Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 313 Fighter Squadron vs. One Person!
"Whoosh—buzzing!!"

The roar of heavy bomber engines tore through the clouds over Nathan Island!

As Elijah and Marcelo wreaked havoc in the marketplace, and Besdia intercepted the Hanged Man.

Behemoth, who had suffered heavy losses, was utterly enraged!
Two strategic bombers with wingspans of over thirty meters roared over the palace with tremendous force.

The bomb bay under the fuselage burst open with a deafening roar, and in an instant, nearly ten tons and tens of thousands of kilograms of heavy aerial bombs, trailing a piercing shriek, poured down onto the royal palace area below!

Two bombers flew over the palace and instantly dropped nearly ten tons of heavy bombs on the ground!

Such a dense and saturating bombardment, each bomb was enough to level a small building!
Elijah's figure suddenly appeared in the palace courtyard amidst the spatial distortion. He looked up at the dark shadow on the horizon and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Tsk, it seems our actions have completely enraged those guys... They're planning to flip the table and turn this place into a real battlefield."

In order for the guerrilla war to continue, it is necessary to defend the royal palace where a large number of divine people gather and the divine tree that serves as the source of power.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze complex as he looked at the young Taoist beside him, whose aura had inexplicably undergone a dramatic transformation:

“If you can’t withstand this ‘iron rain,’ then I will have to risk my life to move it away and order the others to surrender to Behemoth.”

Elijah had one last resort.

Using alchemy and teleportation abilities, he carried the nearly ten-ton bomb to a deserted place and detonated it.

The likely price to pay is his life, the life of someone who has just become "king".

A ruler chooses his ministers, and a minister chooses his ruler...

Elijah's gaze toward the group of heroes, Mo Yu, was incredibly profound:

"Let me be your final witness! Do you, Superhuman, truly possess the power to turn the tide of battle on the modern battlefield? Can you utterly tear apart these steel monsters, representing the pinnacle of human wisdom and possessing astonishing destructive force?"

"Whoo~"

Faced with this cataclysmic event, the hero Mo Yu merely looked up, calmly watching the 'death' falling from the sky, and exhaled a soft breath:

"Bombers! To be honest, I never thought I'd be facing one of these things one day."

With a touch of melancholy, Youyou raised her right hand, pointing towards the sky, at the rain of bombs pouring down from above.

'Summon the spirits and dispatch the generals! Imperial decree!'

In an instant, a vast and powerful surge of true energy erupted from his body!
Its aura was so intense that it resembled a magnificent sun rising from the east!
A graceful and slender figure slowly emerged from the surging light of true qi.

It was still somewhat illusory at first, but with the continuous infusion of true qi, it solidified rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming indistinguishable from a real person!
She wore a tight-fitting black and red outfit, her curves were graceful, and her short white hair moved with the wind, yet she exuded a strong sense of yin energy.

"Go."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, spoke calmly.

The 'companion spirit' that resembled a swallow nodded slightly, its body radiating yin energy.

The next moment, she lightly touched the air with her toes, and her entire exquisite body arrived at the pile of explosives that was pouring down like a storm!
She simply waved her hand gently at the dense barrage of bombs falling from the sky!

hum!hum!hum!
One after another, circular wormholes of varying sizes opened up along the trajectories of the falling bombs!

With the computing power support provided by the heroes Mo Yu, they accurately swallowed up all those heavy bombs that came hurtling down!

Then, in an open space two kilometers away.

Boom—rumble rumble rumble—!!!
A series of earth-shattering, deafening explosions rang out almost simultaneously!

A terrifying shockwave swept across the area!
Even in the heart of the royal palace, the violent tremors and deafening roars could still be clearly heard!

More than two thousand people of the gods had previously fled to the palace for refuge on Mo Yu's orders.

Those who witnessed this miracle, which seemed like divine punishment descending upon the world but was resolved by a celestial being with a wave of his hand, were all horrified.

They immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, bowing and worshipping the black figure of the savior goddess in the sky, shouting devout prayers such as "God manifests His power" and "The sacred tree protects you."

at the same time.

Several drones hovering high in the sky immediately locked onto the scene with their high-definition cameras, transmitting clear images back to the command center in real time.

On ships that can go anywhere.

"This...this is Feng Shayan?!"

Zhang Chulan stared wide-eyed at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the big screen, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets!

He was naturally aware of Feng Shayan's innate ability to create short-distance teleportation through spatial wormholes.

But if he remembers correctly...

During the Luotian Grand Ceremony at Longhu Mountain, the spatial wormhole that Feng Shayan could open was at most the size of a human head, and its effective teleportation range was limited to a radius of two or three hundred meters!

