Chapter 1067 The Continuing War

The moment the burning cigarette was slightly lifted between the two slender fingers, countless crisp sounds gathered together and turned into the thunder before the rainstorm.

Thunder roared, and countless fiery flashes burst out of the darkness.

The Paradise Guard stepped forward brazenly and pushed forward against the iron wall.

In their hands, the cannons rotated crazily, spitting out smoke, light and even heavy steel.

Without any processing or correction, the bullets that had just been loaded into the ammunition box from the assembly line were just the most ordinary cursed iron. But when the metal explosives poured into them were ignited by the runes in the secret ritual of the gun chamber, countless bullets were fired. The rough iron block rotates along the rifling and rubs until it turns red.

Now, the red rainstorm is spreading.

Whipping the air, the dome, the cabin, and even everything in front!

The mist of burning metal explosives rises, and the high-temperature mercury vapor floats in the closed space, shining like light mist.

They fell on the dirty puppet clothes, and after burning away the old dirt, even the patched puppet clothes seemed to become shiny.

"What did you say?"

The big mouth of the puppet suit spit out a mouthful of green smoke, looked around at the predatory angels rushing towards him in the violent storm, thought for a moment, and sighed suddenly:

"Holy!"

boom!

The Iron Wall Guards stepped forward again. After throwing away the overheated and deformed cannon, they pulled out their ax blades and halberds, and shouted enthusiastically along with the kitten's words.

Stepping on the sticky blood under their feet, they moved forward and started fighting again!

At the other end of the solar boat, the corridor with a width of less than one meter had already been dyed scarlet with blood, and the gathered snake people began to counterattack again.

Even if they were massacred one-sidedly, the cold-blooded snake people didn't seem to know what fear and panic meant. They rushed towards the invincible opponent one after another, using their own lives to buy a short time for their loyalists.

The pool of blood spread like a river.

"Sir, please come with me."

The elder raised the bone blade and slashed cleanly. The twisted and sealed door in front of him tore open, opening a gap for the old man behind him.

Behind the door, in the narrow cabin, countless dashboards were emitting sparks and thick smoke. The broken circuit caused the explosion of the oxygen-generating equipment, and the broken drive shaft of the auxiliary engine had flown dozens of meters away, twisted. The shaft penetrated into the cabin board, and black engine oil dripped from it.

"Clean the scene, immediately!"

Anton in the protective suit turned around, and the androids wearing oxygen masks rushed into it one after another. They roughly overturned irrelevant things and pushed them away, revealing the huge engine in the center that was still spinning crazily.

The terrifying high temperature spreads like a furnace.

"The temperature inside the cylinder is out of control and it's about to explode." Anton roared: "Red Dragon, turn off the power!"

"The temperature control module and sub-control host have been damaged and down, professor." Red Dragon reported: "Please retreat immediately, professor. I will start the ejection process later."

"Ejection? Why? Isn't this fine? If the temperature control module can't handle it, then do it manually!"

Anton stepped forward as if he hadn't heard anything, and just pulled out the ax outside the tool box. The exoskeleton was running at full strength, slashing hard, tearing the wall apart, and roughly cutting off the pipes buried inside.

Suddenly, turbulent water spurted out from it, and the rough water poured onto the surface of the cylinder that was about to melt, turning into rich steam.

Cooling down in such a haphazard manner on a large engine that was running hot and out of control left the possibility of explosion behind.

"There's still time, there's still time, just a little time..."

The old man threw away the ax in his hand and staggered forward in the thick steam. He pressed his hands on the red-hot engine. The piercing sound continued to burst out. Countless machines seemed to be given life, bursting through the ceiling, hanging down, and falling again. Accessed into the wheel room.

It was like having an electric pacemaker attached to the heart, once again injecting new vitality into the unit that was on the verge of collapse.

"Bring me the new driveshaft, hurry up!"

He raised his head and shouted.

"It's too late, Professor."

Red Dragon reported: "Area B2 is about to fall. In order to protect the inner units, we must seal off the entire area. Please retreat immediately."

"Then block it and leave me alone!"

Anton roared, and through the mask covered with water mist, his eyes seemed to be burned red by the engine: "Ten minutes, give me ten minutes!!!"

"..." Red Dragon was silent for a moment.

But a familiar voice sounded outside the hatch behind me.

"Ten minutes, right?"

Foster took off the cigarette that was wet with moisture at the corner of his mouth and threw it on the floor. "Do as he said. I'll figure out the rest."

"Then fifteen minutes." Professor Anton corrected without looking back: "Maybe twenty."

"Hey, don't push the envelope."

