Andrews is dead.

Died in a desperate harvest.

Died in a bloody snare.

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The pure black long sword cut through the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and there was a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and there was also the faint trembling of the metal itself.

The firearms that are difficult to explain using technological principles continue to spit out deadly tongues of fire. Hundreds of bullets turn into an inescapable hunting net, causing life and soul to burn under its bite.

Thousands of panicked leather boots kept stepping on the ground, constantly raising mud covered with blood spots, like a herd of wildebeest crossing the rapids full of hungry crocodiles, struggling in vain in the crowding and hunting.

Experiencing death.

Corpses, corpses everywhere.

The human defense line has collapsed. The last line of defense, which was dotted with fortresses and bunkers, was completely disintegrated by the combined force of Ran Dan's army. The organized defense also ushered in when the first Ran Dan warrior rushed into the trench.

Its end.

When the cruelty of war finally broke into everyone's chest, when the omen of failure kept echoing in everyone's minds, when the courage temporarily ignited by anger and arrogance was extinguished by the splattering of cold blood,

Most people finally remembered one thing.

They are far less fearless.

The resistance was over and the battle was over. This miracle of twenty thousand against one million finally came to its due end after an hour of fierce fighting and a minute of collapse.

Everyone is collapsing, everyone is running away, everyone is dying. Even the most prestigious officer screams until his throat smokes, and he cannot assemble any team that can still fight. In fact,

No one will do this. Those defenders who are determined to defend their positions are the first to fall in every line of defense.

Blood, blood everywhere.

The strange dark black energy flow of Ran Dan's army roared wantonly everywhere on the battlefield. No one could stop their attack and massacre. Thousands of tall and twisted warriors pushed each other, hoping that they could compete with each other.

The similar ones next to them rushed into the fleeing enemy group faster and started killing each other. They squeezed each other, roared, and even waved their swords to show off their bluff.

Without the pressure of the [Overlord], these most arrogant and reckless warriors are like hungry wolves struggling for food, viewing all heads and achievements as their own prey.

They advanced, hunted, and pushed. This crazy and disorderly offensive finally crushed the small group of last resisters. In front of them was the last stronghold of the human defenders, and further on

The last section of the journey is the bridge worth paying for.

Despair, despair everywhere.

The garrison commander was sitting in his seat. His tent was empty. There was only the thick fog emitted when the documents were burned. He watched the books that were not actually very important burning in the fire, and then

He looked at the table, where his sidearms were placed.

He picked it up and took one last look at his former command room. The empty command room now contained only documents and maps scattered on the floor.

The last unit had completely lost contact fifteen minutes ago. They were supposed to be guarding the last position in front of the headquarters, but now, he could even hear the footsteps of Ran Dan's soldiers.

The last staff officer has also been sent to the front line. He may be dead now, or he may be running for his life.

Thinking of this, he glanced past the window and saw a soldier with an injured arm being carried away by the crowd. He seemed to have some impression of him.

He looked at the gun and thought of its origin. It happened so long ago that he thought he had forgotten it.

Soldier Ran Dan's footsteps were getting closer and closer. He placed bullets one by one, practiced his shooting movements somewhat unfamiliarly, and then pointed at the door.

His arms were shaking.

So does his chest.

He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have enough courage to do this.

Those aliens were so terrifying and cruel, how could he possibly fight them?

But fortunately, he seems to be able to do another thing.

When the steps of Ran Dan's soldiers sounded like they were only a few meters away, he made up his mind.

The muzzle of the gun was inserted into his mouth, aimed at his throat and brain.

"boom--"

Gunshots rang out and blood spilled out, staining the map on the table red and soaking every inch of the land in blood red.

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Route 18.

Andrews counted almost desperately.

The eighteenth fatal wound.

But it is meaningless and useless.

"What a great opponent. You remind me of those things that are most memorable...heads...skulls...blood..."

[Overlord Carmen] is bleeding, bleeding almost endlessly, flowing out a river of blood that is enough to make any warrior or brave man fall to the ground, but to it, this seems to have no effect at all.

