High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 96 Airship Covering the Rear! How could they have escaped?

A thousand meters above the ground, the cold wind howled.

The Peregrine fighter jet is circling steadily.

Han Feng placed his hands lightly on the control stick, his thumbs pressing the missile launch button, and the cyan [Spirit Vision] halo firmly locked onto the smoke-filled cave below.

He didn't rush to fire. The two remaining psionic missiles were like a guillotine hanging over the old deacon's head. If the other party dared to show his face, he would immediately face a devastating attack.

Time passed second by second.

Three minutes passed quickly.

A high-frequency crackling sound came from the communication channel.

The thick clouds in the northwest were forcibly torn apart by a violent physical force.

A colossal object, over 100 meters long, forced its way into this airspace.

That was a Po Jun-class assault airship, codenamed "Po Jun No. 7".

Its entire body is covered with dark silver high-strength alloy armor, and the surface of the armor is engraved with dense blue runes.

Four ring-shaped psionic engines were running at full power at the tail of the airship, spewing out pale blue flames that stretched for more than ten meters. The huge roar even drowned out the engine noise of the "Youji" fighter jet.

At the very front of the airship, at the bow, a heavy main cannon with a muzzle diameter of over one meter points diagonally at the ground, radiating high-dimensional energy radiation that sends chills down one's spine.

"Number 1093, this is the city defense army's rapid reaction force 'Breaking Army No. 7,' I am Commander Xing Tianzhu."

"Your mission is complete. Immediately disengage from the combat airspace and are cleared to return." A deep male voice came through the communicator.

"Number 1093 received, airspace handover." Han Feng deftly pushed the throttle valve aside.

The fighter jet drew an arc in the air, its nose pointing towards the direction of Jinsui Farm.

Before returning, he looked down at the ground.

The heavy hatch at the bottom of the airship slid open with a loud bang.

Eight black dots fell directly from a height of a thousand meters, crashing straight into the cave entrance.

Through his [Spiritual Vision], Han Feng saw the true nature of those black dots.

Those weren't the heavy mechs that weighed over ten tons and were five or six meters tall like those in the farm's armored battalion; instead, they were eight sets of close-fitting powered armor, each a little over two meters tall.

These armors conform perfectly to the curves of the human body, with no exposed hydraulic rods at the joints; instead, they feature layers of tightly interwoven rune circuits.

On the back of the armor, a huge diamond-shaped psionic crystal backplate is flashing at a high frequency.

Less than 30 meters from the ground, the eight sets of powered armor simultaneously emitted blinding high-pressure energy streams from their feet, forcibly offsetting the terrifying kinetic energy of the fall, allowing them to hover steadily in mid-air before landing lightly.

Without uttering a single word, the eight men automatically deployed into a standard tactical formation the moment they landed, carrying their psionic heavy weapons, and plunged headlong into the dark cave that had been the site of a series of explosions.

These are the true elite of the city's defense forces.

Han Feng withdrew his gaze and pushed the speed of "Peregrine Falcon" to its limit. The distance of more than ten kilometers was covered in an instant.

The blood mist over Golden Harvest Farm has completely dissipated, leaving only the acrid smell of burning purple wheat fields.

On tarmac number seven, the cracks that severed the runway are still glaringly obvious.

Han Feng maneuvered the fighter jet to land steadily on an open ground.

The engine had just been turned off, and the hood hadn't even been fully opened when a large group of people swarmed around it.

"Well done!"

Lei Zhen's massive body pushed through the crowd and strode to the side of the aircraft.

His mechanical right arm's cannon barrel was still emitting heat, but his face was covered with a wild smile.

"I've lived for almost fifty years and I've never seen a mechanic crazier than you!"

You deserve the most credit for what happened today!

Once headquarters has finished calculating the battle losses, you'll receive your full bonus and contribution points!

"You're too kind, Chief Minefield. It's just my duty."

Han Feng flipped off the fighter jet and casually removed his flight helmet.

The continuous high-intensity use of the [Sword Control Technique] and the activation of [Spiritual Vision] severely depleted his internal energy and caused his muscles to ache. However, his mental state was more excited than ever before.

The sword bone, at 45% completion, is greedily absorbing the essence gained from this intense battle.

Zhang Hao and several members of the Sharp Sword Team also came over.

