The gray sky is the base color of the end times, but for the United States, this gray color has largely disappeared as early as five years after the end of the world.

Because, in the last five years, there were no more mutants in the land of America.

In other words, it is officially determined that the purge of this continent can be over.

However, today, there is a resurgence of swords on this continent.

"Boom, boom......!"

The mechanized forces of mankind have once again played the leading role after withdrawing from the main stage of history.

Various weapons that had been thrown into warehouses to accumulate dust after mass production of the Mechanical Sentinel, or even thrown into the factory, were to be melted down and used as materials for the manufacture of the Sentinel.

Machine guns, anti-aircraft guns, cannons, and even bulky tanks were transported to the battlefield.

Hundreds of thousands of troops had been gathered from nowhere, their uniforms were not uniform, and if there was a charge, the firemen in the back would most likely injure friendly troops.

However, there is not so much to do at this time.

Smoke and dust had risen on the horizon in the distance, and the enemy's posture was already in sight.

It was a giant steel serpent, its sinking body was thousands of meters long, and it had nine heads, each of which was terrifying.

"Warning! The bombs dropped by our flying column did not penetrate the enemy's armor!

Commanders on the battlefield shouted loudly over communicators.

"Ground mechanized troops! Charge! No matter what method you use! Hold it for at least half an hour! Rear support is almost there! Remember! No need to save ammunition!"

The sound of the chariot and horses, I don't know what kind of expression the chariot will have at this moment.

There were thousands of combat vehicles, heavy tanks, light tanks, armored vehicles, and even rocket vehicles, and this formation was just to delay the pace of the strange snake.

What kind of monster would that be......

The commanders who hid in the rear, in the highest position, were well aware of their mission.

They're just here to stall for some people.

There will be no mission backup here, the only backup is the minefield that is placed hundreds of miles behind the battle formation, and when this force is exhausted, that minefield will be the last speed bump.

"Privileged Class ......"

The commander-in-chief gritted his teeth and swallowed back the words that were never allowed to be spoken.

He was a soldier, even though he hadn't felt the smell of war for years, and he hadn't even commanded any army for decades.

A soldier's duty is to obey, and no matter how ridiculous the instructions he received from his superiors and how much they require him to pay, he must meticulously carry them out.

Even if he was asked to die, as a soldier, he could not object.

"For glory!"

Swallowing his grumbling, the Commander yelled loudly into the communicator.

"Boom ......"

The mechanized troops set out, and there was a volley of artillery fire, and at such a long distance, it was impossible for 80 percent of the shells to miss.

However......

"Shhh

The nine mouths of the long-headed snake suddenly hissed at the same time.

Nine white horses erupted from its mouth, and this one grew when it saw the wind, and in just a few breaths, a curtain of light formed that enveloped a quarter of the sky.

No, it wasn't a light curtain, and if anyone could stand close, they would see that the 'light curtain' was made up of countless white tentacles.

It's a wall, a wall of white tentacles, the roots of old trees, impermeable.

"Poof~!"

The attack from the army was instantaneous, as if the first shell fell on the 'light curtain' the next second the 'light curtain' appeared.

There were no loud noises and explosions as expected, not even a serious sound effect.

When the cannonball hit the 'light curtain', it fell into the water like a pebble, without even the slightest ripple.

This is just the first one.

The commander, who was watching the situation on the battlefield from the rear, thought so.

But soon he didn't think much of it.

"Puff puff puff ......!"

Immediately after the Pioneers, countless cannonballs rained down on the 'light curtain', and like their predecessors, they still produced only that level of movement.

This 'light curtain' composed of tentacles has not even moved its position under the shelling, but if someone can observe it from the side at this moment, then he will find that behind the 'light curtain', the tentacles are constantly wriggling, and bursts of fluctuations are constantly transmitted from the 'light curtain' back to the snake's head, and then from the snake's head into the snake's body.

Although the strange snake was unscathed, the ground beneath it had cracked a lot.

Has all the fire poured on the 'light curtain' been transferred underground by it?!

After all, it is a modern war, and the commander's perspective is still very open, so they keenly observed this, and then summarized this detail to the commander-in-chief.

"Air Force!How long is the next wave of bombing?!"

The cracked earth gave him hope, and he felt that the enemy he was facing this time was not invincible.

"Report! It looks like there are still ten minutes to go back!"

"Ask for a nuclear strike! Burst in from the side in ten minutes! Fight to blow the enemy over! Its length is the biggest flaw!"

The commander-in-chief's insight was extraordinary, so he made a very decisive decision.

The magnates have already walked on the road of absconding, even if this continent falls, they will not be harmed in the slightest, but the soldiers at the bottom should also have a hope of 'life'.

The commander-in-chief subconsciously turned his head and looked into the corner of the sky.

In the distance, there was a white smoke that reached into the sky.

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"Impossible...... Impossible...... How can there be such a monster...... Impossible......"

The blonde youth was no longer in that isolated chamber.

He was now shackled with his hands and feet, escorted by several soldiers, and sat in a car that was supposed to transport criminals.

He was muttering to himself, but the soldiers around him couldn't hear him.

For this man was not only shackled, but he was also wearing a bulky restraint suit - or, to put it more bluntly, a 'coffin armor'.

The iron virgin-like structure makes the young man feel extremely laborious to even move a finger.

"No, let me out! I'm not going to fail!"

The muttering state of distraction did not last long in the youth's body, at least he had recovered from it before the car reached its destination.

He violently struggled in the 'coffin' that had trapped him.

His force was so strong that the heavy 'coffin armor' began to shake, the steel chains used to hold the 'coffin armor' creaked, and several soldiers rushed to pounce on it, using their bodies to suppress the vibration of the 'coffin armor'.

"Calm down, Sir Roger!"

One of them shouted.

There was a sense of fear in his voice, as if in his consciousness this 'coffin' could not trap its contents.