Chapter 343 Courage

The leader of these flying mutant creatures was a huge bald eagle, with two pairs of wings more than ten meters long, and dark magic surging between the sharp feathers cast from steel.

The pull-rod warhead of the air-to-air missile dragged and cut its body, only exploding a ball of sparks and bursting a few feathers, without causing any substantial damage at all.

With the surge of magic power, the speed of the bald eagle instantly climbed to the limit, several times the speed of sound. Under the intense friction, the air emitted a dazzling flash.

The airborne radar of the fighter group captured its trajectory, but there was no time to react and block it.

The flash turned into a long streak in the air, rushing into the bomber group in an irresistible posture.

The bald eagle did not even need to change its posture, and directly hit those sturdy B-52 bombers with its flesh and blood.

"Boom!"

The fuselages of several B-52 bombers were neatly cut by the wings, and the air shock waves surrounding the sea eagles tore these giant steel birds apart, leaving a series of explosions in the sky.

The entire bomber group was immediately hit hard.

Some crew members tried to operate the six-barrel machine guns in the aircraft to counterattack, but they could not find the location of the sea eagle at all.

One by one, the manually operated power armor flew out of the bomber's magazine.

Due to the size of these power armors, they cannot carry large-scale lethal weapons, and are not practical to deal with these astonishing populations of mutant creatures. Therefore, they were installed in the bomber's magazine as the last line of defense to defend the bomber.

But even if their engines were running at maximum power, they still could not catch up with the leader of the mutant creatures with amazing speed, and blasted several impact beams from a distance.

Even with advanced fire control radars and fire control computers, these impact beams still did not even touch the edge of the bald eagle.

The bomber fleet could only hold on to maintain its formation and fly towards the mutants that were surging towards the west coast like a tide.

Every pound of bomb they threw at the mutants would reduce the pressure on their comrades on the ground defense line.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a second sun lit up in the sky.

A fighter jet launched a Falcon AIM-47A air-to-air missile with a nuclear warhead when the flying mutants were in chaos due to the continuous explosions.

This heavy air-to-air missile has long been retired from active service, and the tactical nuclear warheads it carries have also been sealed.

Stark Industries reactivated these veterans who were still in service during the Cold War, and re-served them after refurbishment and improvement.

If Stark Industries had not been an important supplier to the US military, it would not have been possible to solve the compatibility problem between the AIM-47A air-to-air missile and the F-15SA so quickly.

Because the warhead space is limited, the equivalent of the nuclear warhead is not large, but it still wiped out a large area of ​​mutants in the sky.

The mutants that survived were severely burned and had multiple fractures. The tenacious vitality made it still flap its wings and fly towards the bomber group.

The fighter group went straight up and fought with machine guns. Some pilots even crashed into the flying mutants with their fuselages after they had used up all their machine gun shells.

If the West Coast Alliance was destroyed by mutants, there would be no place for humans in the entire Americas. Their families and friends would be doomed.

But such a tragic way still did not stop the flying mutants. Instead, fighters were constantly shot down by the magic beams spewed by flying creatures in close-range dogfights.

Soon, the flying creatures flew into the formation of the bombers. Dozens of unmanned power armors were swallowed up almost without resistance. Only a few bright beams of impact beams could be seen sporadically.

A moment later, the entire airspace was completely occupied by mutants.

Only the terrifying glow of large laser cannons, like the whip of God, lit up between heaven and earth.

Large tracts of mutants were burned to ashes in the glory.

However, compared with the terrifying number of mutant creatures, such a loss can only be said to be a drop in the bucket.

Several demons disguised as mutant creatures mixed in with these mutant creatures that had already fallen into madness. Even they themselves did not expect that just driving the mutant creatures from several nearby states over would have such a good effect.

Before those planets were swallowed into the dark dimension, various devastating natural disasters occurred, and most of the life was extinct in the natural disasters. Even if they were lucky enough to survive the extinction, they would die in batches in an environment with high dark magic power after entering the dark dimension. Only a very few lucky ones could survive.

But the earth connected to the dark dimension is different. The concentration of dark magic power in the atmosphere is slowly rising in a curve, which gives the earth, especially a large number of creatures on the American continent, the opportunity to adapt to dark magic power.

This rare opportunity in hundreds of millions of years allows mutant creatures to appear on the earth at an unprecedented speed.

These mutant creatures have long been at a critical point. Even if the West Coast Alliance does its best to clean them up, it is just a temporary solution. The demons have become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

All the small human settlements and survivors along the way were flattened by the tide of mutant creatures. Only those fallen humans who were no different from wild beasts were accepted and integrated into the beast tide.

Soon, the easternmost base of the West Coast Federation saw the mutant creatures surging on the ground like a tide.

Tony Stark did not support only one vibranium shield like the original Wakanda. This does not have any depth. Once the outer vibranium shield is broken, the enemy can directly attack the unprotected hinterland.

As a bridgehead, the No. 1 stronghold is also equipped with a vibranium shield. The former 9th Division stationed there is equipped with a large number of heavy weapons and can also receive support from the rear.

The M270 rocket launcher roared first, and a series of bright rockets whizzed into the mutant community.

The dense array close-in defense gun removed from the destroyer roared and tore the mutants in the air.

The artillery on the artillery position roared dully, and iron and fire were poured on the enemy's head. A mutant's foot was cut off by shrapnel, and it rolled to the ground. Before it could stand up, it was trampled into meat paste by its own kind behind.

The mutants, who were weakened by long-range indirect fire, faced tanks, infantry fighting vehicles and Stryker armored vehicles on the position.

One mutant after another was hit and exploded in the air. But the crazy mutants behind them had no fear and went straight for it.

Finally, with a loud bang, the swarm of mutants finally hit the vibranium shield. They used their claws and fangs to tear the shield with all their strength.

Some powerful individuals even stretched some of their limbs into the shield.

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