Chapter 541 War

which day?

The colonel frowned, unable to understand this strange question.

Because only in the current situation can there be a saying of seven days a week.

Time is a very strange thing in hell. Generally, the farther away you are from the present situation, the more erratic the stability and continuity of time will be.

It would be difficult to accurately determine the passage of time unless there is a framework of the Creator connected to the rainbow bridge that can be synchronized at any time.

According to calculations by scholars, in the depth nine area, it is usually at a magnification of 1.34. In other words, the 1.34 days here are equivalent to one day in this situation.

He glanced down at his watch.

According to the depth meter conversion, the current time is about two o'clock in the afternoon.

on Monday.

The colonel was stunned for a moment, feeling something furry passing by his feet. Its soft tail rubbed against his legs, and he could feel the soft hair.

"Meow~"

On the ground, the little black cat opened its amber eyes wide and gave him a sweet cry.

But the colonel retreated as if he were facing a formidable enemy, feeling a chill on his back - when did this thing come to him? Why did the refracting prism I specially prepared show no response to the threat?

Without thinking, he pulled out his precious gun, pointed it at the black cat staring at him, and pulled the trigger.

The entire magazine was emptied with a roar, and then a new magazine was loaded before the magazine even hit the ground.

He raised his pistol again.

All he saw was the bloody remains of a black cat lying on the ground.

He was overreacting.

Just when he thought so, he heard a soft voice coming from behind.

"Meow~"

He turned back in horror, and in the gap between the fire and the darkness, he caught a glimpse of the slowly opening eyes, amber, calm and indifferent, staring at him.

Called softly.

"Meow~"

Behind him, the remains of the black cat quickly dimmed and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Only the bullet marks that were shot into the ground remained, and bits and pieces of blood remained on the ground. If they were stepped on by invisible objects, they would leave a line of bloody cat paw prints on the ground.

"Meow~"

A brand new black cat walked out of the void, looked back at him, and walked into the flames.

And there are more cats squatting on the ruins of this decadent and dilapidated oil refinery, wagging their little tails on the steel frames, on the broken bridge ends, on the walls, on the ground, and among the ruins.

The black hair reflected the blazing fire and was tanned red.

There is nothing out of the ordinary, as if they were already there.

No, it should be said that they followed the Ivory Tower and the Ivy League, strolling on every corpse and every weapon, stepping on those eyes full of murderous intent and coldness, chirping softly, finally showing at this moment. It shows its own appearance and its existence.

Its name is 'War'.

Right at Huai Shi's feet, a black cat sat upright, its tail swinging slowly in the air, looking at everything in front of it that was about to be covered by flames and darkness.

Tamed waiting.

Huaishi smiled and stretched out her hand——

"AHHHHHHH!!!"

The roar sounded like thunder, coming from the fire scene.

Without any further hesitation, with the colonel's counterattack, one hundred and sixteen centaur rangers from the Holy Land stretched the giant bows in their hands to the limit. In the crisp low roar of the steel and bowstrings, the heavy arrows Yapoku flew into the air.

Armor-piercing heavy arrows roared up into the sky, and then fell from the sky along with the heat in the fierce wind.

Iron rain covered the earth.

What was even faster than that was the strange box that appeared above the black cat's head.

The moment Huai Shi stretched out his hand, an invisible switch was turned on.

"Meow~"

It called softly and glanced at Huaishi. In the slender box above its head, three rows of patterns began to rotate rapidly. The sound of countless parts rubbing against each other sounded from behind the box, and sparks flew.

Amid the whistling sound, it suddenly froze.

The first one to bear the brunt was the exploding totem, followed by two patterns that looked like burning blood drops.

At that moment, countless hallucinatory black cats suddenly disintegrated and turned into smoke. The terrifying speed faster than arrows enveloped Huai Shi's large group.

"Roar!!!!"

From the rickety bodies of the rat people, a roar as loud as a giant beast sounded.

Arrows rained down.

When the scattered dust gradually dissipated, what was revealed was a pair of eyes burning with blood-colored flames, and a body that expanded as if inflated.

The Abyss Rats, who were originally only able to exist as soldiers and cannon fodder in the abyss, suddenly transformed at this moment, making people in a daze almost think they had encountered the fanatical legion under the legendary crown wearer, the White Accountant and Lord Corpse Forest—— Dead Black Corps.

No less than those giant sutured rats transformed with forbidden drugs and surgery. When the full blood propped up the curled up spine, the swollen muscles and body appeared from under the shiny black hair. of capillaries.

Even the toxin crystals embedded in the body showed traces of blood red.

