Chapter 1795 Reunion After a Long Absence

The crimson demon king stood like a mountain in the canyon. Although the huge figure seemed a little unreal because it was hidden in the black smoke, it gave people a feeling of shock and fear.

In the dim clouds, lightning strikes from time to time, landing on the big curved horn above his head. Only at this time, with the dazzling light of the lightning flash, Satan's hidden true face can be revealed briefly.

The red skin covered the whole body, and the ferocious face, like a skin-wrapped skeleton, was covered with snake-like beards. Two huge horns meandered upwards from the top of his head, pointing ruggedly at the sky like two ten thousand year old dead trees.

Just looking at the head, Satan's honor is already awesome. Just like the images of devils in fairy tales, his appearance is definitely the most orthodox one. And such an honor, coupled with his huge body with full muscles and swollen bones, as well as the devil's iconic bat wings, ram's hooves, and poisonous snake tail. As long as you get used to it and accept these settings, you will feel that this is not so scary, but full of a kind of... evil beauty.

Chaos, evil, violence, blood, these distorted ideas may make people fearful and disgusting under normal circumstances, but in Satan's body, these distorted things seem to have reached a kind of harmony. Let his whole existence have a kind of detachment and sublimation in temperament.

He does not need to speak out his life, nor does he need to flaunt his power. Just by standing there quietly, people can immediately realize his existence, realize that he is the evil of all evils, the devil of all demons, the supreme king of hell——Satan.

After thousands of years, Satan once again set foot on the earth in person. This kind of feeling is really long-lost for him. The air in this world, the water and soil in this world made him feel a sense of joy in his heart after a long breath.

Just a little bit worse, and a little bit worse. For this long-lost reunion, Satan naturally hopes to be more perfect. So he immediately stretched out his hand to the dark clouds above his head, and then squeezed it firmly.

All of a sudden, the wind and clouds surged, and the dark clouds all over the sky surged crazily as if stirred up by some invisible force. A big hole seemed to be torn open in the sky, and the golden sunlight was like transparent glass falling down from the gap in the clouds. And just standing in such a bright golden light, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on Satan's face.

"Sunshine in the world, what a nostalgic thing. After all, I haven't seen such a beautiful sun for almost two thousand years."

Christianity originated in the first century AD, around the time when Jehovah began to pave the way for his Son. Satan's rebellion was around this time, so it is true that there is nothing wrong with him saying that he has not seen the sun for more than two thousand years.

Of course, even if there were any problems, no one dared to identify him at this time. Because at this time, there are only two groups of people in Death Canyon. One group is his subordinates, those fallen angels, and those ghost knights controlled by him. And the other group were soldiers who were about to be killed by those angels.

At such a time of life and death, they certainly cannot have the leisure to correct a monologue that they do not understand at all. If you have the time to do this, then you might as well think about how to save your life at this time.

Survival, this is the most important thing for these soldiers at the moment. As far as the current situation is concerned, it is actually very difficult for them to survive the siege of these fallen angels.

The sharp methods of the angels far exceeded their imagination. With a small charge, these angels can directly break through their defenses before the tank team has time to react,

Kill them before their eyes. And as a mortal, of course he couldn't be the opponent of these elites in hell. So in an instant, they have already suffered heavy losses.

Regardless of the fact that the entire battle has only taken a short period of time from the beginning to the present, in fact this army is already on the verge of collapse. There are very few soldiers who can survive to this day. And even with their superb memory and a moment of good luck, they were able to survive till now. But whether they can continue to live like this, or even live to the end, is simply something that no one is optimistic about.

They themselves don't believe that they can survive to the end, but out of human nature, out of the instinct to survive, they still persist, praying for a miracle to happen.

"Blast off those bastards on the right, we can't let them block our way out. Machine gunner, increase your firepower, don't let those birdmen break through our defense line!"

Among the few soldiers who survived by chance, the highest rank was a Master Chief. According to the rules in the army, he has now become the only one among their group of defeated soldiers who can give orders.

This kind of thing meant power in the past, but now, it can only represent a heavy responsibility. Not everyone can afford this responsibility. As for him, since he shouldered this responsibility and became the talker among a group of brothers, then he had the obligation to do his best to lead them out of this ghost place alive.

It's not easy, but he is willing to risk everything to bet on it. Because he wants to live, wants to go back to his home alive, wants to see his wife and children again. As a husband and a father, this is his greatest wish. And this wish has now turned into a pillar in his heart, making him an existence so strong that it is almost impossible to be defeated.

This is the key to him being able to calmly give orders at this time, and it is precisely because of his hard work and persistence that those who were already on the verge of despair began to regain their confidence.

There are only a dozen remaining tanks lined up in parallel, and the commanders of each vehicle are relying on their own experience to strive to achieve everything required by the Master Chief's order. The muzzle is moving back and forth, just because the high-speed flying angels always make it impossible for them to strike with the most precision.

When the target cannot be locked, it is too difficult to hit these high-mobility targets. If you are not a top-notch gunner, you will not have any certainty at all. Fortunately, they can survive until now, relying on those few A top-notch gunner. So it didn't take long before I heard the deafening roar of three or four tanks.

140mm fin-stabilized sabot-piercing projectile, three bursts. The skilled gunners completed a cooperation in the shortest possible time. With their own skills and the only remaining equipment, they completed a lightning attack on the angels blocking their way.

