A path of explosive flames bloomed in the ranks of the Death Gods. The flames rose into the sky. Wherever the terrifying explosion shrouded each Death God, they were blown into bone powder!
A Taiwanese weapon soared into the sky, its machine gun chasing the god of death and firing all the way. The violent bullets were like raindrops, tearing each death to pieces and harvesting them!
The heroic spirits who were officers in life were even more excited. The heroic spirit who was a division-level officer in life and was named Yama after death laughed loudly: "Damn it, this is a war!"
He held the tablet computer that suddenly appeared in front of him and loudly shouted into the intercom: "First group, charge frontally, second group and third group, detour left and right, flank, don't let them escape!"
"The 135th Armored Regiment, advance with great power, crush them, cut through the middle of the death team, reach behind them, set up a machine gun position, and surround them!"
"Missile Forces, hit the edges of their ranks hard, hit the small groups of troops who have strayed from the line, force them to gather together, and let them move closer to the encirclement!"
Clear modern tactical instructions were instantly transmitted to the entire army through the intercom system. This was no longer a sickle war against each other. Daxia directly entered a modern war!
The soldier of the missile force returned to his familiar operating position with a fierce smile: "Death, the little flying stick is here!"
"Eat my little human flying stick!"
"Give the opponent a rocket!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The missiles, which were more than ten meters or even tens of meters away, soared into the sky with blazing fire, like sharp arrows rushing up into the gray sky, seeming to light up the sky.
Then he changed direction, swooped down, and exploded where the gods of death gathered!
This is humanity’s sharp arrow!
"kill!"
The soldiers roared and chased after them with their guns, and kept pulling the triggers. Two million Daxia heroes were actually chasing and killing 100 million walking gods of death!
This is a war across the ages!
Whether it's the shinigami protecting the temple or the walking shinigami, they all use the death sickle.
It's not that the Death Scythe is not powerful. The scythe with the rules of life and death can directly lock the soul and draw out the soul of the living as long as it is hooked.
Even the soul body cannot move as long as it is hooked by the sickle.
This is an ability that even higher artifacts do not have, and it is also a unique feature of the Temple of Death.
Even other gods would not dare to challenge a god of death holding a sickle.
But a sickle is still a sickle...
And how can human weapons be compared to the sickle!
Ordinary burned weapons may not be very effective against the God of Death. But these burned weapons have been fired by Buddhist disciples. Each one has Buddhist magic power, and can also deal real damage to the God of Death!
"kill!"
"Da da da!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
A cross-generational crush!
The bullets tore apart rows of reapers, and the explosion turned every skeleton and black robe into powder!
Humanity's modern weapons, against the sickle, are simply a dimensionality-reducing blow!
"Damn it, everyone is a soul, who is afraid of whom?"
"I'm still afraid of you, the God of Death, even if you die?"
"Whoever laughed loudly at me just now, stand up straight and smile again!"
The soldiers roared loudly and used the armored vehicles as mobile bunkers to pursue them with guns drawn!
Orcs, fox tribes, wolf tribes, etc. came to other planes, and the heroic spirits absorbed by the heroic spirits of Great Xia also roared and pursued them!
"Death, right? Look at my orc giant hammer!"
"boom!"
An orc heroic spirit waved r,pg, and the heavy barrel was swung like a giant stick, directly smashing a god of death into pieces!
"Hahahaha! Enjoyable!" The orc heroic spirit looked up to the sky and laughed, and smashed a death god with one stick again.
Daxia Yingling on the side had complicated eyes: "No, that's not how this weapon is used. Look at the trigger..."
The orc hero touched the trigger curiously.
"boom!"
The terrifying explosion directly shattered a piece of death dozens of meters away!
"Human weapons... are so powerful!" The orc Yinglin was happy, but then he swung the barrel again, smashed a death god, and grinned: "But it is more convenient to use it as a stick! Look at my orc giant hammer!"
Daxia Yingling: "..."
Another orc heroic spirit on the side also used r and pg as a stick. When he smashed the stick, the death god in front of him nimbly dodged sideways.
"Oh, missed!"
The God of Death sneered, raised his sickle, and was about to chop it down.
But he saw the orc heroic spirit grinning: "Do you think I hit or not?"
Death was slightly startled.
"boom!"
r,pg burst out with terrifying flames. Under the horrified gaze of the God of Death, the dark barrel of the r,pg used as a stick was facing him, with a dazzling missile inside charging towards him!
The God of Death's scalp was numb: "Damn it, isn't this a stick!"
Are you so unconventional?
"boom!"
The God of Death who had just escaped a stick was torn apart by a horrific explosion!
"This stick is so powerful!" The orc hero weighed it with satisfaction, pg.
In Daxia's team, those wearing red cloaks and the red gods of death who were absorbed by Daxia's heroic spirits also threw away their once proud scythes and picked up human weapons!
