Chapter 637 Tears Streaming Down the Corners of My Eyes

339 held his breath and hid on a lush branch without moving.

He looked up into the sky through the leaves.

A huge dragon-headed butterfly made of bones glided past at low altitude, and the airflow it brought made the forest rustle.

Not long after, another white-bone flying dragon flew through the high-altitude clouds like an arrow from a bow. It was faster than the butterfly dragon and patrolled the world from a high position.

When this round of flying beasts disappeared completely, 339's tense body relaxed a little.

Very good, the routine patrol in the evening was avoided.

Another day alive.

He has been trapped in the enemy-occupied area for 5 days.

...

As a junior soldier, 339's mission is to investigate the enemy's current situation and provide timely feedback to the rear troops.

339 remembered clearly that when he first saw those bone dragons with red eyes, he felt a trembling fear that made his hair stand on end, and the fighting spirit and high will inspired by the powerful enemy. These two strong feelings impacted his body, making him more excited than ever before.

No one knew where the bone dragons came from.

They crawled out of a cave one after another, their cold and cruel claws returned to this land, and their wanton and fierce red eyes looked around for prey, as if the evil beasts that had been sleeping for many years had been unsealed.

These monsters expanded their territory rapidly, flew into the sky, crossed the mountains, stepped into the rivers, and these terrifying monsters with white bones could be seen everywhere.

339 was trapped behind enemy lines before he could evacuate.

He witnessed flying dragons flying from underground into the air with his own eyes - two of them were the ones he had just seen, one type of butterfly dragon belonged to the air patrol, and the other type was a swift flying dragon, whose eyes could release red light that penetrated flesh and blood.

And behind them, there was the king of flying dragons.

339 looked into the distance.

His eyes passed through the treetops and he could see the huge creature hanging in the sky.

In the thick clouds, only a small part of the complex skeleton and the strange raised exoskeleton were exposed. Only when the clouds floated could the ferocious and arrogant ferocious dragon head of the giant behemoth be seen, as well as its amazing outline like an island.

All flying dragons would return and converge towards the flying dragon king, and then the next batch would continue to radiate in all directions, firmly controlling the sky.

On the ground, the flexible bone dragons continued to expand their territory.

Leading the bone dragons was the heavy armored giant dragon, which was three times the size of an ordinary bone dragon, with a thicker body and slow movements. There was a high-raised hammer-shaped exoskeleton on its shoulder blade, and many strange flowers grew on its back.

The first battle between the Zerg warriors and the bone dragons, 339 was a bystander.

He was lying on the same tree as he is now, observing the offensive and deployment of the enemy army.

But everything happened too fast.

The attack of the flying dragon and the bone dragon was like a raging fire. They were like claws in the air and fangs on the ground, easily tearing the insect-clad warriors in the front. In the head-on collision with the bone dragon, the warriors' armor continued to shatter and be penetrated.

After the heavy armored giant dragon entered the field, the flowers on its back burst with a loud noise, and the buds hit the warriors like boulders. In the falling black and purple petals, the warriors were dead and their limbs were scattered all over the ground. The giant hammer exoskeleton swept the ground with cross-shaped red light, killing the warriors who were unable to dodge at medium and close distances one by one.

339 looked cold.

There was no way to fight.

This group of monsters from the underground... were more brutal than those gods.

The phalanx charge that the Zerg tribe is proud of, the coordinated combat between the sky and the ground, the superb and powerful melee ability, the characteristics of spell damage reduction... When facing these bone dragon legions that seem to have come back from the dead, none of them is an advantage.

The bone dragons are more orderly and powerful than the insect suit warriors. There are combat units with clear division of labor in the sky and on the ground. The body strength of the bone dragons is far superior to that of the Zerg tribe. They can fight melee and cast spells. Even if they are damaged or incomplete, there are skeleton soldiers to repair them. It is completely different from the Zerg warriors who die one less.

339 watched too clearly, so his heart was particularly heavy.

The bone dragons are like a faster, more powerful, and stronger Zerg tribe. They are also fearless, omnipresent in the sky and underground, and they also advocate fighting and conquering. They have a terrifying crazy power...

There is no room for fighting back.

What 339 can do now is to collect as much information as possible about the enemy, and then return to tell Elder Yidao.

But he really can't find any chance to escape.

There are enemies everywhere, and the bone dragon attaches great importance to the control of the territory. In addition, a mixed combat team of skeleton knights and skeleton soldiers appeared on the ground, and they took on more daily patrol and defense work.

339 knew that with every passing day, his chance of survival would be smaller.

He hid in a big tree with lush branches and leaves, and this blind spot would be discovered sooner or later.

He must get out as soon as possible!

After nightfall that day, 339 finally found an opportunity.

A light was lit not far away. It was a special device of the enemy that could float in the air and emit light at night.

But today, for some reason, this flying lantern suddenly became very dim. 339 guessed that it was broken or something had happened.

The flying lantern landed on the ground and was repaired by a scout wearing bronze armor and a crystal helmet. There was still a fire in the crystal helmet of this person, which seemed to be a technology that hid the light in the helmet.

The other party opened a box and was fiddling with something.

339 landed silently, lurked, approached the scout's back, and suddenly jumped up. He locked the opponent's helmet with one hand, and with the other hand, he flicked his wrist blade into the opponent's throat and wiped it hard!

The scout's head rolled to the ground.

The assassination was completed!

339 put the knife back into the sheath.