Compared to the incredible feat of the woman on the screen who could send nearly ten tons of bombs two kilometers away with a wave of her hand... it's like a firefly in the moon, utterly incomparable!

And when did the wind whistle swallow learn to fly?!
"Cough cough,"

Beside him, Huang Boren, director of Nadutong and the person in charge of the Nathan Island incident, who was sitting in the command center, coughed twice, glanced at the encrypted message he had just received, shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"Although her figure and appearance are exactly the same, this is not Feng Shayan. Chairman Zhao has personally confirmed that Feng Zhenghao's daughter, Feng Shayan, is indeed in the World Society at the moment and has not left the mainland."

Zhuge Qing narrowed his signature fox-like eyes, staring intently at the figure on the screen, his fingertips lightly stroking his chin, and said thoughtfully:

"Hmm... if you look closely, this doesn't seem to be a living person, but more like... a 'spirit'! A spirit that looks exactly like Feng Shayan, possesses Feng Shayan's innate abilities, and is even more powerful!"

He paused, a playful smile playing on his lips, and looked at Wang Ye:

"If Director Huang hadn't just confirmed that Feng Shayan was still in the country, I would have thought that Daoist Moyu had gone mad, killed his wife to prove his Dao, and used the Spirit Binding Technique to extract and steal souls!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a hand slammed heavily onto his shoulder.

"You scoundrel Sun!"

A cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's usually languid eyes, and his voice rang out softly in Zhuge Qing's ear:

"If you dare to spout nonsense again, believe me, I will relay your 'brilliant insights' verbatim to my junior brother Mo Yu right now?"

"Uh..." Zhuge Qing's neck shrank abruptly, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead. He quickly coughed twice:
"No way! Just kidding! I was just trying to lighten the mood! Don't take it seriously!"

This is no joke!

Zhuge Qing had no desire to test just how sharp the Sword Maniac's sword really was.

Especially after witnessing the extraordinary power of this great supernatural ability, he wouldn't dare to make fun of Mo Yu even if he had ten times the courage!
Just as everyone was discussing it.

The battlefield on the screen has changed once again!

Just as the companion spirit waved its hand to deflect the barrage of attacks, before its figure could even descend from the sky, more than twenty dark figures gleaming with metallic coldness were captured by the wide-angle lens of a high-altitude drone from different directions!

Behemoth sent far more than just two heavy bombers for this operation, intended to deter the clearing operation!

Those two bombers were merely a 'warning' to Nathan, and incidentally blasted open the road to the palace.

According to the original combat plan, the core force truly used for attacking and decapitating targets was these twenty-odd armed helicopters!

And mounted on it is the 'Fly Shooter', a superb sniper!
More than twenty specially made anti-materiel sniper rifles, from different directions and heights, simultaneously locked onto the indifferent-looking young Taoist priest under the sacred tree in the royal palace courtyard.

Just as Zhuge Qing, with his keen insight as a sorcerer, could discern that the companion spirit was not a real person.
Behemoth's side, naturally, also had capable people who realized this immediately.

And quickly, by observing the flight trajectory of the companion spirit as it ascended into the sky, it swiftly located the spot next to the divine tree, the most likely place to summon this powerful 'spirit,' which was also the culprit behind Nathan's drastic change in attitude!
"Fire!!"

Cold commands are issued via encrypted channels.

Without the slightest hesitation, more than twenty specially made sniper rifles capable of penetrating armor, along with the chain-type aircraft machine gun mounted on the helicopter, instantly unleashed deadly flames!
Countless bullets, like an interwoven web of death, came from all directions at a terrifying speed of more than three times the speed of sound, blocking all possible escape routes for the hero Mo Yu!

"not good!"

Elijah shrank to the size of a needle, instinctively trying to divert the group of heroes, including Mo Yu, from the deadly barrage of bullets!
But his reaction speed was ultimately not as fast as his bullet speed!
Furthermore, given the dismal reflexes and quick thinking of the group of heroes, Mo Yu himself, it was impossible for him to react to the terrifying speed of the projectile, which exceeded 1,000 meters per second, at this extreme distance!
So... time... please... slow down a little bit.

'The Mysterious Gate of the Wind! The Chaotic Gold Rubbing!'

That fatal second spanning a kilometer was stretched out and delayed by more than ten times!
The trajectory of each bullet, and even the exhaust flame it produced due to high-speed friction with the air, were clearly reflected in his eyes!

The hero Mo Yu looked around at the barrage of bullets, instinctively wanting to transform into an ant and burrow underground to temporarily avoid the onslaught.

But then he remembered that before they swapped bodies, the War Maniac had repeatedly told him to be as "domineering" as possible in battle, and to display "power" and "momentum".

