The remaining Templar knights stood on a bell tower. They blocked the upward path, raised their guns, and kept firing downwards, shooting down all the demons who tried to climb up the wall.

Everyone is afraid, everyone is anxious, they are exhausted, and they are running out of ammunition.

Looking up, the entire Feilengcui was engulfed in raging flames of war, as if the end of the world was coming. Except for the sound of wailing, there was nothing left under the night sky.

"I...we're almost out of ammunition."

A Templar knight retracted his body and sat down against the wall, trembling with the gun in his arms.

The other Templar knight trembled, slowly stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and revealed several bullets.

"Those monsters grind their teeth to suck blood and are greedy... They will tear us apart alive, dismember our bodies, and eat us bit by bit, leaving no bones left."

He stared at the bullet in his hand, and his voice became hoarse. In the end, he could no longer say anything. He could only stare blankly at the surface of the bullet. On the smooth brass shell, his body was vaguely reflected.

Distorted face.

There was a clear sound coming from outside, like some sharp object penetrating the wall, squeezing against the gravel, making a fine, tooth-grinding sound.

Waves of deep breathing lingered in my ears.

"Here they come."

A Templar knight stretched out his hand, took a bullet from the raised palm, loaded it into the gun, loaded it, and then put the muzzle of the gun against his chin.

Big drops of sweat mixed with dirty blood flowed down, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and he muttered some unintelligible words.

He couldn't stand this kind of hell anymore. Instead of being devoured by demons, he would rather die on his own.

It was like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from, and now he could be freed from this nightmare by just pulling the trigger.

Yes, facing the darkness may require great courage, but if you just want to escape, all you need is a little force with your index finger.

With this thought in mind, he pulled the trigger.

The roaring gunfire sounded, and the bullets hit the big bell, which sounded a loud and distant toll. The sound was so shocking that several people were stunned for a while.

At the critical moment, another Templar threw him down, stopped his actions, and pulled him back from the brink of death. He sat on the suicidal man's body, and then gave him a hard slap in the face.

"What the hell are you thinking!"

The Templar knight cursed the coward in front of him, and the coward huddled on the ground, trembling and crying. No matter how hard the opponent beat him, he had no reaction.

"Quiet!"

Someone shouted, he lowered his body and said to others.

"Listen carefully!"

"What's wrong?"

Several people looked at him in confusion, and then their expressions froze.

They heard it.

It was an indescribable sound that they had never heard before. It seemed like some huge thing was advancing at high speed. It cut through the heavy wind waves and cumulus clouds, and rushed towards them with lightning and thunder.

What kind of thing could produce such a sound? They couldn't figure it out, it was completely beyond their imagination.

But soon they found the source of the sound, and they raised their heads in unison and looked at the red night sky.

"Come...come."

Someone said tremblingly, and the next moment the red-hot night sky was crushed by heavy objects, and the thick cumulus clouds scattered around like broken masonry.

An inverted vortex seemed to appear in the night sky. The dark and ferocious shadow was like a giant whale diving in the sea, smashing everything that stood in its way and stirring up thousands of meters of clouds and mist.

The loud whistle sounded through the night sky, warning, like a whale song.

Then open your eyes.

The moment it left the sea of ​​clouds, the Navigation to Dawn turned on all its searchlights, and huge beams of light fell one after another, like a demon suddenly emerging from the night space, its huge burning eyes peeping at the earth.

"Everyone, Feileng Cui has fallen. It's time to take it back from the hands of the demon."

Zuo Tang stood in front of the observation window, and the burning jadeite came into his eyes.

"Watson, please help us."

Zuo Tang called, and then the huge erosion completely covered the Dawn, and Watson used himself as the hub to connect everyone's [gap].

The artillerymen were stunned for a while, but soon they got the message from Watson, moved the muzzle, and targeted the area where the demons gathered on the surface.

It may be difficult to observe the location of these monsters from high altitude, but with Watson's help, all the fog is dispersed and exposed to the sun.

"Fire!"

As the order was given, the gun barrels stretched out from both sides of the Dawn, and after a brief pause, the bombardment began.

The Templars could only see countless streams of fire falling from the night sky. Just like the disaster written in the "Gospels", the sky was filled with rain of fire.