"Kill!"
At this moment, they were extremely convinced that they had made the right choice!
"Fortunately, we betrayed the Temple of Death in the first place! We took refuge in humans!"
"Yes! Otherwise, we would be the ones being chased now!"
"Kill!"
"Weak God of Death, look at human weapons!"
"In what age do you still use sickles? Use guns! Guns!"
"Da da da!"
These red gods of death rushed forward with their guns, not caring at all that those black-robed gods of death were once their comrades!
after all.
“The proletarians will win!”
The Red Death shouted loudly, as if a ball of flame was burning in the skeleton's body.
There is even a red god of death who burst into tears while shooting his former compatriots with a gun: "Don't hate me, I don't want to either!"
"It's better to put down your weapons, lie down on the ground, and surrender on the spot!"
"We are brothers and sisters of the proletariat. We should be a family! I was also oppressed by the Temple of Death. Think about it, the Temple of Death enslaved us but never paid us!"
"Join our resistance! Stop being stubborn!"
Under the horrific explosions and shootings, those Death Gods could only flee in panic.
"Run!"
"Fall back!"
"Damn, these humans..."
The gods of death panicked and yelled and retreated. A god of death suddenly stopped and looked at the gods of death who were blown to pieces by the explosion, and then looked at the humans who were chasing after them with guns. He gritted his teeth and said: "Damn, how can we, the gods of death, do this?"
Being chased and killed by ant-like human souls!”
"Where is the face of my Death Temple!"
"We have 100 million walking reapers! As long as they dare to fight, as long as they rush close, it doesn't matter how good their guns are!"
"We are the God of Death! We have the dignity of the God of Death! I, the God of Death, have always harvested others, but no one has ever harvested us, the God of Death, like crops!"
He suddenly stopped, raised his sickle, and rushed towards the humans who were chasing after them with guns drawn: "Those who are not afraid of death, follow me to fight back!"
"Fight for the dignity of Death!"
For a moment, the walking gods of death who were escaping in a hurry stopped one after another and looked at the god of death rushing back alone, with flames burning in their eyes.
yes!
We are the gods of death!
The reaper of life!
Even the gods from other temples tremble when they see us!
Why do these humans dare to harvest us!
Their eyes were shaking, they were staring at the death scythe in their hands, and looked up at the back of the death god who was rushing towards the human army alone.
"I..." A god of death also raised his sickle, gritted his teeth and was about to rush after him.
But the next moment.
"boom!"
The explosion roared, and a cannonball hit. The God of Death, who was shouting slogans and charging at humans with a sickle, was directly enveloped in the terrifying fire.
It just disappeared in an instant, and the surrounding soil turned into a big pit.
There were no bone fragments left, only a dark crater.
The majestic God of Death turned into black smoke, everywhere.
For a moment, the God of Death, who originally wanted to form a group to resist, was stunned and swallowed silently at the scene in front of him.
Although the God of Death is immortal and can be put back together after a period of time after being blown to pieces, but... this looks too miserable!
How painful it would be to be blown into powder!
The gods of death looked at the soldiers firing guns, the armored vehicles and tanks roaring in pursuit, as well as the roaring cannons in the distance and the fighter planes hovering in the sky.
Look at the sickle in your hand again.
They all swallowed with complicated expressions.
"Well, let's run..."
"Yes, what is the dignity of the god of death? He who knows the current affairs is a hero..."
"Stop being so pushy, I'll run away first if you don't. That heavy cannon seems to be aimed at me!"
They also understood that facing that kind of human weapon, they, the gods of death, did not even have a chance to charge forward with their sickles!
For a moment, the gods of death held their sickles high and ran backwards!
Behind you, soldiers roared, machine guns sprayed, heavy artillery roared, tanks roared, and fighter planes dived!
Continuous explosions and harsh gunshots seemed to shatter the world!
The war that was originally one-sided suddenly became tilted again.
Two million Daxia heroic spirits are howling in this plane of death, chasing after the 100 million walking gods of death that should surround them!
And the other side.
The three Death Gods who were rushing towards the Compassionate Master also suddenly stopped.
The compassionate master held an ak in one hand, looked at the three death gods with compassion, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, don't the three donors want to hit me?"
His hands shook, and the gun bolt rattled.
Above the ak, the Buddha's light surrounds him, and the swastika seal appears behind Compassion, just like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva reappearing!
It's just that this compassionate Bodhisattva has two more aks...
"Hmph, I really thought that with human weapons, you could compete with us!"
A god of death snorted and rushed away!
Scythe chops!
The next moment, compassion pulled the trigger.
“Da da da da!!”
Flames burst out from the muzzle, bullets surrounded the Buddha's Light Dharma Seal like raindrops, and golden light burst out!