This will help to completely subdue Nathan Island and facilitate postwar negotiations.

Transforming into an ant and burrowing underground is simple to operate and consumes little energy.

But it doesn't seem imposing enough.

If he were in his battle-crazed state, he would probably just sneer.

Should I avoid its sharp edge?
It transformed into a beam of sword light, slicing through the hail of bullets pouring in from all directions while simultaneously cutting down the armed helicopter.

However, it was all for naught. It wasn't that the hero Mo Yu couldn't transform into a sword beam, but the problem was that his edge wasn't sharp enough, and he would instead be injured by bullets.

With a bullet speed of Mach 3 or higher, coupled with the bullet's inherent hardness, the kinetic energy it contains is something that not just anyone can afford to risk.

The reason why the war maniac can ignore it is not because the bullets are weak, but simply because he is more abnormal.

"Ugh... this is so troublesome."

The chivalrous Mo Yu sighed helplessly in his heart and slowly spread his hands.

His body was filled with powerful true energy, which surged like a river and poured out like a floodgate being opened!

Upon being touched by a bullet fired at it... it was instantly refined!
'Divine craftsmanship refined a hundredfold! Transformation into matter!'

The chivalrous Mo Yu smiled knowingly, and with a thought, released his extreme control over the flow of time.

He pinched his right thumb and forefinger into the shape of a gun, making a "shooting" gesture like a child playing, and pointed it at a most arrogant armed helicopter in the sky.

"Bang!" He softly simulated a gunshot.

The next moment, the deadly bullets that were originally flying towards him from all directions drew arcs in the air, like butterflies flitting among flowers, brushing past him and continuing their momentum towards the direction he pointed.

Puff puff puff puff! !
Under the gaze of countless incredulous eyes, the armed helicopter didn't even have time to dodge before being pierced head-on by the torrent of bullets fired from its own side!

The shooter and pilot inside, along with the attack helicopter itself, were instantly torn to shreds!

A dazzling firework burst in the sky!
Elijah stared in disbelief at the scene before him, so shocked that he didn't even notice the cigarette he was holding fall to the ground.

This move looks so familiar...
It is true that alchemy possesses a certain degree of ability to manipulate metals.

Elijah's greatest skill was using alchemy to subtly control the specially made bullets fired from his pistol, making them track and strike enemies as if they had eyes.

But the problem is!
He's controlling the bullets he fires himself!

How could anyone... possibly control the bullets fired by their opponent?!
This isn't alchemy! This isn't extraordinary either!

This is totally illogical!!

"Tsk, there are still more than twenty planes left, this is really troublesome... However, compared to running through the Ten Deadly Passes and fighting the Crimson Venerable, it seems that shooting down planes is easier."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, muttered to himself.

At that moment, the companion spirit drifted back to his side.

A spatial wormhole, about two meters in diameter, slowly opened up in front of her.

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, took a step forward.

The next instant, without any warning, his figure appeared high in the sky, directly in front of the hatch of another armed attack helicopter!
"Oh no! He's coming!!"

At the hatch, the fly shooter looked at the young Taoist standing in mid-air, his heart filled with indescribable fear, and his instinct was to pull the trigger.

However, he was horrified to discover the next moment.

No matter how hard he tried, the gun in his hand, the specially made combat suit on his body, and even the helicopter under his feet... all seemed to have their own consciousness at this moment, remaining motionless and completely beyond his control!
"Oh? An anti-materiel sniper rifle? Hmm, it looks good. Send it to Qin Shi."

Mo Yu, completely ignoring the other party's horrified expression as if he had seen a ghost, casually snatched the sniper rifle and stuffed it into the chat group.

Then his gaze fell on the red glasses he was wearing, which looked like magnified compound eyes of a fly.

"Is this a night vision device? Strange thing, send it to Qin Shi."

He squeezed him to death and stuffed the entire corpse into the chat group.

After a pause, Mo Yu, one of the heroes, stared at the armed helicopter, recalling the Vermilion Bird mechanical device that Qin Shi had given him:

"Forget it. Let's just send the armed helicopter to him directly."

And just like that, the entire armed helicopter vanished without a trace right before everyone's eyes.

Dead!

The entire battlefield was now plunged into an eerie, suffocating silence!
An indescribable pressure weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone who witnessed it!

The remaining twenty-odd armed helicopter pilots, along with the "fly shooters" who usually called themselves "death agents," were all pale-faced and parched as they stared at the young Taoist who was riding the wind.

Whether they are devout believers or not, at this moment they are all silently offering the most humble and desperate prayers to God, Allah, Buddha, and all other possible deities.

(End of this chapter)