Destroying buildings and burning down streets, the demons were unable to escape the wrath of industry. They were overturned by the impact of explosions, shattered metal tore them apart, and then the monstrous fireworks turned them into ashes.

A round of intensive fire completely destroyed several concentrated monster waves. The Navigation Dawn continued to sink as close to the surface as possible. It was not until the Geiger counter sounded an alarm that it stopped rising and falling, maintaining this fixed altitude and continuing to move forward.

.

"A breeding ground for monsters..."

Facing this burning hell, Zuo Tang only trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down and gave the order coldly.

"The battle begins!"

Zuo Tang's voice sounded on the radio, and at the same time, the cabin door slowly opened, and the strong wind poured into the cabin along the gap. The wind pressure rolled against the ears, leaving only a vast noise.

The firelight from the ground shone into the cabin, illuminating the rugged and silent armors, which were ready to go.

"Don't die, everyone."

Lorenzo stood at the deepest part of the cabin, staring at his colleagues in front of him, and extended his most sincere blessings to them.

"Of course!"

Shrike's voice rang in the channel, and the weapons division waved to a few people. As an advance unit, it did not stay for too long. After saying goodbye, it quickly jumped out, broke away from the Navigation Dawn, and fell into the burning hell below.

Group after group of riot suppressors followed the weapons master and descended downwards.

One after another ferocious figures fell, and a few seconds later the huge parachute bag unfolded, like a blooming white flower, which stopped the rapidly falling figures. However, the weapon master was obviously a little impatient. He did not wait for a normal landing at all, but when he was almost close to the ground,

Then he swung his sharp sword, cut off the cables under him, and fell heavily to the ground, raising dust.

The rioters who followed also imitated the weapons master's actions, speeding up their descent, occupying the streets of Feilengcui, and then opened fire.

"Then... what are those things..."

The Templar knights were hiding in the bell tower, watching the demons descending from the sky. They were wearing heavy iron armor, breathing hot steam, and streams of fire burst out from the guns in their hands, easily destroying the flesh and blood of the demons.

melt through.

Suddenly, a gaze fell on the Templar Knight. He knew clearly that those steel demons saw him, and then blossoming sparks bloomed in his eyes.

The dense thermite bombs hit the clock tower, but the target was not the Templar knights, but the demons lingering under the clock tower. They were beaten to pieces, and in the end only their remains were left, dying.

The tall figure slowly approached and crushed their heads with one foot, leaving blood everywhere.

"Keep suppressing, we're going to take over this neighborhood!"

Shrike gave the order indifferently, looking at the Navigation Dawn above the night sky. It was still heading towards the Seven Hills. The warning whistle kept sounding, followed by countless parachute bags.

Fall along its trajectory.

"Let's go! Anonymous!"

Sa Liangxi cheered. She had heard about the existence of the Yin Erweg Sky Cavalry, but she never thought that one day she would be able to experience it all in person.

She put on her equipment, grabbed the rope, and jumped straight away. Along with her came the unknown elites.

These elites were all selected by Zuo Zhen. They thought they would all be lost in the dispute with Roger, but with the efforts of all parties, the casualties were kept to a minimum, and these people were able to participate in this final war.

They carry antimemetic weapons and try to gradually regain the lost Feileng Cui.

Shao Liangye stood on the edge of the hatch. He turned around, glanced at Lorenzo from a distance, waved to him, said nothing, and fell backwards toward the hell below.

Lorenzo was sitting in the deepest part. As the Sail to Dawn advanced, more and more troops were deployed, and there were fewer and fewer people in the cabin. Soon he seemed to be alone.

"It's time for me to go."

Eve came over, stretched out her hand, pinched Lorenzo's face gently, and tried to put on a bad smile.

Ever since the Sail to Dawn set sail, Lorenzo had been gloomy and silent for a while. No one knew what he was worried about.

"I know that our efforts cannot change the outcome. Only you, Lorenzo Holmes, can decide it all."

As Eve spoke, she scratched Lorenzo's head and arranged his hair in various messy ways.

Lorenzo raised his head slightly and looked at Eve. He sighed helplessly and said to Eve.

"Time flies so fast."

"What's wrong?"

"I think back then I was just a detective who wanted to make money, and you were a detective who wanted to become a full-time detective."

Perhaps because Lorenzo's words brought back memories, Eve's eyes also lost focus for a while, and she said softly.
To be continued...