It's almost doubtful that if you poke them with a needle, these rat men will pop like balloons.

Literally boiling blood rushes through their bodies, bringing a thousand times more pain and at the same time unimaginable power. And under the blessing of hormones and states, all their minds have fallen into rage at this moment, and they cannot feel these trivial pains at all.

Even if it was pierced by an iron arrow falling from the sky, it would be pulled out nonchalantly, thrown away, and blood would continue to gush out from the wound that penetrated the abdomen.

At this moment, the role of the Legal Department is completely different from before. It is no longer forcing them to charge with legal orders. Instead, they were forced to wait for Huai Shi's order and stay where they were. Don't rush forward to fight with the heavily armed tauren warriors.

You guys are not even as tall as my fucking shoulders!

Even so, those bloodshot eyes have been occupied by violence and madness, and they can't wait to join the battlefield.

Even Huai Shi didn't expect that the blessing of "War and Peace" would be so exaggerated.

No, it should be said that the original quality of the rat people was too low, and now they have become so crazy under the BUFF that they only know how to fight.

This time he was lucky. Although he did not draw three identical violent machine prizes from the war gains, the result was still superior.

In addition to the 'destructive power' that enhances the explosive power for encounters, there are also double 'blood frenzy', double 'madness' and 'increased recovery speed' randomly!

Compared with the reborn rat people, the gargoyles have almost no changes, but the ferocious aura on their bodies spreads uncontrollably, as if they have truly transformed from stone statues into demons.

The lizard mount of the snake-man undead army has turned purple and blue, and it is breathing heavily from its nose and screaming in a high-pitched voice. Even under the tug of the knights' reins, it was difficult to restrain his predatory impulse.

"Your orders, Your Majesty."

The snake-man elder made a hoarse voice, still maintaining restraint amidst the fanatical impulse.

"Order?"

Huai Shi thought for a moment and laughed softly: "To be honest, I don't understand the tactics and methods of war. You are the real professionals. However, since the war has begun, there will only be one order."

He raised the Sword of Virtue in his hand, pointed forward and greeted the steel array advancing towards him, and issued his only order.

"——Please bring me victory!"

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Those who respect the elders bow their heads.

At that moment, the last shackles were released.

All the crazy rat-men roared, holding rough ax blades and spears in their hands, and rushed towards the array of Minotaur warriors feverishly.

He actually withstood countless arrows falling from the sky and charged towards the iron wall without any gaps.

Faster than them were the gargoyles who rose into the sky and fell from the sky again.

When the gargoyle, which was more than three meters high, folded its bat wings and fell from the sky, it turned into an out-and-out quality weapon, causing an uproar.

As the earth shook, during close combat, they put their spears into their pockets, pulled out their halberds, and opened and closed them vertically and horizontally in the Minotaur's array, roaring continuously for a while.

With the power of more than a dozen gargoyles, they actually opened several tragic gaps in the defense of the Minotaur heavy armored company. Immediately afterwards, the rat people, who were in a bloody frenzy, clamored up and dragged the opponent with all their strength. Entered into a long struggle.

Nothing can be done.

Even with the aura of war, endowed with extreme explosive power, double fanaticism, and blood recovery, the rough weapons in the hands of the rat men were still not enough to break the sophisticated protection of the Minotaur warriors.

Each of these tauren warriors who have received war training since childhood are skilled warriors. Although fanaticism makes up for the shortcomings of the rat men's fighting spirit, how can the rat men who only rely on numbers to fight can compare with other people's individual soldiers? Literacy. With the skillful cooperation of the Minotaur warriors, even after the desperate rat men broke into the gap, they would suffer heavy losses.

Even if he was stabbed twice and his intestines were pierced, he could still get up, but he would still die after being stabbed two more times.

Now they are just relying on their own numbers to maintain a stalemate. If it had been before, with the poor morale of this group of rat men, I am afraid that the establishment would have collapsed long ago. How could the current balanced situation be maintained?

If you really want to form a breakthrough, you have to rely on the elite gargoyles who break into the formation.

The Undead Army first launched two rounds of projectiles on the flanks. Unfortunately, it did not create much effect before the heavy armor. The elder immediately changed the target, put away his bow and arrows, drew his saber, and drove the violent lizards towards the assembled centaur company.

"Chaolu!"

While galloping, the elder roared: "Hold the flag for me!"

The strong deputy screamed, and snatched the flag of the Undead Army from the original flag officer. He increased his speed, followed closely behind the elder, raised it high, and conveyed the elder's order to behind him.

Four hundred steps.

The whole army attacks!