Foster shrugged helplessly: "As agreed, fifteen minutes... no more."

He sighed softly, looking at the torn door at the end of the corridor and the tormented knights with scarlet eyes shrouded in gray mist.

The dark armored knights stepped forward slowly, the sword blades in their hands already covered in blood.

Foster lowered his head and filled the gun chamber with two brand new deer hunting bullets. Finally, he gestured the distance between them, put the shotgun on his shoulder, and pulled out the curved hunting knife from his waist. Upside down.

In the silence, there was only the sound of large amounts of water gushing out of the pipes, like the echo of the tide.

Suddenly, people feel like they are back under the blue sea and sky.

A moist breeze mixed with blood blew from the distance.

"I really want to go surfing..."

Foster murmured softly, narrowing his eyes.

In front of him, the gray mist came like waves, coming in force!

On the deck, amid the chaotic struggle, the performance of the movement suddenly stopped for a moment, and Huai Shi finally staggered back a step.

Thick nosebleeds flowed down from his face and fell on the cracked deck, spreading an endless curse and turning the entire area into a poisonous pool.

But the poison, which is enough to kill any hell horde, is nothing more than a minor trouble for the enemy in front of him.

In comparison, it is not as good as the deep cuts and cracks on their bodies...

The arms, chest, neck, and even one eye...the twin dwarfs held the Thunder Axe, as if they were tireless and painful, moving back and forth like lightning.

The ruler had thrown away the cumbersome and broken shield in his hand, holding a spear, a long sword and two short knives drawn from behind in his four arms.

In the archguard surrounded by afterimages, Huai Shi raised her hand and wiped away the blood seeping from the corners of her eyes, mouth and nose, not caring, even though Da Siming's stigmata was approaching its limit.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He raised his eyes and sneered: "Am I going to kill two against one?"

The ruler was speechless, and the long sword and short knife in his hand suddenly turned upside down, passed through the cracks in the armor, and pierced into his own body. The metal dissolved and surged like a living thing. It was chewed and swallowed by the body like a big tonic, and dazzling light erupted from the mouth and nose.

Immediately afterwards, the archangel held a bright spear in his four arms, like a comet rushing in, his whole body covered in blazing flames, and he advanced!

The frozen wind of the Thunder Sea spread, and the twin dwarfs raised their battle axes high and roared loudly. They chanted the hymn of the growing moon and the dark tide in their mouths. The blessed twins were bathed in the electric light, and their bodies expanded again.

In their hands, the branch of thunder also grew and split rapidly. In the end, it seemed like a tree of thunder was being held in their hands and chopped violently!

Unprecedented pressure is coming.

Afang rolled up the blood tide on the battlefield and swept towards the lightning. The surging liquid was filled with the weight from the stone marrow hall, and it crashed down hundreds of meters away.

On the sword of virtue, the flames rise again.

In the short gap fought for by the ax blade and the spear, a dazzling stream of light flew out from it, shaking the star of disaster transformed by the ruler.

Huai Shi raised his hand and once again led the afterimage to play a new climax.

But the magnificent ensemble came to an abrupt end at this moment.

An ordinary bone blade protruded from Huai Shi's chest.

In the shadows, the Tormented Knight, wrapped in gray mist, slowly emerged. However, unlike the other knights, he did not wear a ferocious helmet. His long, messy hair hung over his face, and his beard was unkempt, making him look so decadent.

That withered face seemed to be filled with eternal sadness and weariness, hating everything in the world and hating himself.

——The tragic champion!

After hiding for a long time, the crown wearer seized the only gap and thrust out a sword.

Even the premonition of death cannot detect the peeping and attacking in the shadow.

In an instant, it penetrates the heart!

The lightning struck down, and the comet crashed down.

Waves of air swept across.

But soon, two figures flew out upside down.

The afterimage didn't pause at all, and all counterattacks were not shaken by this sudden stab.

Huai Shi's palm was already firmly grasping the sword blade that penetrated his chest.

"Hello, first time meeting-"

Huai Shi slowly turned around and asked the visitor behind him, "Why don't you introduce yourself first?"

After hitting the target, the miserable champion let go without hesitation and retreated, but the chains extending from Huai Shi's shadow wrapped around his legs, delaying him for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Huai Shi held his left hand empty, and the edge of the Spear of Compassion emerged, piercing his own body in reverse direction, instantly tearing the bone blade and the spreading curse into pieces, and followed closely in front of the tragic champion's face. sudden.

On that face of eternal sorrow, a curved scar was left.

Like a smile.

"You should smile more. Like me, those who love to laugh will not have bad luck."

