Chapter 561 Rain

Along with the roar, the earth shook and dust flew up.

"Pooh!"

Under the disgusting dim sunset, August hid behind the bunker, bent down and spat out the dust in his mouth, looked up at his companion carrying the huge communication equipment: "Are you still okay?"

Amid the roar, the scholar in charge of communications lay down on the ground, put his ear to the loudspeaker, and after a long time raised his head and shouted: "The chief of staff said it's fast, it's fast."

"It's so fucking fast! Even if I fool you, you will believe it!" August's eyes widened: "I suspect that he has Parkinson's disease since I was eight years old, and he likes to fool people!"

"He said he's on his way!"

"That's at least another fucking hour—"

After August took a few breaths, he wiped the sweat on his face, raised his head and said, "Can the Undead Army go on stage? Cooperating with the Faceless Men, we will charge again! The Gargoyles will prepare to take off later. ——”

"The Faceless Ones still need a quarter of an hour to prepare."

"Then I'll charge first!"

The elder raised his hand, and the snake people resting behind the bunker quietly pulled out their scimitars, turned over and climbed onto the huge war lizard.

Some of them had explosive bandages on their bodies, and some even had their eyes and arms broken. As if they couldn't feel the pain at all, under the orders of the elders, the snake-men army moved like a machine.

Just behind the temporary war fortifications, the awe-inspiring murderous intent has spread.

When the regiment's firepower from the colonel paused for a moment, August had already seized this opportunity, roared, and rolled over the bunker. The awe-inspiring frost spread from his feet, freezing on the loess and broken stone slabs. A layer of ice.

As he ran forward, his body grew larger and larger.

A layer of sharp ice iron armor has emerged from his burly body, and two long winding horns have unfolded from the armor. In his hand, the originally ordinary crutch was quickly covered with a layer of ice and iron armor. A layer of frost sprouted a sharp blade.

Taking the lead in attracting most of the firepower, he rushed towards the center of the battlefield where the firepower was the most intense, as if seeking his own death.

But then, the body flashed out of thin air.

It actually passed through the encircling firepower, crossed a distance of several hundred meters, and appeared in the colonel's legion, with a strange sword blade sweeping across.

In the rain of blood, several soldiers at the front were cut in half.

The frost giants of the third level of the Dusk Road, combined with the Traveler's Staff that can make people jump in space, caused huge casualties in one encounter.

But after causing the commotion, August did not dare to stay for long. After using all his strength to throw off a spreading wave of cold wave, he withdrew and reappeared in the distance.

The essence was exhausted and he was almost exhausted.

Behind him, the ice cap star left by the frost giant slowly spread, and even the air was completely frozen wherever it passed. But the terrifying cold quickly dissipated without a trace under the burning heat.

Hundreds and thousands of salamandars rose into the sky.

After extracting a large amount of fuel for temporary strengthening, the fire of this group of salamanders has become twice the size of ordinary people, and the figures among them have faintly condensed into entities, leaving burning flames wherever they pass. .

The Ivy League spared no expense, and all four Salamanda settlements affiliated with Nightmare Eye have been hired. Now there are only two settlements on the scene.

As the main force in the attack, they have caused huge damage to the Ivory Tower from the beginning to the present, and many peripheral defense facilities have been destroyed under their fierce attack.

After using a large amount of fuel and heterogeneous flames for catalysis, all Salamandas have entered a rare burning period. Even the more people present, the more alarming the burning temperature.

Now there are two settlements of Salamanda, which has turned the entire battlefield into a melting pot.

The long-planned counterattack by the Snakemen Undead Army was in vain before they defended. The gargoyles that took off afterward only had time to detect the situation. Before they could cause disturbance in the rear, they had to retreat back to the sub-control center. In the dilapidated temple where it is located.

Even the best-tempered person will start to get angry if he is suppressed and beaten for two hours.

Especially as time goes by slowly and it will soon be night.

If they could take the sub-control center and leave, the situation would certainly not become so troublesome, but the problem is... with their current capabilities, they simply cannot move it.

