The soldier took a deep breath and looked at his comrades beside him, trying to see their faces clearly, but in this dim and lightless world, the only light source seemed to be the blazing flames of war.
Their faces were covered by the shadows of their helmets and covered with wet mud, making them look miserable.
"Get back!"
The soldiers yelled at the others. The battle ahead was beyond the control of mortals. The demons broke through the defense line and fought with the rioters. Soldiers like them would only die if they stayed there.
It was a veritable battlefield. Amidst the constant roar of artillery fire, the buildings collapsed and turned into ruins. It was flooded by heavy rain and became a mountain of corpses.
"I said……"
The soldier still wanted to urge him, but as soon as he finished observing the battle situation, he turned around and saw a scarlet face.
The comrade stretched out his hand, probably wanting to push him away, but unfortunately, he no longer had the strength to do so.
The sharp claws were raised from under the water and pierced his chest. He reluctantly turned his head and saw a demon crushed under the rubble. Half of its body was gone, and its internal organs and minced meat were flowing out.
The ground, but it is still alive and delivers the fatal blow.
"ah!"
The soldier screamed, perhaps out of fear or anger. He poured out all his ammunition and beat the monster in front of him into a pulp.
Taking a deep breath, the cold air penetrated into the lungs, bringing true clarity.
There was no time to grieve at all. He got up in embarrassment and fled with all his strength. Behind him, steel and fireworks roared. Countless projectiles penetrated the flesh and blood, and then hit the ruins, splashing dust and gravel, and crackling.
Falling on the water.
The howling wind sounded, and a demon broke through the rain and fog, waving its sharp claws at the soldiers.
The shadow of death enveloped him, and his breathing stopped, but soon more explosive sounds covered up the demon's roar. The demon's body began to twist and burst, and a huge and sharp sword came from behind.
He broke open the demon's chest, swung it up hard, and cut off the entire upper body.
Blood fell like heavy rain, and in a sluggish moment, the Original Sin Armor stepped forward again, completely crushing the broken head, and a huge scarlet color spread on the water.
"Ha ha……"
The soldier gasped for air. He experienced life and death several times in just a few dozen seconds. It all happened too fast.
"Sir...sir?"
The soldier recognized the Original Sin Armor, which had the special mark of the Knight Commander on it. However, it was covered with stains and scratches, and he could barely identify it.
Gawain didn't respond. One hand of the original sin armor clenched the sword, and the other hand raised the armor's fire blunderbuss, igniting a stream of blazing fire on the street.
Behind the brilliant light, a dark figure shines.
More heavy footsteps sounded, and the clumsy Ufos blocked the street. They tried to reorganize their defense line. A few seconds later, a new round of shelling began.
Fire, explosion, impact.
Within sight, another building collapsed.
Gawain monitored the sound on the channel, but the response was only a noisy sound. Under the interference of erosion, he had not heard other people's voices for a long time.
They are fighting alone.
"Get out of here first! Soldier."
Gawain gathered some strength and spoke to the soldiers beside him, but except for the repeated sounds of fighting, no one answered his words.
The Original Sin Armor lowered his head slightly, and Gawain saw the soldier through the visor. He lay down half-ly, his face pale.
On his back, there was a huge scar, the flesh and blood burst open, revealing the bones.
No one knows when he was injured, or who caused the injury. It might be the demon's claws, or it might be flying shrapnel. In short, in this hellish battlefield, few people know that they are
How did he die?
Most people are like soldiers, roaring, fighting, and then dying in a daze.
Staring at Gawain with dull eyes, the soldier's body was gradually covered by the scarlet water, disappearing as if sinking into the deep sea.
There was no extra emotion, Gawain didn't even look at him.
The Original Sin Armor mechanically raised the sword and continued to move forward before the fuel was exhausted.
"Remember what those pastors said."
Gawain started talking to himself. In this situation, every time he spoke, he consumed a huge amount of energy, but he still couldn't stop talking, as if this could maintain his last sanity.
"Hell is the abode of sinners, with demons as their companions day and night."
