged, while some powerful demons roared as they crawled out.
The moment it appeared, the plasma cannon roared in.
boom--
A heavily armored demon soldier had its shield pierced, and a large, transparent hole burned into its chest. Its massive corpse crashed to the ground.
The next second, a long-range harpoon spear pierced his body, hooked him, and dragged him out of the wormhole.
The few lesser demons hiding behind it tried to pounce out, but were met with the cold, impersonal fire control lock of the unmanned combat vehicle.
A flash of blue-white electricity, and several charred corpses slammed to the ground, only to be quickly snatched away by harpoon spears.
This scene only occurred in a small part of the spatial wormhole. In the vast spatial wormhole, demons kept appearing and being annihilated by the unmanned army surrounding them from all sides.
No large-scale nuclear explosions have occurred here, and the main structure is relatively well preserved.
The once-glorious ecological park has been completely abandoned due to the ravages of gunfire and the demons.
The dried-up artificial lake is cracked like a spider web, the viewing bridge is broken in the black mud, and rows of dead ornamental trees are left with only charred branches.
Several collapsed recreational area signs were trampled and deformed by the demons, and the words "Ecological Park" could still be vaguely seen written in English on them.
The dungeon collapsed too quickly when the demons invaded.
Before the nuclear bomb could be activated and detonated, the command center and its leaders had already perished.
Now, the Great Xia Legion has entered the arena, and the emergency lighting shines as bright as day, illuminating the dome.
Countless engineers, unmanned combat vehicles, robots, transport vehicles, and mechanical cranes moved through the ruins, giving this dead underground city a new voice.
But this sound no longer belongs to life, but to war.
The area around the wormhole has been temporarily converted into a ring-shaped firing range by the Great Xia.
The innermost layer consists of unmanned laser vehicles that continuously emit light, not to kill, but to suppress the wormhole exit and slow down the speed at which the demons rush out.
The third-order and fifth-order robots stood guard, checking for any omissions or deficiencies.
The second layer consists of plasma cannons and electromagnetic rapid-fire cannons, specifically designed to eliminate targets that have broken through laser suppression.
The third layer consists of heavy unmanned combat vehicles, automated turrets, and mobile missile platforms, designed to deal with sudden appearances of high-level demons.
Further away, engineering troops were still working.
Large engineering machines drove modular bases into the ground, and electromagnetic guns, plasma guns, and large laser weapons rose up one after another, all aiming their muzzles at the center of the wormhole.
To conserve resources and preserve the integrity of the demon corpses, the position is now primarily equipped with energy weapons, supplemented by physical artillery shells.
The corpses of dead demons will not pile up near wormholes.
Otherwise, it won't be long before the mountain of corpses blocks the exit, affecting subsequent "production".
Specially modified recovery vehicles were parked at the edge of the firing range, with rows of long-range harpoon guns mounted on their roofs.
As soon as the body hits the ground, the robotic arm immediately launches a steel cable to drag the body out of the danger zone, and then the hoisting platform puts it into the cargo container.
Once the vehicle was fully loaded, it immediately drove towards the large teleportation portal in the distance.
The portal was built by a holy human mage, and it leads to the underground city of Great Xia.
There, the demon corpses are decomposed and refined into rare metals and energy blocks.
The space wormhole that the various races of Terra had been fighting for for two hundred years and desperately wanted to destroy immediately was now like an inexhaustible mine in the Great Xia territory.
It continuously spews out demons, and it also continuously spews out resources.
At this moment, Lin Mo was sitting at a makeshift metal table, with freshly delivered hot food laid out in front of him.
He was seated next to six Terra Rank 7 experts.
These powerful individuals, any one of whom could easily command the respect of a powerful force, were now unable to resist glancing towards the wormhole.
There was an indescribable complexity in his eyes.
They had witnessed countless demons bursting out of wormholes, cities being submerged, people being torn apart, and legions being slowly worn down.
But this was the first time they had ever seen someone enclose a wormhole and use it like a hunting ground to steadily kill demons.
Bahrain hugged a bucket of fried chicken, munching on it with gusto, his mouth dripping with oil. The chicken was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and he couldn't put it down.
He had just finished eating a chicken leg when he grabbed a chilled soda from the side and gulped it down, then let out a long burp.
"Cool!"
Balin wiped his mouth, glanced at the wormhole entrance in the distance, and couldn't help but ask Lin Mo:
"Lin, why did you leave three spatial wormholes?"
"As long as that thing is still running, the demons can keep coming out."
"Your steel weapons are indeed powerful against low-level demons, but if they were to break through to the high-level demons, you might not be able to stop them."
After saying that, he shook his head.
"The risk is too high."
Several other Terra seventh-tier powerhouses also looked over.
They also wanted to know the answer.
For the Terrans, the wormhole is disaster itself.
It can be destroyed, and it must be destroyed.
Staying even a second longer is irresponsible to one's own community.
Lin Mo picked up a piece of braised pork, thought for a moment, and decided that this matter wasn't exactly a top secret, so he put down his chopsticks and said:
There are two reasons.
Bahrain immediately sat up straighter.
Warwick, the orc werewolf next to him, also perked up his ears.
Lin Mo held up one finger.
"First, leaving the wormhole was to prepare for a future counterattack against the demons."
Bahrain's eyes widened, and he almost dropped the fried chicken back into the bucket.
"You actually want to launch a counterattack?"
The voice of a powerful elf was filled with disbelief.
In the imagination of the various tribes of Terra, the most they could hope for was to hold onto their last piece of land, slowly wipe out the remaining demons, and rebuild their homes.
As for counterattacking the Demon Clan?
That was something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.
Two hundred years of war had long since shattered the pride of the Terran tribes.
There are too many demons, and the high-ranking demons are too powerful.
A demon-level being is more like a shadow hanging over everyone's head.
If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the Great Xia Dynasty, which brought a completely different war system, the continent of Terra would have fallen completely in just a few years.
Bahrain paused for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"Lin, I'm not trying to discourage you, but the demon race isn't just one city or one kingdom; it's endless!"
"No one knows how many troops the enemy has, or how many demons they possess!"
"What you're doing... is too risky."