Don't talk about them, they won't be able to move the iron crystal pedestal once it comes.

Because the sub-control center is this dilapidated temple itself that looks like a temple.

Including the base, broken walls and altar, everything is an extension of the sub-control center!

It’s the foundation that goes tens of meters underground!

This resulted in August and the others being unable to gain any advantage even if they occupied the sub-control center first. Instead, they fell into passivity.

You have already eaten the meat in your mouth and spit it out again?

That's too frustrating.

August leaned on the shelter at the door, raised his hand, and let others help him bandage it, "Urge the iron crystal seat, isn't it better over there?!"

Although he knew in his heart that even if he was already making preparations, it would not be possible to get things done so quickly, but he always had to make sure that he contacted the chief clerk and that old bastard would not let his pigeons go.

He had delayed long enough.

I just hope that the other party will never notice the unusual reaction of the Ivory Tower.

"It just doesn't feel right."

In the temporary fortress, the colonel put down the telescope in his hand and frowned: "Ivory Tower's response was too slow and too simple."

"Is this bad?" 'Old man' Pan Delong asked, "I don't see anything. Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's just weird, too negative."

The colonel frowned and looked at the images on the surveillance screen, his expression becoming more and more serious: "Although I don't know what they are doing, I think... they may be delaying time?"

"Are you sure?"

"It's hard to say." The colonel shook his head: "It's just a guess."

"Then let's make a quick decision."

Pan Delong was the first to make the decision: "Since the other side is passive in accepting the challenge, we don't have to wait for nightfall. Now we can win it in one go, which will save us a long night and a lot of dreams."

After pondering for a moment, the old man who knew nothing about war made a decision: "Didn't the No. 7 synthetic beast be sent to the front line? Just use that one——"

The colonel was stunned.

"Are you sure? Isn't that thing not debugged yet?"

“Always try.”

Pan Delong said: "If you always have scruples, you will not be able to show your skills after all. Besides, even if we don't use it, won't the Ivory Tower guard us? I will bear all the responsibilities. You can just give it a try."

The colonel took a deep look at his partner and boss for many years, nodded, turned and left without saying anything.

Not long after, the observers saw that behind Ivy's defensive position, the huge airship took off again and was close to the ground... But then, under everyone's dumbfounded eyes, the huge airship above the empty courtyard appeared. The air bag like a building slowly opened.

It reveals a frame with countless concentric circles nested in one place.

As the frame rotates, a roaring hurricane rises out of thin air and roars. The whole space seemed to be torn open.

A slender foot protruded from it...

"Giant Synthetic Beast!!!"

August put down the telescope, his face livid: "Our dome giant is still missing! Did those bastards cultivate the war beast so quickly? Can you tell what model it is?"

"Not an adult, just a juvenile!"

The observer's eyes widened: "The Annihilator's heavy-duty type may have specialized mobility capabilities, but it is still within the range of our ability to deal with it..."

Before he finished speaking, another roar erupted from the sky.

They were stunned.

When he raised his head, he saw a layer of dark clouds sweeping in from the distance and covering the entire sky - the dusk that was supposed to last for another three hours ended early.

Instead, there were layers of black clouds dancing with ominous thunder.

In the sudden cold wind, the scholar squatting next to the communication platform raised his head and shouted to August in ecstasy:

"——The storm is coming!"

Yes, the rainstorm is coming.

In addition, the code of the iron crystal seat also represents another meaning.

[Disaster Warning—4T].

"It's finally here!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, August took a deep breath, sniffing the tidal scent that quickly became thicker in the air, and his smile became more and more excited: "This time we really did something big... everyone, Dress quickly and get ready for battle!"

The hurricane swept through, and amid the increasingly high-pitched roar, the colonel raised his head in astonishment and caught a glimpse of the flash of light jumping rapidly in the clouds.

"What the hell is that?"

He couldn't believe it.

"……It is going to rain?"

"..."

After a brief silence, Pandron's sigh came from the communication: "Colonel, we may be preparing to retreat... Everyone shrinks back the front and is alert to the opponent's counterattack."