A steady stream of blood flowed from those ferocious wounds. These huge cuts and holes were the result of Andrews and his battle brothers fighting for a long time. In terms of their memory and reasoning, this was enough to make any Ran Dan alien.

Can no longer be a threat.

But now, the memory is doubted and the reasoning is overturned, because not even a drop of the flowing blood falls to the ground. They surround the scar of the [Overlord], constantly getting close to it, surrounding it, like a blood-red piece of blood that can

Flowing armor.

And everything just stems from the whisper of this tall alien.

Skull, blood, honor, battle.

Even in the fiercest fight to the death, it was chanting them in a low voice, non-stop and without any logic.

"Blood...come...let us bleed..."

As it spoke, its pupils were once again filled with blood.

Andrews and his battle brother looked at each other. The two warriors who had been fighting side by side since the Terra Unification War were divided into two angles. They rushed towards this increasingly troublesome opponent almost at the same time, but they were indifferent to each other.

Leave an almost undetectable distance.

[Overlord Carmen] kept laughing wildly, laughing, and laughing. It dragged its blade and ran into the two whirlwinds of destruction without any fear.

The battle broke out. This was not a duel between mortals, nor a duel between swordsmen, but a collision between the purest power and the storm. Three swords filled with the desire to kill waved a bloody hurricane, mixed with furious roars,

Wanton laughter, flying shrapnel and the friction sound of the sword cutting through the armor.

"Yes, that's it! Fight! Kill!"

It was laughing, it was going crazy, it was suppressing the two Death Angels with one of its blades, smashing their helmets into pieces with scars one after another, and sending their guns flying to the furthest distance.

corner of.

"Blade! Chainsaw! Axe!"

It bared its teeth like a hungry jackal, and its arms covered with scars from the past and the present waved the increasingly sharp knife. During Andrews's mistake, it was on his waist.

There were shocking wounds on one side of the room.

But the Dark Angel didn't care at all. He seized this opportunity, used all his strength to lift the war blade in his hand, and blocked the withdrawing alien sword in mid-air. The two powerful warriors started like this

A competition of the most primitive strength.

But this confrontation was not the Dark Angel's plan, because at the same time, Andrews's battle brothers rushed forward quickly. Before the [Overlord] in front of him could make any reaction, the power sword in his hand was already ruthless.

Rowed down.

The sound of chopping and tearing was earth-shattering, and a huge wound that could kill a warrior three times completely split open on the [Overlord]'s chest with this perfect blow that contained anger, strength and strategy.

It's like plowing a canyon into a soft plain.

It’s done.

Joy filled Andrews' heart.

But this joy only lasted for a moment.

Because at the same time as this fatal blow was struck, something that could surpass all of Andrews' imagination appeared vividly before his eyes.

The gaping wound did not spurt out blood, but rows and rows of snow-white fangs grew out of thin air. The fresh flesh and blood on both sides of the wound neither trembled nor dried up, but kept growing.

Expanding, widening, stretching out its slender nose and bones, in the blink of an eye, a huge hunting dog's head appeared on the chest of [Overlord], it stretched out its neck without hesitation, and bit hard

Caught the arm of the Dark Angel.

Seeing this, Andrews immediately removed the power from his sword and ended the duel of strength at the risk of injury. The next moment, his sword edge struck the head of the big hunting dog like a thunderbolt that turned sharply.

"Boom——"

Different from the imagined flesh-and-blood cutting, both the sound that reached Andrews's ears and the vibration conveyed by the sword in his hand meant that this strange beast was not made of flesh and blood.

At this moment, the head of the big hound was spinning crazily, biting off the Dark Angel's arm and armor. The alloy fragments and rivets were flying in all directions, and under their shadows it was like a mountain spring bursting out.

Ordinary blood.

Andrews did not try to attack again. He dragged his comrades back to a safe distance, and then carefully looked at the opponent in front of him.
To be continued...