Marik could not hear their howls, his teeth itched, his gums were sore, his soft eyes trembled slightly, as if an aggressive sound came to an abrupt end around him.
There are some things he can't hear, but he can feel a touch that he never had foreseeed.
He blinked, swept away the stinging pain in his tears, and finally raised his head.
He saw the thing squatting on the top of the wall tearing the poor and weak psychological defense into pieces.
This thing was wearing armor made of randomly welded metal plates, with blood-like colors on it, and was full of erect nails. The armor was carved with marks of the smiling face of the alien god in the battle. Behind it was a funny rocket, with red eyes under the double-horned helmet looking down at him.
It was covered in blood, from head to toe, with three heads wrapped around its shoulder armor by their hair, and their torn neck was still dripping blood.
Even though he was so far away, he could tell the damn green skin.
Old Marek tried hard to stand up straight, and his failed heart lost all rhythm and would only deliver pain rather than blood to the whole body.
Strangely, his hearing seemed to be somewhat restored.
“Shrimp.”
The squatting creature spoke in a low, stiff voice.
"It would be more fun if you were afraid of me, but you weren't, right? How strange."
Even though the pain was unbearable, Old Marek still raised his laser gun.
The next second, the rocket behind the thing fell off, and it jumped down and reached out to take the gun away from his hand, like taking a toy from a child.
Then, the huge beast smashed the barrel with one punch and threw it aside without even looking at it.
"Take this as your luck-"
Green skin reached out and grabbed the old man's hair.
"You'll have a special way of dying in the jump pit."
Old Marek coughed up a stuck and meaningless syllable. He lost control on the verge of death and could not feel anything when he was incontinent at the end of his life.
"The Bone Brokener is here."
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Rosabeth Eaton's mother mostly cultivates seedlings in the basement, and her father is a teacher who teaches the children in the district to read, write and pray. She hasn't seen them for a while since they ran to the streets and told her to wait in this single room called home.
Outside, she could hear everyone running and crying.
The city alarm was noisy and wept, but there was no warning of storms before. Usually, before the alarm sounded, parents would ask her to pack her luggage a few days in advance to prepare for the shelter.
They shouldn't have just thrown her here like this, they shouldn't have just run away with everyone else and thrown her here alone.
The roaring sounds from far to near, and every minute her heart beat faster.
Then there was a sound of footsteps, something blocked the glimmer of her window, and she pulled the blanket up a little - she actually hated the blanket, and the fleas on it brought her itchy and swollen bag.
But it was too cold without it, and now she needed it to hide.
waaaagh—
A voice appeared in the room. A low roar burst out, as if a soul of a machine was given life.
The door was suddenly broken in the girl's trembling-
"Damn it!"
Noah Gard saw one of them while holding his pistols. At first he thought there was no one on the street, but he was wrong.
He glanced at the beast, almost as tall as an ordinary person, wearing armor like a garbage dump, a blood-stained saw and an exaggerated pistol held in its hands, and a skinned head hung on each shoulder, the liquid that was falling stuck to the armor, and three other bodies were dragged in the sand behind it, and the iron chains hanging from the walking beasts pierced into their backbone.
Each corpse seemed to have suffered a huge torture, and it was not formed. The sand and dust covered them like a layer of fake skin, and the ashes dyed the exposed muscles black.
Noah Gard raised his pistol at the bravest moment of his life.
The next moment, the thing turned around, and a loud blast of lightning and thunder came with it.
Something hit Noah Gard's abdomen like a truck, and he couldn't even scream. The air in his lungs was squeezed out, and he didn't even have time to fall before his abdomen exploded.
In just a moment, he exploded into pieces.
It didn't hurt at all. He saw stars flashing and buildings shaking. When his chest fell to the ground, he fell into darkness. The light of life in his eyes disappeared without a trace when his head fell to the ground and his internal organs scattered all over the ground.
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"A bastard!"
Shafia Casanova waved her fist towards the closed door.
"Let's go in."
Their sanctuary is in the basement, a cheap bar at a three-fork junction.
She never drank there, and the only time she took her here for more than five minutes in years was because of the sandstorm four years ago. At that time, most of the area was raging for more than three weeks and her home was destroyed.
She stood with the others outside the closed partition, locked outside their emergency shelter.
"They locked it too early."
The sounds come one after another.
“This is not a storm.”
"Did you see the fire?"
"Why did they seal the door?"
"Let them go!"
Shafia's fingers slashed through the crack of the door, but she did not find any weakness, and she had no choice but to do anything except the body squeezed behind her.
If they continue to pour into the basement, she will soon be crushed to the scrap iron.
"They won't open the door."
“It’s already full.”
Her last remarks made her shake her head, how could it be full? This bunker can accommodate 400 people, and there are only more than 60 people with her outside.
"Stop fucking crowding!"
The others shouted.
"We can't get it away."
Shafia just muttered when someone squeezed her from behind, her face pressing against the cold iron door, and now she can't even wave her arms to make it clear to herself.
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The next moment, the faint sorrow when the door opened was the most wonderful sound she had ever heard. The people next to her cried with joy and finally took a step back.
A pair of sweaty hands pushed the door crack, hoping to open it when the door hinge was extremely lacking in lubricating oil.
"A kind God Emperor..."
As the most advanced group of people, Shafia whispered to the scene inside - the bodies were piled on the floor, each of which was broken and unrecognizable.
Blood gathered into a viscous and dirty river gushed out between the legs of Shafia and the people behind him. Those who could not see had already begun to push the front row, eager to get hypocritical comfort.
Shafia looked at the limbs spreading everywhere, her fingers splashing blood slowly moved across the ground in the pool of blood, and her torso folded, scattered around where they died, or gathered into a pile, and the walls were mottled by the rough blood mist.
"etc--"
The scene was so chaotic that she couldn't even hear her voice, and the crowding behind her never stopped.
"etc…"
She was pushed down by the pressure behind her and fell into the room. When she fell across the threshold, she heard the sound of the chain saw igniting.
In an instant, blood splattered, and a group of stout wild beasts appeared from the hidden place. Behind them, machines of drill bits in form were drilling out of the cement ground.
“waaaaaaaaagh!”
The beast in the head splashed in speech, but no one knew what it was going to say—
On the third day after the Battle of Ashes Plain, the Bone Brokeners concentrated their forces to continue to advance northward, crossed the defense line, and finally entered the Fonas Nest Capital.
The defense chief of Chaodu collapsed under tremendous pressure and chose to surrender without firing a single shot. In the afternoon of the same day, the large green-skinned troops entered Chaodu and began a reckless massacre. More than 2 billion people were slaughtered within 12 hours.
Most people die from chopping and killing and biting beasts and various death games until they get tired of it, and in order to improve efficiency, they find several large pits, pushing tens of thousands of residents into it, and then burning or burying them alive.
Some residents also escaped from the Cundu, but they were not favored by the emperor. The hundreds of kilometers of refugee team were surrounded by green motorcycle troops in the desert and were forced to return to the Cundu to become slaves in the death factory.
At this point, the war on the ground of Amydodon has deteriorated to the point where the local garrison cannot resolve it. Two hours after the Invernas tragedy broke out, the local Star Language Hall has sent out a red warning signal for the first time since the first Amydodon war.