Under the mask, the old man raised his eyes and stared at the ferocious dark clouds above the sky.

My heart was filled with deep regret.

He was still too cautious, and in the end he didn't even have a chance to play his trump card.

Even if we haven’t figured out what it is yet, we still know that its existence is inseparable from the Ivory Tower.

"Stop the wind tunnel teleportation!"

He gave the wisest order.

At that moment, along with the roar from the sky, thick rainstorm poured down, evenly covering every place in the Dusk Country.

Color scarlet.

That's blood...

Endless blood fell from the sky, forming a torrent that seemed to swallow up the entire world, flooding every inch of the land.

What's even more suffocating is the ferocious undertones in every drop of rain. The almost endless malice engulfs every figure who dares to wade in the rain.

Just under the wheel, the grass seeds that fell into the soil began to grow rapidly under the water of the rain, sprouted, blossomed and bore incredible fruits, and then spread the seeds and multiplied rapidly.

In an instant, clumps of greenery and verdure grew out of the barren hell, and flowers bloomed from them, which was so beautiful.

But in this beautiful and precious scene like an oasis, screams came one after another.

Unlike Salamanda, who naturally dislikes rain and hides in fortifications the moment it rains, there are still a large number of hell tribes who are close to water vapor.

But now, in this rain of blood that is like a gift...all the creatures that dare to be exposed to the rain are being brutally ravaged.

If the skin is contaminated by rain, the skin will quickly relax and wrinkles will appear.

If your hair gets wet from rain, it will quickly lose color and fall from the top of your head, revealing a scarred scalp.

If even a scaly claw is touched by the rain, aging will follow.

Under the splashing of rain, every moment will usher in unimaginable aging and weakness. In just a few seconds, a strong warrior will stoop to the ground, struggling with the pain of rapid decay of internal organs, making it difficult to breathe. .

Once breathing is cut off, it will begin to expand, decay and even decompose at a terrifying speed.

After just half a minute, not even the bones remained in the world, only clusters of lush flowers, weeds, thorns or shrubs and other plants rapidly grew and collapsed in the rain of blood, returning to the cycle of nature.

This is a curse!

The curse attached to the blood rain!

After being prepared by the Grand Master, Huai Shi's blood no longer showed any signs of toxins, but was fully integrated into the generous blessing.

growing up.

If it is a curse, perhaps you can hope that your own resistance can resist it. But in the face of such a generous fertilization of vitality, no life instinct would choose to refuse.

Feel the vitality brought by the rain happily.

Grow a thousand times, and then decline a thousand times.

In the blink of an eye, after spending your short life, everything left behind will become nutrition for countless flowers and plants to sprout.

Under the rain of blood, a new ecological circle came within the scope of the Twilight Country, forming a cycle of nothingness.

It's like an invisible millstone, consuming all the life within it bit by bit.

Originally used as the sub-control center of the Twilight Land, all that remains of the giant cube is just an interface, a connection to the center.

Now, inspired and modified by the secret ritual, a terrifying weapon that does not distinguish between friend and foe has been formed.

Just like the Grand Master once said.

There are only day and night, which is a bit too lonely.

Relying on its connection with the hell here, the Grand Master injected the third disaster miracle into the Twilight Land.

——Rain of Aging.

Under the heavy raincoat, August slowly raised his hand, revealing the Ring of Nibelungen inherited from the leader of the exploration team.

When calling with the holy mark of the same origin, a terrifying chill quickly rose into the sky.

With the roar of the trumpet.

Shaking the rain, the earth, and the sky.

Dazzling lightning emerged from the void and intertwined into spears.

The frost giant legion sleeping in the Nibelungs opened their eyes, and hell slowly emerged from here.

The endless rain of blood fell on their shoulders, and was frozen into scarlet in the spreading cold, like a blood-colored cloak... In the blood rain at dusk, they were already unbearably excited.

As the light of the rune pillars lit up from the rain, Pandron slowly closed his eyes.

The tide is over.