His voice was as rough as a bellows, and the blood and fluid that kept coming up forced him to spit continuously. His face, which was young and handsome a week ago, had now become rough and rough.
"It's really...****.motherly..."
The cold and smooth blood slowly flowed down his cheek. Gallo wiped it hastily, but the scarlet traces left long traces on his face, turning it into a ferocious monster face.
That was not his blood, but the blood of his comrades. The blood of his dead comrades.
Lying behind Gallo at this moment were the bodies of soldiers from Fararro's Fourth Legion.
A week has passed since the support from the Fourth Army Corps arrived.
However, the battle situation eased at the beginning, and then continued to retreat.
The number of monsters coming up from the big crack seems to be endless, and they are becoming more and more crazy, and their postures are becoming more and more distorted. No matter how you kill them, it is useless. If you kill a group today, another group will appear tomorrow. Just...
Gallo himself has killed close to three digits of monsters.
However, those monsters don't seem to have any concept of battle damage, and their only purpose seems to be just to enjoy killing.
It's the same during the day and at night. They are attacking all the time, and the waves of monsters are beating continuously.
At first Gallo and the others still defended against danger, but on the third day they were forced to abandon the city due to the consumption of various materials and lack of personnel. Instead, they began to lay out a large number of traps while slowly retreating in search of peace with the enemy.
The troops gathered together and calmly fought guerrillas, trying to delay the attack of these monsters.
But everything seems to be in vain.
Pieces of the city were reduced to ruins, leaving only a very small amount of supplies. The people in the city also disappeared out of thin air, not even half a body was left behind.
They are cannibals.
Such an ominous thought appeared in Gallo's mind, but he couldn't believe it at all.
The city was swept by the legion of monsters, and it fell into complete silence like crops eaten by locusts. Going westward, except for a small number of monsters, they never encountered anyone else. It was as if the country had completely
It felt like it had been wiped out. The lifeless atmosphere in the deserted town made people despair.
But if that's all, that's fine.
Just yesterday, they were finally discovered by a scout army. The boring escape career kicked off the final curtain. In just one day, they killed more than 300 monsters and wiped out the scout army, but they
There are only nine people left in the team.
There were now less than ten of the three hundred regular soldiers and eighteen Templars. Except for himself and Sharna, even the last Templar took his last breath yesterday.
But they still haven't escaped from danger.
Being discovered by the scouts of these monsters meant that he was on the action route of a large army. As expected, without receiving a reply from the scouts, more than 400 monsters were released today.
Fortunately, it's just a monster.
Relying on the experience of surviving a near-death experience in a meat grinder, Gallo at this moment is no longer the same person as himself a week ago. If he is allowed to deal with himself a week ago, he can let his past self draw the sword.
He was immediately killed before.
Not only that, forced by the extremely dangerous environment, Gallo seemed to have developed unprecedented talents. It only took him a week to successfully advance to the Silver level. And the worst one among his friends had also reached the level.
At the silver level, some people have even touched the threshold of the gold level.
If they hadn't been involved in this natural disaster, this would have been enough to make them so happy that they lost their minds.
However, the rapid improvement of their abilities does not seem to be without any side effects.
When Gallo advanced for the first time in his life, he clearly remembered how the warm and great power improved his body and made it supplemented. If it were a careful tailor, stitch by stitch.
When the two pieces of cloth were sewn together, Gallo only felt severe pain during this week's progress.
It was like being hastily fixed by nails. This advancement was neither warm nor comfortable, and it even made Gallo feel that his eyes had undergone some kind of mutation.
From the appearance, Gallo's pupils contracted quite a bit, and even in the dark they only opened a little. This change reduced his ability to see in the dark, but his field of vision became much farther, and he could see very clearly.
Things happening far away.
If he is a benign mutation, then Sharna is undoubtedly a malignant mutation.
Her skin has the scales of some kind of fish creature. These scales are rough and unsightly. Their only function is to block the cutting damage of certain sharp objects. However, as a Templar, Sharna has no need to use such extraneous scales.
function.
After all, she was a girl. After she discovered her mutation, she hid and cried for a while. Although it was not obvious yet, it was only on her lower abdomen and thighs. But Sharna's too cool armor couldn't stop it at all.
He noticed the changes in her body. The originally gentle and sunny girl gradually became dark and cruel.
Gallo had a vague feeling.
This gradual separation from the category of human beings and the emergence of some signs of bloodline mutation in their bodies is probably the price of their rapid improvement in strength.
With the help of his eagle eye and the power of his companions, Gallo and his team fought and retreated, and managed to kill all the monsters. However, a teammate from the Fourth Legion accidentally had his head bitten off by the petrified scorpion tiger.
Blood poured out like a fountain, and Gallo was splashed with blood. But without any hesitation, he chopped off the beast's head with his backhand.
The team of nine members once again lost one person.
"My Tyr...why do you punish me like this..."
Gallo almost groaned and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with his own blood and internal organs fragments.
Then he knelt down, pressed his face against the cold cheek of his friend whom he had met for a short time but had established a deep friendship, and gently patted his cheek with his other hand: "Good boy, go to sleep. You can finally rest."
Come on. Have a good sleep...you will enter the kingdom of the elders, I swear."
Then after finishing speaking, he raised his face, looked at the deep night sky, moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and murmured disdainfully: "Huh... hell? Hell. ****. Mother's hell."
Then the remaining seven people came up silently and said goodbye to their friend one by one. Then they carried his body to the fireplace of a nearby house, threw it in, and treated it as a simple matter.
Even if it's burned to char, it's still better than being eaten by those monsters.
"Come on, guys... I think we have to get out of here as soon as possible."
"No, wait, Gallo. I have an idea..."
Staring at the corpses of his comrades slowly turning to ashes, a soldier said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Let's go up to them! How about we kill them?"
"My good friend, you have a really bad idea."
A fanatic smile appeared on the corner of Gallo's mouth: "But, I like it. Does anyone object?"
Everyone was silent.
They stared into the burning fire, their faces illuminated by the bright yellow flames mixed with the corpses.
They had no expression, no expression, as if they didn't hear Gallo's voice.
Gallo's lips flickered, and then he laughed heartily: "Very good, everyone passed it unanimously!"
That is the smile that people who walk on the edge of life and death can have.
They are now in an unprecedented desperate situation.
War is cruel. It is enough to turn a knight into a madman.
When it suddenly came to Gallo, Gallo could only see cruelty. There was no hope of victory. Even the possibility of escape was slim.
There is no hope, no warmth, no faith. Gallo's world is already composed of blood, despair and distortion.
In this case, it is better to die early. (To be continued.)
ps: Well, if nothing happens in the future, the second chapter will be after midnight, so those who go to bed early don’t have to wait... sf0916