Next, as long as he snatched the flying lantern, he would have a chance to fly out of the forest in the dark.

339 approached the flying lantern and then fell silent.

This thing was full of metal wires, and there were also strange leather, metal shells, ropes, and some bottles and jars filled with liquid.

339 froze for a moment.

How to fly?

Just as he was about to do it casually, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Don't mess with my tool kit."

339's wrist blade suddenly pierced into the body of the person behind him. The other party was actually the headless scout. The other party's neck was on fire, and the copper armor on his chest was pierced by himself, but the armor was empty.

He has no body? Or is that black bone his body?

However, the next second, 339 heard a deafening explosion. He felt that his chest was hit by a huge hammer, and his body was thrown to the ground and became limp.

In his blurred vision, he saw the headless scout holding a strange wooden stick. The stick was hollow, and there was something black inside, and it was still emitting light smoke.

The other party said: "Finally, the armor is broken. [Black Magic] is still useful when sprayed at close range... You are not dead, right? It's good that you are not dead."

Then the headless soldier began to dismantle and strip the armor on 339.

339 was cold all over. He tried desperately to break free and protect his armor and dignity, but he had no strength in his body, and the connection with the armor seemed to be cut off.

His consciousness became blurred, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

...

When he woke up again, 339 felt extremely tired, and his body became heavy and numb.

I was no longer wearing the armor, and I had changed from a glorious soldier to a helpless civilian.

The strong will of the warrior and the unyielding desire to fight also disappeared with the departure of the armor.

339 was uneasy.

What would they do if they caught me? Would they torture me? Would they execute me in public? Or would they eat me?

The door was pushed open, and a strange-looking man flew in.

It had a body like a fruit core, two mustaches, and round eyes staring at 339. Behind it stood two skeleton soldiers carrying thick wooden sticks.

"What's your name?"

"I'm 339, a soldier."

"So you are a soldier, number 339 of the lower-level soldier?"

"Yes..."

339 was a little surprised that the other party seemed to have a clear understanding of the insect tribe. And there was no problem communicating with him. The pronunciation and speech of the other party were completely different from his own, but both sides could understand each other.

"My name is Wadiye, and I'm a military advisor."

The other person stared at him: "Look at me, 339, without that layer of armor, do you even have the courage to look at me?"

339's eyes were still dodging involuntarily. He felt cold, hungry and uncomfortable.

"How many people do you have?"

"90,000 soldiers, 10,000 here."

339 was surprised that he could reveal the secret so easily.

Ah, how weak! I am such a waste!

Now I am no longer a soldier, just a weak and pitiful civilian.

"Oh? With so few people, do you dare to attack this world?"

"I only know that 10,000 of us landed successfully, and about 30,000 died. But after arriving here, through building camps and breeding alien insects, as well as the continued deployment of the legion headquarters, our soldiers are also increasing."

339 said somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Now I don't know how many people there are, only Elder Yidao knows."

"Is the leader of your legion, that elder in this world?"

"Yes, otherwise we can't fight against the gods here. In order to eliminate them, we spent a lot of time and cost, and finally gave these local lives the opportunity to return to freedom, so that they don't have to be enslaved by the gods anymore."

Wadiye showed a bit of weirdness in his eyes: "How do you know that they are enslaved by the gods, not willing to follow the gods?"

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

339 blurted out: "People Always fear God, and fear can only turn into worship, otherwise you can't live. So only by saving those who are enslaved and controlled by God can they be freed from ignorance and self-deception and regain freedom. "

"Is this your opinion?"

"No, it is the will and wisdom of Her Majesty the Queen."

"That is your highest leader, right? So how did you save these people? Take them away as slaves, kill those who disobey, and then use this method to destroy the source of the idol and God's will. Is this salvation? "

Wadiye's questioning made 339 scratch his head: "Because after believing in God, many people are very stubborn. We must use special methods to wake them up and make them our warriors. This is the best. These are all necessary to wake them up from the frenzy, instead of foolishly following God. "

"So they are willing to die for this?"

"..."

Wadiye said coldly: "Do you know why you become weak and cowardly after losing the armored beast? Because you are like this. It is the alien insects that transformed you. With them, you become crazy warmongers. They change your inclinations and cognitions, making you full of fighting and hunting desires."

"No." 339 argued: "We are the ones who tame the alien insects and use their power. They are our comrades and partners."

"Is that so? Then let me ask you, what are those stone baboons who do not have alien insect symbiosis, those so-called civilians, doing?"

"They are living."

The other party laughed: "So-called life is like a tool, constantly forced to mate, give birth to offspring, and then thrown to feed insects after losing their reproductive value?"

"This is the life of civilians. Civilians will always die." 339 said casually.

This is a very normal division of labor for the servile insects.

Soldiers die on the battlefield, and civilians die in the rear.

"I see."

Wadiye said: "If there is such a god, He controls everyone's mind, so that people are completely unaware that they are controlled by Him. People think that dying for Him, fighting for Him, and forcing and killing weak people for Him are all normal things. So for such a god, are you going to defeat Him and save these people?"

"Of course, if I were a warrior... Are the gods you are talking about referring to the alien insects?"

339 reacted.

"We are trying to save those who are enslaved by God, which is different from your barbaric war behavior."

Wadiye grinned: "Really? Then let's see what slavery is and what you call salvation. It will only take a short time and everything will be clear."

"See whether you have tamed the insects or the insects have tamed you."