"What people?! Who the hell is it?! The commander was shouting in panic, and the instincts he had developed over the years of combat had made him feel a strong sense of unease at this moment. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"The ground attack team is divided into groups of three and three, shooting autonomously! The Air Strike Team breaks down walls and roofs to let the damn sun shine in! Fortunately, he had not lost his composure as a good commander, forced his composure, and immediately ordered.

But, after all, it was too late.

Boom, boom, boom.....

Boom, boom, boom.....

The rifles in the soldiers' hands kept shooting dazzling columns of energy, and the dilapidated factory buildings were bombarded with a loud bang, and pieces of rubble and iron flew everywhere with a powerful explosion. The dust was also raised high, making it even more difficult for the soldiers to see. At this point, they can only judge the vague approximate firing position through the thermal imaging of the electronic helmet.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh....

Because they could only faintly see a shadow shuttling back and forth quickly. Sometimes, the shadow even turned its head in the air against common sense, so that the soldiers could not even feel the rhythm of the shooting.

Soon some soldiers began to panic and shoot indiscriminately. They are all battle-hardened elites, but they still can't confront the inhuman monsters head-on.

Yes, they think that the enemy they are facing at this moment is a monster, which completely shakes their self-confidence, observation and judgment. At this time, they are no different from lambs to the slaughter.

"Don't panic, the other party is just a person, as long as you are hit by the energy pillar, you can't be safe." The commander tried to calm the panic of his soldiers, and he shouted with all his might.

But, to no avail, because the more terrifying screams came, and the soldiers began to suffer casualties.

The first screams came from the soldiers in the walls and in the air, far from the ground where they should have been safer, but now it was completely different. In the face of an enemy who is free in the air, they are all the more dangerous in any direction that can be attacked and sneaked up.

Rumble!

No sooner had one soldier dropped an energy bomb in the air on the roof of the delivery room than he felt a sharp foreign object pierce his throat from his back forward. He tried to struggle with a hideous face, but found that he was so powerless at the moment.

Hiss!

At the same time, he heard a faint sound of paper tearing. Then, he felt something on his forehead.

"Amen, may the glory of the Holy be upon you again!" It was the kind and gentle low voice just now, and it was the last voice he had before he lost consciousness completely.

Is he killing me? Why is the voice as gentle as my mother's?

It was the last question he thought about before the end of his life, and there was no answer.

There was another bang, and his body fell to the ground along with the rocks and iron sheets that had been blown off the roof of the factory.

And his death was only the beginning, and soon his tragedies began to be played out one after another on his comrades.

By this time, the walls and roof of the factory had opened multiple holes one after another, but the sunlight was still not enough for the soldiers to see the real enemy in front of them.

Ahh.......h

The screams came one after another, and the soldiers fell rapidly, their blood flowing on the ground, glowing with a dark red light, like black rose petals, with a strange bloody romance. It was as if their bodies, screams, and blood had fused together in a terrifying dark work of art.

Before they died, they all heard the same gentle whisper, "Amen, may the glory of the Holy be upon you again." At this moment, it was an era of complete atheism, and the birth and progress of super technology had made the slogan "beyond God" a subconscious instinct of everyone.

However, at least at this moment, these soldiers who were dying really hoped and prayed for the existence of the Holy Being.

"In the face of the fear of death, mankind will return to the bosom of the holy" was originally a verse of a light poet who was a fanatic believer in the Celestial Cult, but is it not the most correct truth?

Perhaps, this is exactly what their murderers have to do, with endless death, to pave the way for the return of the saint in his mind.

Yes!

Hiss.

It was the sound of the last soldier screaming and falling, and the only commander left of the assault team was left.

After the soldiers on the wall and in the air were eliminated, the ground was surrounded by a group of soldiers with their backs to each other, and they did not last long.

The opponent is super fast and agile, as if they are on a different level. Their shooting and dodging movements are like fat round ducks in the eyes of their opponents, not only slow, but also full of flaws.

Often, when they suddenly find that their opponent is close to them, and before they can pull the trigger, a sharp foreign object pierces their abdomen, heart, temples, throat and other vital parts, causing them to lose their lives instantly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The soldiers' temporary attempt to break down the walls and ceilings of the factory finally paid off, as large pieces of stone walls and iron sheets fell to the ground, and a large area of sunlight finally shone in, and their opponents finally showed their most primitive faces.

He has gray hair and kind eyes, but he is burly, muscular and muscular, and his eyes are clear, not at all like an old man.

He was dressed in a black Celestial God missionary robe, with a silver cross on his chest, and in his hand he held a copy of the Celestial Nerve that had been opened and most of it had been torn apart.

The most peculiar thing is that he has a gentle and kind smile on his face, exactly like the voice he spoke before.

At this moment, he was not far from the commander, smiling and looking at him kindly, as if he were looking at a lost lamb in desperate need of salvation, a lost child waiting for guidance, not an enemy in a life-and-death struggle.

This is a gentle and kind priest.

But it was this gentleness and kindness like a parent to his children, but the commander's eyes widened, and he was covered in cold sweat with horror.

In his years of combat career, the commander has seen countless enemies, all of whom are the most vicious.

But for some reason, he felt that no matter what kind of hideous and ugly face among these people was, it was no more terrifying than this gentle and kind face! Chills in my heart!!

He was originally an iron-clad warrior, but at this moment, he instinctively wanted to retreat and run away.

Run to this gentle and kind priest, out of sight.