The cannonballs that were more than five times the speed of sound were fired instantly, making a shrill sound in the air, and then the angels scattered like flowers and landed near those angels. Facing such an attack, even the Fallen Angels of the Dark Angel Legion had no choice but to dodge with all their strength.

Perhaps at the beginning of the war, they could still have the courage to use their magic and flesh to resist the shelling of these tanks, but as the first batch of angels who did so were directly smashed into a mess by the powerful armor-piercing bullets Meat, there will never be that short-sighted guy who dares to do such a stupid thing again.

Their advantage is flexibility, and they have indeed brought this advantage of flexibility to the extreme. Relying on their own wings, they completely judged the trajectory of the shell when the tank was fired, so as to avoid this attack, which was also fatal to them.

It's just that if you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, you can't hide from the fifteenth day. You can avoid such an attack by judging the trajectory of the shell, can't others give you a headshot by predicting where you are hiding?

The gunners who have been shooting cannons all the year round chuckled in their hearts, and then looked at the angels who had been bombarded to scum with a heart full of joy, showing a grin of revenge.

Just now, many old comrades they had known for many years died tragically at the hands of these angels, and maybe they will follow in the same footsteps after a while.

No one would want to die like a fish on a chopping board, humble and helpless. So if it is really impossible to escape, they would rather be like a mad dog on the verge of death, and bite these guys hard.

It's revenge, and one of the few things they can do as humans. Of course, if they could live, no one among them would want to die.

Therefore, the sound of the guns is still roaring continuously, and amidst these roars, these huge tanks are like crazy rhinoceros, and under the support of surging power, they are galloping towards their way of coming quickly .

They really worked hard, and in their hard work, a way of life has gradually revealed to them the dawn.

Have you ever felt that feeling of stumbling forward in the endless darkness, stumbling all the way, and finally seeing a glimmer of light? This feeling is similar to the state of mind of these soldiers at the moment. Seeing that a way of life had appeared, many of them couldn't help crying with joy.

However, the more this happened, the more nervous the Master Chief, as the leader, became. Because he has seen too many guys who had hoped, but fell to the guy who was only a stone's throw away from the dawn. So the more it came to this time, the more he was afraid that this would happen.

For him, what he is most worried about now is not those angels. Because the facts have proved that as long as they maintain the current formation, even those angels cannot wipe them out without paying any price. And judging from their attitude of lingering and cherishing their feathers, they probably wouldn't make such a reckless move casually.

The angels don't need to worry, so the huge devil that suddenly appeared is a problem he has to worry about.

Even though that guy has been bathed in the sun like a sculpture since he appeared, it doesn't seem to be a little bit harmful. But the Master Chief didn't believe that such a huge existence was suddenly summoned just to put it there as a sculpture.

It will inevitably be active, and what they can do now is to escape from under its nose as much as possible before this behemoth moves. As for giving him a fatal blow right now, and letting him die before he leaves, the Master Chief can only say that whoever you like will come, anyway, they can't do this kind of thing.

He is not one of those politicians in the White House who dares to say a bunch of unrealistic big words when he uses his mouth. As a fighter who has been fighting on the front line all year round, he is very clear about the problem that, relying on his own few small tanks, trying to kill such a huge existence is simply a daydream.

This is the same as he has always despised the dragon slaying stories in those novels. A person with a sword went to a one-on-one fight with a 100-meter-long dragon, and he even won the one-on-one fight. Who are you kidding?

The concept of a 100-meter-long body is that the scales on its chest may be more than half a meter thick, plus muscles, fat layers, and bones. Without a five- to six-meter-long big sword, you may not even be able to poke out a minor injury. And if you want a knight to do trouble with a five or six meter long sword, are you sure this knight is not called Gundam?

In the same way, facing a monster as tall as this mountain, the maximum damage these tanks can cause is probably about the same as a mosquito bite him. There may not be anything wrong with them, and they must be dead. This world has never heard of a person in his right mind who would be lenient and let a mosquito suck his own blood. So he was sure that as long as he dared to do something provocative, he would immediately be slapped with a big palm, turning them into a lump of mud including the man and the tank.

This is asking for death, and only idiots would do this kind of thing. He still wanted to go home and reunite with his wife and children, but he didn't intend to bury his life here. And if someone is going to let him do this, then he really doesn't mind stuffing him into the barrel of the gun, let him experience for himself what it feels like to charge forward.

In short, for them, the most important thing at the moment is survival first. So he immediately ordered this to his subordinates.

"Go at full speed. Don't worry about ammunition reserves, all gunners can shoot freely, don't give those birds a chance to approach. Also, remember those who want to live, don't provoke that big man!"

The survivors in the tank responded one after another, and they also knew that it was not a wise move to provoke that untouchable existence at such a terrible time.

They tried their best to keep calm, and under the strong power of 1500 horsepower, they moved towards the outer edge of the canyon at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour. And seeing that they are about to escape the magnetic field of the canyon, they can send a signal to the military behind them for help. Satan, who had been basking in the sun, slowly lowered his head and turned his gaze to them.

He didn't say anything, just smiled and snapped his fingers. And just after the Master Chief and a group of soldiers saw his action, gloomy darkness swarmed out from every corner, engulfing them like a tide.

All the tanks became dead silent, and it was not until a moment later that such a sound came from the communication channel.

"The base is calling the first team, the first team, please answer if you hear it. Repeat, please answer if you hear it..."