Chapter 479 Admission Ticket
(vomiting soul...covering face, QWQ)
The three mechas were nailed to the ground along their joints, and the pilots inside were dragged out, thrown to the cold deck and held down.
The pink-haired girl wearing a platinum pilot uniform stood out among them, as if she didn't belong on this battlefield full of charred black and bright red wreckage.
"Why not commit suicide?"
The officer wearing a gas mask walked up to Wells. The gas mask hid his eyes under the lenses, making it impossible for the pilot to read any movements from his eyes and expressions.
Cheap gas masks used in New London to deal with industrial pollution. The only characteristic of these masks is that they are cheap enough and very suitable for large-scale industrial production.
"Why not kill 놖? Allowing 놖 to live should keep leaking your secrets, right?"
Wells coughed a mouthful of blood and glanced at the nearby soldiers who had stopped and poured out their strength. They lowered their weapons and reorganized their weapons... Wells had no idea what they were doing.
The bridge further away has completely turned into a charred ruin after the battle. The detonated arcane turret is burning, slowly rising into the sky with a large amount of blue flames.
The burning wood produced orange flames, and the burning materials produced light blue flames. The flames spread rapidly on the skyship deck on the right wing of the command ship.
But even so, the bottom engine still provides enough energy for this skyship.
Let it continue to float stably in mid-air without falling.
Wells saw the soldiers undoing the anchor chains on both sides and installing some black squares that she couldn't understand on the sides.
They need a skyship, and the remaining two are ready to be swallowed up by the spreading giant.
"Do you think...how much secret can these things reveal about us? Tell me, what is your purpose?"
Since they are targeting you, there is no need to hide it.
It's not a weapon used to decide the outcome of a war. There is no such weapon in the world.
The officer squatted down and looked at the Round Island Alliance pilot who was pinned to the ground by the pole of his rifle.
"놖I want you to talk..."
Wells raised her head, but couldn't stop the bloodshot eyes from the corner of her mouth. She felt dissatisfied, aggrieved, and her pride had been thwarted.
His most powerful blows are as ridiculous to the opponent as a baby waving his fist.
All of them came to her mind, and thousands of thoughts came to her mouth. Just say a word.
"Why not declare war..."
Why not declare war?
This is a question that every lord of the Island Alliance wants to ask.
"Is that all... We are all ready for war, so when to launch war, do we need to wait for anyone's approval?"
You, 놖, are all fully prepared for this war.
None of us are natives of this world, so... the only and most direct way to divide resources that everyone can understand.
Violence.
At least the war must be carried out until one side has no continuation, then it will be easier for us to sit at the negotiating table, right?
Then collaborate.
The officer smiled, took the kettle from another soldier, and placed it in front of Wells.
Wells shook her head and licked her chapped lips.
The officer shrugged and continued:
"Since we will eventually divide the ownership of the area through war, there is no need for riddles before the war, and our lords don't have so much time to waste on you... You don't need to treat prisoners so seriously."
Wells fell into silence, feeling the heavy pressure on her body relax, and the monsters wearing crow masks slightly relaxed their grip on her.
Allowing her to take a few breaths of air full of nitrate smell, burning smell, and accompanied by tragic sounds.
Her amplified perception told her that the flames had entered the lower deck of the skyship on the right wing, where the original troop transport compartment and the army were caught in the flames.
If they had the upper hand, then she believed that her lord would also choose to fight without declaring it.
In other words... the lords themselves do not have the so-called '놌 level' state.
The Island-Ring Alliance will not be content to prosper in an airspace.
How many trump cards does the Round Island Alliance have, and how many trump cards do their opponents have?
"Your mecha technology and arcane cannon technology are very good. There is hope...work harder. This is what our lord asked us to tell you."
It is one of the few things that makes people’s eyes light up.
As the officer spoke, he stood up and took the rifle handed to him from the hand of another soldier.
There is rarely the concept of 'capture' in battles between lords... If you die, you can return to your own territory. There is basically no possibility of being captured. The purpose of capturing is just to delay the opponent's reinvestment of his units. Battlefield time.
There was no mocking or teasing, the officer was serious about the possible technical directions of the Island-Round Alliance.
Wells gritted her teeth, preferring that he laugh at herself, laugh at her alliance, and even arrogantly overlook the technology of her alliance...
That means the Island Around the Island Alliance still has a slight chance.
They regarded the Island-Round Alliance as their enemy, but they did not attach any personal emotions to it, and their own skills were analyzed over and over again by the other party.
They have a clearer view of their future path than the Round Island Alliance's own deductions... How is this possible...
"Okay, we don't have the habit of killing prisoners, nor do we have the habit of abusing prisoners... So we will send you back to see your lord now... Oh, by the way, your ship needs to be improved."
Could you please help us convey the message as a messenger?
The officer raised his rifle and put it on Weiss's beautiful face.
'Click'
The bullet is loaded.
"Mecha technology, arcane artillery technology... Is it possible to defeat you?"
Weirs raised her head and stared at the muzzle of the officer's raised rifle.
She asked her last question.
"No, it's the possibility of keeping what you have now... That's your ticket to the future."
The time for playing house is over.
The officer pulled the trigger.
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