Stryk suddenly found that the familiar jungle became so uneasy, as if countless pairs of hungry eyes were staring at him in the dark, making him instinctively observe around him, and his movements produced the slightest sound of water flowing in the water near his calves.
Suddenly, something rushed out of the forest behind them. One person was the size of a human, but its legs were slightly shorter than human standards and its arms were longer.
It looked like an apeoid creature, red skin, thin bones, a pair of horns on its head, a brass mark on its triangular head, and a team of vicious yellow eyes, no nose, the second organ on its face was a bloody mouth, full of sharp teeth only carnivorous, and its lips were tightened backwards.
It rushes hard and screams, waving a rusty blood-colored sword in its hand.
The soldiers screamed and opened fire at it, but the monster jumped directly over a half-sinking piece of wood, and suddenly stretched out the long tongue in his mouth.
In an instant, the tongue pierced the head of a soldier holding a flamethrower. The tongue rolled up the pale yellow brain and then retracted into the monster's mouth, causing it to laugh happily.
Then the sword in its hand pierced through the chest of another Katachang soldier, causing the strong man to instantly shrivel into a dry bone.
"Draft it!"
In everyone's shock, Stryker opened fire.
The surging bomb suddenly hit the monster's torso, and its body bent back and fell into the green pond, splashing water.
It was still struggling, Stryker rushed forward, stomped the other person's head, and used a bomb to knock the other person's body into two pieces before he could stop.
"What the hell is it-"
Stryker was about to shout, but there was no time left.
Another was rushing over, then another one came, and then a fourth one.
They rushed out of the twisted shadows, screaming, completely ignoring the fate of the first one.
"Let's fire!! Don't be stunned. If you don't want to die, just fire!!"
Stryk fired while firing, but there were many targets, so he couldn't solve the problem by himself and needed help from others.
The already scared militia hurriedly raised their guns, but their trembling hands were completely unpredictable.
The monster rushed into the crowd and started a killing.
For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere and human heads rolled.
Although the militia were useless, they at least bought time. Stryk summoned the Katachans by his side, shot one of them with a scattered shot, slowing it down, and then aimed at the head to kill. But the others didn't even hit the tree.
In the shadow, more of this red-skinned creature emerged, half a dozen, and one dozen, all rushed towards this side.
Only he and Bell hit some. The injured apes fell down screaming and sank into the darkness, but the others were repaired, and their teeth turned yellow under the strange light.
"Boss! There are too many ghost things, so it won't work if you continue like this!"
"I know!"
A guy got too close to Stryker failed to hit it with a gun, and the guy stretched out his sword and tried to cut his throat.
Stryk kicked the opponent's sword away, then grabbed the beast's throat with his backhand, lifted it up, and threw it out, like throwing a scarecrow.
"Retreat! Let's withdraw!"
Knowing that continuing to entangle would only lead to annihilation of the entire army, Stryker had no choice but to abandon the militia.
The Katachangs began to quickly leave the battlefield and threw down the on-the-tray meals that the militia became demons.
At this time, the sky was as dark as if it was stained by charcoal. Even the jungle itself began to change. The flowers and plants were dyed brown. Ominous figures circled on the treetops. The most common bushes had lost all their leaves and became a trap full of spikes and hooks, like a cage, the thorns and branches were white and cool, like bones.
Stryker had never seen such a scene before.
"Sir!"
Suddenly, Katachang raised his head and pointed at the sky.
Stryk looked up and saw that the sky had turned into a pool of flesh-like wriggling objects, with purple spots inside.
The poison soaked the sky, he knew.
At this moment, a song sounded, blending into his own heartbeat and breathing, and into the sound of the wind—
It was a beautiful and seductive song full of love.
Look up, look, look—
Stryker raised his bloody face to greet the breeze, and the whole world seemed to be perfectly integrated into the music.
Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
"Don't look at the sky! I lower my head! Don't look at the sky!!!"
But he was finished speaking. At the earliest, the Katachang soldier's eyes were flooded with blood. He knelt on the ground and began to smirk and murmur.
"They are coming, we will be part of them, part of them..."
He stared at the polluted stars, and the light from the crack in the deep sky descended on the whole world.
Suddenly, the singing turned into a scream, and the soldier's head was blown to pieces by a burst of gunfire.
In everyone's shock, Stryker with a pale face retracted his gun and said to Katachang, who was hanging his head around him:
"If I become like this, you can do it too, remember that we Katachang people can die and be torn apart, but we must not become slaves of heretics!"
"yes!"
When Stryker finally returned to the convoy with his remaining soldiers, he found that there was a mess here, and the demons had begun to appear on both sides of the road.
Without saying a word, he took the Katachang soldiers to snatch a few cars and commanded the moving vehicles to start to retreat - most of the soldiers frightened by the demons could no longer be organized, and he knew better than anyone else, so saving the main force was the only option.
Before anyone could have expected it, the ancient rift of Pai Shangxing was unblocked.
A portal that went straight to subspace reopened, and the demon tide rushed out from it, scattered from Attica to the entire planet, and rushed towards the camp established by Colonel Stryker.
This time, although the Katachangs and the militia were already waiting for the battle, no matter how hard they tried, they could not resist the wave of destruction released by the cracks in the hell. A desperate struggle broke out on the gentle slope of the Olympus Mountains.
The waves of demon creatures repeatedly hit the front of the defenders. After heroic fighting and great sacrifice, Stryker barely allowed the camp to be swallowed up under the first wave of attacks.
Even so, Colonel Stryker knew very well that continuing to stick to the newly built base would eventually lead to the complete destruction of his men. He would be easily submerged by the army of hell poured out of the cracks of hell.
In pain, Colonel Stryk ordered his men to retreat to the underground Explorer Fortresses everywhere in the Pai Shangxing. He knew very well that no residence could withstand the attack, but the remote fortresses scattered everywhere could delay the pace of the demon army and might be able to wait until the imperial reinforcements arrived.
This defense method is very cruel because every defense point is destined to be dead, but Stryker has no choice.
In the Battle of Pandora, the changes of Pao Shangxing entered a new stage.