Huai Shi reached out and pulled out the broken bone blade from the hollow in his chest, raised his head, and let out a long breath: "Look, I was still a little out of breath, but I didn't expect someone to help open a hole.

Really - refreshing! "

The tragic champion did not smile. There was a muddy sound under the armor all over his body. The scars on his face shrank quickly, and sharp bone spurs grew out of the gaps in the armor.

Finally, a ferocious halberd appeared in his hand and was pointed at Huai Shi's face.

Along with other enemies.

Now, three times more enemies, three times more surprises.

In the brief silence, Huai Shi's eyes were dimming. When he heard the roaring and fighting sounds under his feet and behind him, he couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment.

It's as if the past time that remains here is resurrecting before our eyes - are their roars now the same as those in the past that shouted towards the future?

Fighting, struggle, and blood.

After a lapse of seventy years, Huaishi is standing on the land where our ancestors fought!

The scars they left are here, the same as my own.

Because of this, I feel indescribable joy and satisfaction.

It's like fighting side by side with those who died.

Your own war has just begun...

Their war is still going on!

Therefore, you must not lose!

"Let us once again be enemies of the abyss."

Huai Shi raised her hand, licked the blood from her fingertips, and murmured softly, towards the heroic souls buried on this land.

Please look at me——

——Please, come with me!

Along with the shrinkage of the scar, the flame of source material emerged from Huai Shi's eyes again. As if he were with thousands of troops, he proudly spread his arms and showed everything he had to his enemies.

"Come!"

Huai Shi raised his head and declared war on them, "Let me see how powerful hell is!"

Nothing more needs to be said.

At that moment, the Dominator, the Twin Dwarfs, the Tragic Champion, and the crown-wearers from all hells raised their weapons and launched an attack on the remnants of the Utopia in front of them!

The storm blows.

In the self-diffusing air waves, sword blades and spear points pierced across, and the harsh light of metal continued to tear apart the darkness and defeat the light of the gods.

One against three!

Even though he was severely injured, he didn't feel afraid.

On the contrary, my heart is surging!

The light of those past stars was still shining on his shoulders, laughing with him as he launched a counterattack against the enemy in front of him.

Knives, swords, spears, axes, hammers, maces, ropes...

Obviously in this fierce struggle, they have already become familiar with Huai Shi's weapons, but at this moment, the crown wearers feel unprecedented pressure.

Under the siege, the will contained in the source of weapons is still rising endlessly, along with the burning of the soul.

It's getting more violent, weirder, and more unpredictable...

But weapons are just weapons after all.

The tragic champion, who had experienced thousands of battles, was unwavering. The euphorbia in his hand swept across, as if replacing an injury with an injury. He actually forcibly locked the changes in Huai Shi's moves, creating an opening for others to attack.

After a fierce battle, they had glimpsed the gap between weapon changes and found a way to deal with it.

The long mace's whip is so thunderous that it cannot be beaten hard, but it can still be easily dodged. The hateful blade is bloodthirsty, so it must be deflected and blocked, and beware of changes in the length of the blade. The spear is light and agile, and it is too quick to stab at long distances, so be prepared in advance. The bombardment of the Sword of Virtue is very difficult, and the distance must be closed to suppress it...

Now, after overwhelming Afang's blow, the twin giants took a step back, and the thunder tree in their hands surged again, and they smashed it!

However, Sadness and the Dominator seemed to have a clear understanding of each other, attacking from both sides, blocking the gap for Huai Shi to dodge, and he did not hesitate to be hit hard by resentment and pain.

But when Huai Shi waved his hand, they saw a black shadow fly out of his hand, and it surged in an instant. After bypassing their blockade as nimbly as a snake, it instantly defeated the newly lit thunder light.

A brutal roar sounded.

The twin dwarfs staggered back, and one of their heads was smashed to pieces by this unexpected blow!

Without the assist from the Thunder Tree, the attacks of Dominator and Sadness have been slowed down a step. At this moment, under the counterattack of the afterimage, a bone-deep crack appeared on the chest and right hand.

He took a step back momentarily.

Only now did they see clearly what Huai Shi was holding.

As if it contains endless sorrow and pain, the wolf-headed hammer drags a snake-like chain, surpassing the speed of sound, traveling vertically and horizontally in the air, and making waves of dull roars.

That's a handle...

Flail? !

"It happened suddenly, I'm really sorry."

In front of them, Huai Shi glanced down at the flail in his hand and shrugged helplessly: "Look at you, you have scared me to an even higher level."

I overslept and my mind is a bit confused. Sorry for the late update.