The big sword smashed the demon together with the wall. After the original sin armor struck, he leaned on the big sword. At some point, the sharp sword was also full of gaps, like a heavy piece of iron, and only the smashed pieces were left.
Ability.
"But speaking more carefully, those pastors don't know what hell is like. After all, they are people who want to go to heaven. How can such people know what hell is like?"
Gawain muttered, a smile on his tired face.
He now knows what hell is like.
This is what it looks like in front of you.
Gawain hasn't felt like this for a long time, not that it's the coming of death, or the corpses all over the ground.
One familiar face after another left, and he should have been sad.
In the many years since he became the Knight Commander, he has been responsible for patrolling and hunting monsters, and he has wandered between life and death countless times.
Now all Gawain feels is simple numbness. Whether it is death, fireworks, demons or humans, they all seem to have lost their original meaning in this almost endless cycle of reincarnation.
This is hell, in the endless reincarnation, losing all emotions, leaving only insensitivity, like a confused living dead.
Now the only thing that supports Gawain to continue walking seems to be the orders from the purification agency. He is no longer a human being. He is just a machine that executes orders, a gear on a huge machine. Before it rusts to death and collapses,
Stubbornly carrying out orders.
He doesn't feel sad about this. As long as he is alive, more people will be saved from such disasters. At the same time, he is also very happy.
"Percival you are so lucky."
Gawain smiled bitterly.
The hordes of monsters overwhelmed the temporary defense line of the Ufo Tu, and most of them were intercepted by the rioters at the rear. However, a few of them rushed to Gawain's eyes. The Original Sin Armor raised his sword, but he still didn't move.
Can be cut off.
Gawain was thinking about what his colleague was doing at this moment. She should be lying comfortably on the hospital bed. Based on Gawain's understanding of Percival, she should be sleeping soundly at this time. After all, for her
This is a rare holiday.
As for not being able to sleep?
This is impossible. That guy has always been very generous. Even if the demon pushes to the edge of death row, she will sleep peacefully.
Sometimes Gawain really envied such guys, because they all lived a very relaxed life, and he must have seemed very heavy.
The demon's sharp claws were close before his eyes, and Gawain's expression was slightly dazed, but he became fierce again in the next second.
This is his illusion.
The seemingly exhausted body moved forward again, and the upright sword struck down the head, splitting the demon's head in one blow, along with the chest, lumbar spine and even the hip bones.
While the blood was flying, the original sin armor raised its sword horizontally, twisted its waist, and cut off the other demon in half with a horizontal slash.
He used all his strength in every blow, so fine steam overflowed along the armpits and waist of the Original Sin Armor.
"continue!"
He muttered.
Gawain cannot fall. If he falls, no one will be able to stop these demons. They will eat up all the citizens first, and then continue to penetrate deep into Old Dunling.
In this case, the core death row will not be spared, and the guy sleeping soundly on the hospital bed will need to take up arms again, even with a cane.
There is nothing we can do about it. The ease of some people will inevitably require the burden of others.
He scolded Percival for being heartless, but Gawain didn't mind this, and even said that he would rather bear it himself.
"Fill!"
The Original Sin Armor waved his hand, and more rioters advanced quickly. Most of them had scars on their bodies. After refilling their fuel behind, they returned to the battlefield again.
The sound of explosions was endless, because in a previous explosion, they directly destroyed the entire street. Now the ground has completely sunk in, turning into a small scarlet lake filled with different corpses.
"The supplies have arrived!"
The armed iron snakes stopped far behind. In this case, all the armed iron snakes were mobilized. They transported supplies and supported the defense line.
The antimemetic bullets were refilled, and the dense firepower network pushed back the demons that broke through again. The rioters stepped on the corpses, squeezing out scarlet liquid, and some climbed on the fallen iron skeletons.
.
Under the accumulation of corpses, many rioters and the remains of Ufo were gathered together, turning into an iron city wall.
"Force them back! Quick!"
Some rioters shouted loudly that this was a rare opportunity. The demon's offensive had been defeated again, and they wanted to regain the defensive line.
