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.
He did nothing and had nothing.
There is nothing he can do.
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.
Even in the fiercest fight to the death, it was chanting them in a low voice, non-stop and without any logic.
As if he had stepped on something, he fell to the ground and no longer had the strength to get up.
He looked at the gun and thought of its origin. It happened so long ago that he thought he had forgotten it.
Everything about him was lost.
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.
——————
He has nothing left.
Joy filled Andrews' heart.
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.
He tightened his grip on the gun in his hand and supported himself to stand up, just fighting like this, staring blankly at everything burning in front of him.
It’s done.
Whether it's a position, a bridge, or Tigray...
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.
"Yes, that's it! Fight! Kill!"
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.
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.
Route 18.
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.
All are burning.
"boom--"
Latobis staggered at the entrance of the bridge. The thoughts in his brain were chaotic and distorted. He thought of the current scene for a while, and then thought of Tigray, his only brother, and their last farewell.
A concerned look from Tigray before he was taken for treatment.
Gunshots rang out and blood spilled out, staining the map on the table red and soaking every inch of the land in blood red.
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.
Then, he died.
Beginning on Terra, he has served the great Lord of Mankind for a century.
Blood, blood everywhere.
Andrews stood up and gripped his sword.
They are all dead.
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.
He always knew this day would come.
When the steps of Ran Dan's soldiers sounded like they were only a few meters away, he made up his mind.
[Overlord Carmen] kept laughing wildly, laughing, and laughing. It dragged its blade and ran into the two whirlwinds of destruction without any fear.
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.
It wasn't until the tall, swaying figure walked out of the thick fog step by step that he suddenly understood.
Then, it came.
The eighteenth fatal wound.
"For The Emperor!"
He held his gun, the only thing he had.
He neither wanted to escape nor do anything else. He just stood here, watching countless trenches and bunkers disappear completely in the thick smoke.
Despair, despair everywhere.
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.
The huge hunting dog head had completely occupied its chest and lower abdomen, baring hundreds of extremely sharp teeth and constantly drooling with blood-hungry saliva.
Only this gun.
No, it is no longer [Overlord Carmen].
"Blood...come...let us bleed..."
"Blade! Chainsaw! Axe!"
Finally, he remembered.
Because at the same time as this fatal blow was struck, something that could surpass all of Andrews' imagination appeared vividly before his eyes.
As it spoke, its pupils were once again filled with blood.
But this joy only lasted for a moment.
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.
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.
it's time.
——————
This cannon fodder that no one cares about, this powerless mortal, thus launched the last resistance in this war, which may be meaningless or may be of extraordinary significance.
Think about it, think about it carefully, what Tigray said back then.
Poor Tigray…
"Skull...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.
"Boom——"
A steady stream of blood flowed out 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 fortunately, he seems to be able to do another thing.
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.
So does his chest.
Hanging from its waist were row after row of heads, some human, some Randan, and two blood-stained helmets of the Angel of Death.
All died.
Because of these fucking aliens!
Because of these fucking wars!
He only has one thing.
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.
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.
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.
From the broken ditch at the beginning, to being beaten by Ran Dan and losing his armor, to hiding in the wilderness, and finally to this burning place.
"What a great opponent. You remind me of those things that are most memorable...heads...skulls...blood..."
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 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.
…for…for…
Latopis was trembling and shuddering. His sweat glands were constantly dripping water, constantly wetting the already dirty clothes. His teeth were trembling and constantly colliding with each other. His right arm
The pain was severe, as if insects were swarming inside.
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.
——————
Andrews counted almost desperately.
As for Carmen, the once great [Overlord], his head was swaying from side to side on his shoulders like a fragile leaf. He was so thin compared to the big hunting dog that turned against guests. Only those scarlet eyes, and then
It has not returned to its original appearance.
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.
It groaned, groaning for something it didn't desire.
All disappeared.
[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 for it, this seems to have no effect at all.
Skull, blood, honor, battle.
But all of this, everything, is not an obstacle.
There is only one thing he can do.
They are far less fearless.
What kind of monster is that? It seems to be several meters high. Under an ugly head, there is a huge hound head, which is constantly roaring and barking. When it roars, the one above
The head was also shouting something loudly.
【Overlord Carmen】......
What blows from the wind is endless laughter.
He stood there for maybe one minute or ten minutes.
For a moment, he couldn't figure out this problem.
He roared, shouted, and charged.
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.
Everything about him is gone.
He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have enough courage to do this.
Everything is burning.
The muzzle of the gun was inserted into his mouth, aimed at his throat and brain.
But struggling, Latobis still forced himself to raise his head, looking at the sky and the distance.
Now……
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.
Everything is burning.
Those aliens were so terrifying and cruel, how could he possibly fight them?
And everything just stems from the whisper of this tall alien.
But it is meaningless and useless.
His arms were shaking.
But what can a gun do?
He gripped the gun tightly with both hands.
The last resistance.
"For The Emperor!"
He continued to roar and charged towards the invincible monster.
The roar was disturbed by the wind, kept breaking, kept flying, and finally merged into the billowing smoke and blood mist above the battlefield, becoming silent again.