Chapter 576: Air Defense

'After shooting down a batch of transport aircraft, the number of blood corpses falling from the sky clearly decreased.

The pressure on the front line eased.

The blood corpses loaded inside the transport aircraft fell like raindrops as the destroyed aerospace vehicles crashed.

Many blood corpses were severely injured and shattered in this explosion, exposing the blood seeds within their bodies.

And the ascetic practitioners who were blown to death in the explosion instantly recovered from their injuries.

Taking this opportunity, they simply grabbed the blood corpses exposing their blood seeds and pounded them relentlessly and madly, fist after fist.

"Damn awesome..."

Xiong Hanzi blinked his eyes, watching the ascetic practitioners walk into the Ascension Machine again.

For some reason, he suddenly recalled that scene with Lin An in the hospital.

Zhang Tie's bowling ball.

Lin Dui, have you used this move before?

Except he is that "shell".

A painful memory.

"Lin Dui, I don't want to go up like this!"

"I took on the ground interception mission!"

Shocked, Xiong Hanzi recalled that scene, then thought of Lin An's recent smile, instinctively shrank his neck, and rushed off in a flash to the city gate to prepare for battle.

Even though he could recover even if his hands and feet were blown apart...

Or rather, the power of the shells cannot shatter him.

But this way of going up is somewhat too perverted.

Lin An watched Xiong Hanzi disappear into the distance, unable to help but smirk.

Forget it, no need to worry about that guy.

Soon.

After the third batch of ascetic practitioners destroyed a large number of transport aircraft, the blood corpse side finally reacted in a clumsy, mechanical manner.

The aerospace transport aircraft, shaped like bats, began to disperse to avoid simultaneous destruction in the explosion.

Seeing the blood corpse side's response, the commanding officer's face darkened, but he quickly regained his confident demeanor.

With a quick, simple fist salute, the commanding officer turned his head to look at Lin An and some of the ascetic practitioners with lower numbers.

"All ascetic practitioners under number one thousand, we need to load more fire thunder onto you!"

"The captured fire thunder is running low; please, everyone, prepare for battle!"

"I need each of you to destroy at least three monster vessels!"

"Monster soldiers transformed have already appeared on the city walls; we can't delay any longer!"

Unwilling to waste.

In the prolonged struggle against the blood corpses, humans have been exploring how to fight monsters, while this group of blood corpses is also slowly changing.

Previously, killing a single blood corpse yielded a large amount of fire thunder.

But nowadays, once a blood corpse realizes it is surrounded or entangled by ascetic practitioners,

they instinctively launch a large amount of fire thunder before death.

Just as Lin An experienced when he first encountered a blood corpse.

These monsters have become considerably "smarter".

They will not engage in grappling before expending their fire thunder.

As they spoke, the commanding officer clearly paid more attention to Lin An, or rather, held great "hope" for him.

Ascetic practitioners numbered over one thousand have bodies too fragile; even if they can ignore explosions destroying their flesh, this means they can at most change direction twice.

Thus they must undergo complete rebirth.

Moreover, they lack the ability to rehearse and react to the battle situation.

Those under number one thousand can carry more explosives, and their maneuverability greatly increases.

As for ascetic practitioner Lin An with number ninety-nine, in the commanding officer's eyes, that is someone who carries an ammunition depot (fire thunder depot) into the sky.

Charging into the monster horde is no problem.

The ascetic practitioners called by number filed into the Ascension Machine in single file, while the remaining practitioners on the scene all turned to look at the sole unmoving Lin An.

Seeing Lin An still not moving, the commanding officer could not help but grow dissatisfied in tone.

"This ascetic practitioner!!"

"Why haven't you boarded yet!!"

"Could it be that you haven't rehearsed combat?"

"According to the vague deduction of ascetic practitioner number 176, you can do it!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the sole ascetic practitioner under number two hundred.

The ascetic practitioner number 176 brought forward, expressionless, nodded at Lin An.

Although he cannot, like ascetic practitioners under one hundred, precisely rehearse combat,

but under his foreknowledge, Lin An will definitely accomplish the mission.

Even the vaguely obtained result caused a tremor in his otherwise unflappable heart.

"No need."

Lin An faced the crowd's gaze and lightly refused to enter the Ascension Machine.

I have destructive skills; why would I need this method to rush into the sky?

His expression froze.

The commander's face looked somewhat grim, and suddenly he thought of some things.

His gaze was hostile.

Looking at Lin An, his eyes filled with strong dissatisfaction.

This group of ascetic practitioners with early numbers...

Sure enough, they're all the same!

Your Majesty is right... they no longer care about humanity, unwilling to fight for Great Xia!

In the stare-down, the commander's face darkened, and he had no choice but to give up.

Lin An's number is too high; at least in terms of surface rank, it is not inferior to his.

In a situation where ascetic practitioners are above all else, he cannot issue a forced command.

He let out a cold snort.

He directly turned his body, looking at a batch of new ascetic practitioners.

"Everyone, since Lord Lin An is unwilling to fight, then all of you must fight!"

If the strong individuals don't step up, we can only rely on numbers.

The new-era ascetic practitioners who gather together and gain strength through self-torture, upon hearing the call, responded one after another.

Compared to the old-era ascetic practitioners with little emotional fluctuation, their emotions are undoubtedly much more agitated.

Although willing to join the battle, this group of new ascetic practitioners openly, and cannot hide, harbors resentment toward Lin An.

Or even hatred.

Such ascetic practitioners inherently have weak strength.

Too many deaths, and there will be no one left.

If Lin An doesn't go up, isn't that equivalent to demanding their lives?

"What a waste of such a high number, has the Guardian Lord gone blind!"

"Coward! Even someone afraid of death can become an ascetic practitioner!?"

Not polite at all.

The newly ascended ascetic practitioners who received the order, their faces twisted as they looked at Lin An, burst out cursing.

They say whatever they think.

Compared to the old-era ascetic practitioners who have endured asceticism for decades or even centuries, some of them only gained their power a few days ago.

They come from ordinary people, and many are simply ruthless scoundrels who love to brawl.

Under the so-called steadfast belief, their belief twisted into great strength and the will to survive.

Under extreme reinforcement of this belief, almost everyone can be called a madman.

"Your mother!"

"Give me your number!"

"I dare to die, you don't! This number is mine!"

Before entering the Ascension Machine, several newly ascended ascetic practitioners who were already somewhat frenzied could not suppress their thoughts and rushed straight at Lin An.

If the old-era ascetic practitioners are like stones in a latrine, devoid of emotion.

Then they are mad dogs.

Seizing numbers, an act that can be called foolish, is all too normal in their obsessive belief.

Seeing a large group of ascetic practitioners charging at Lin An, the commander in charge merely frowned slightly, but did not stop them.

To be honest, he had long been displeased with those ascetic practitioners whose numbers were ahead.

In his view, Lin An is very likely an ascetic practitioner who foolishly cultivated for decades in a remote inland region.

He never fought a blood corpse, and thus after obtaining a high number, he became even more "afraid of death."

Even rumors say that the old-era ascetic practitioners intentionally hold onto the foremost numbers.

They will deliberately give higher numbers to ascetic practitioners who have made no contribution and practice the same cultivation as them.

Ha, these people are practically turning into parasites of Great Xia!

Letting this group of new-era madmen step forward is no big deal.

And Ascetic Practitioner No. 176 couldn't care less about what's happening before him.

He is also somewhat strange.

Lin An, carrying a sword, indeed does not look like an ascetic practitioner.

The ranking, is even ahead of him.