A piercing scream sounded, and a spiral spear passed through the line of sight, piercing an iron-armored demon. The force carried by the spearhead was so great that it not only shattered the entire chest, but also nailed it to the building nearby.
After experiencing so much bombardment, the building could no longer hold up and collapsed, completely burying the body.
Among the broken rubble, an anonymous person walked through and stopped. He saw a photo falling from the dust. But before he could see the person in the photo clearly, it was swallowed up by the scarlet water and disappeared without a trace.
"Anonymous people, is there anything else you can do? Stop hiding it."
The Original Sin Armor casually dragged up the remains of a Ufo. The armor of this thing was much thicker than the Original Sin Armor. It tore it off with force, and held the armor full of dents in its hands as a shield.
"Anonymous is no different from you. In the final analysis, we are just ordinary soldiers protected by antimemes."
An anonymous person answered Gawain's words, his face was covered with blood, and Gawain couldn't see his appearance clearly.
"So?" Gawain asked.
"So we're on our own."
Anonymous's reply was very cold. It may be that he was too tired to mobilize any emotions.
"What a pity..."
Gawain looked at the jumping figures in the sea of fire. They seemed to be endless and he could not kill them all no matter how hard he killed them.
"What's the regret about this?" Anonymous didn't understand, "Isn't this how we came here before?"
Gawain was slightly surprised, but his face mask covered his expression. All Anonymous could see was a scarred face mask.
"In this way, seemingly impossible-to-win wars continue again and again..."
Anonymous said, seeming to remember something.
"Do you always hope that something will save you every time you fall into such despair?"
"Indeed, we call that thing faith and ask the so-called gods to save us." Gawain replied.
"Did the so-called God come to save you?"
Anonymous asked, holding a folding knife and stepping on the corpse.
Gawain and the others stood together, like a row of lancers about to charge.
"Probably...no."
Gawain thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed not in his memory.
Although some people talk endlessly about gods and are extremely pious, in fact the so-called gods have never appeared once. Everyone is like this, believing in vain and then dying in the sound of prayer.
"Isn't that enough? Why should you attribute your own achievements to the so-called gods? It was obviously you who did it yourself."
Anonymous said again.
Gawain seemed to understand what he meant. He could smell the blood blowing in the cold wind, and a powerful enemy was close in front of him.
"yes."
He muttered to himself.
There is no need to expect others, Gawain will keep his way, just like he has done in countless battles.
The burst of roar shattered everyone's thinking, and everyone was left with only cruel instincts. They waved their weapons, set up shields, and countless gunfire ignited, colliding with the demons who had crossed the defense line.
The blade of the sword swung up, and the pieces of flesh filled the sky.
People from foreign countries gathered together, some wielding battle axes, and some chopping down swords.
The sharp claws rubbed against the armor, sparking a lot of sparks. Some rioters fell down, and some lost their arms, but they still stubbornly raised their fists and broke the demon's spine.
Antimemetic bullets traveled through the fierce battlefield, and the anonymous people were walking on the edge of death. The bullets accurately hit the demons one after another, completely killing them if they were still alive.
Gawain was at the forefront. He was like a rock cutting through the current. No matter how fierce the enemy was, he could not be shaken.
The sharp claws cut into the gaps in the armor, and he immediately clamped the joints and stuck them tightly, making it difficult for him to go any further. But more fangs fell down, and the demon with the head directly hugged the head of the original sin armor, and forcefully
Chewed on the visor.
You could clearly feel that the helmet was crushed, but soon the demon was eliminated by the rioters on the side. The helmet was pulled up with force, and Gawain's tired face was exposed.
The rain poured down on his face, making him unable to open his eyes. He could only hold up the fragments of armor to cover the heavy rain, and swung the sword tiredly until he killed all the monsters.
The blazing flash of light streaked across the sky, and it hung high above the sky. From the perspective of the flame holder, countless pieces of flesh, flesh, and iron skeletons could be observed gathered together. They were superimposed on each other, like a dam.