He looked Han Feng up and down to make sure he hadn't suffered any hidden injuries before turning to look at Lei Zhen.

"Manager, although the cultists have been driven back, the farm is definitely in a mess."

Our Sharp Sword Squad isn't due to withdraw yet; we've taken on the post-disaster reconstruction and defense line repair work.

"Good! You're all great. People from Donghai Martial Arts University are really tough!"

Lei Zhen loudly agreed, then turned and roared into the distance.

"Wang Defa! Bring a few men over here, add Captain Zhang and his gang to the list, and first, plug up those big holes in the ground!"

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A few minutes later, Han Feng followed Wang Defa to the edge of the residential area.

This is where those second-tier tunnel worms broke through the ground. Several huge pits with a diameter of more than five meters are still visible on the ground, surrounded by large pieces of rubble and the remains of insect corpses.

"These damn bugs, they all dug up from the earth's vein nodes."

Wang Defa, carrying a large knife, kicked away a piece of shell covered in slime with a gloomy expression.

He pointed to several sections of metal pipes shimmering with a faint blue light at the edge of the pit.

"Our farm has a top-of-the-line early warning and defense array installed underground. It will sound an alarm even if a first-level rat crawls in."

But those bastards managed to sneak up fifty meters underground to the very bottom of the living area, and the control tower didn't even give a damn about it.

"The formation has failed?" Zhang Hao frowned.

"It's not that it's broken, it's that it's paralyzed."

Wang Defa lowered his voice, his tone revealing his heart palpitations, "The technical department checked it when they were doing emergency repairs."

The core of the formation has been corrupted by an extremely vicious evil spell. It not only cut off the loop that transmits alarms to the control tower, but also keeps sending false signals to the main control system that "everything is normal".

If that cloud of blood mist hadn't completely blocked the physical probes, we'd probably still be in the dark.

Han Feng stood at the edge of the pit and activated [Spiritual Vision] to scan the ground.

Indeed, several nodes that should have been flowing with pure spiritual energy were now enveloped by a faint layer of dark purple, foul energy.

"Was the loss significant?" Wang Meng interjected from the side.

"The casualties weren't too high."

Wang Defa sighed, "Ordinary workers are hiding in deep shelters, which are made of high-grade concrete, so insects can't gnaw through them in a short time."

The guards lost over a dozen men, all killed by those crazed cannon fodder while defending the west gate.

He turned his head and looked at the wheat fields No. 3 and No. 5, which were still emitting black smoke in the distance, his face extremely grim.

"What's truly deadly is food."

Those bastards were riding mutated bats and throwing Molotov cocktails from the sky. The fire spread too quickly, and with the runway destroyed, we didn't even have anyone who could go up into the air to put out the fire.

One-twentieth of the high-purity amethyst wheat field was burned to the ground.

That's all money! Preliminary estimates put the direct economic loss at several million contribution points. This time, the minefield manager is going to be furious.

Millions of contribution points. Han Feng silently calculated in his mind how many second-tier spirit plants that would buy. These Blood Feeding Cult members truly deserved to die.

He walked over to the broken metal pipes and squatted down.

"Captain Wang, can this thing be repaired?"

Han Feng pointed to the lines engraved with complex runes, wondering if the system could determine his skill level as "proficient in array formations" or "spiritual energy repair" if he were to repair this thing.

These are all real attribute points.

"It can be repaired, but the contaminated section needs to be cut off and replaced with a new array module."

Old Lei has already sent someone to retrieve the parts from the warehouse.

Wang Defa planted his broadsword in the ground, squatted down next to Han Feng, and reached out to pry open the pipes. "Brother Xiao Feng, you know this stuff?"

"I know a little bit."

Han Feng casually replied, placing his hands on the cold metal tubing and tentatively channeling a wisp of blood and qi into it.

Just then, the tactical communication terminal on Wang Defa's wrist suddenly vibrated.

He tapped the screen, glanced at the brief message, and his expression instantly froze.

The muscles, which had relaxed slightly after surviving the beast tide, were now tense to their limit once again.

He stared at the screen for a full five seconds, his expression becoming extremely strange, even revealing a hint of incomprehensible absurdity.

"What's wrong, Lao Wang? Did the city defense forces reply?"

Zhang Hao sensed something was wrong.

Wang Defa slowly raised his head, glanced at Han Feng, and then looked around at everyone else.

The person ran away.