Rimbaud capital, underground bomb shelter.

"Hey, hey, here, the 98th Division of the Eighteenth Army, our army has been defeated, Rimbaud has fallen, we need support, we need support......"

"The message has been received, please be patient, persistence is victory. ”

“Fu*ck you！”

The phone was slammed down.

......

The entire capital of Rambobang is covered with gunsmoke and broken walls.

The fragile defense line established by the European Union in Eastern Europe is as fragile as a piece of tissue paper under the impact of several barbarian gods, which can be broken with a single stab.

The powerful mobility made the unresponsive garrison completely unable to react, and the army was routed on all fronts, and in just a few hours, several states fell one after another, like a nightmare that could not be woken up.

The city, which had just been destroyed, seemed incredibly quiet, and the streets were deserted.

Just a few hours ago, it was bustling with people.

Kafelnikov took a few pictures of the corpse of a baby trampled to death by the crowd on the ground, and then cautiously walked forward.

He was covered in dust, his face was stained with dried blood, and he was full of embarrassment.

He was a war correspondent, and as a high-risk profession, he always felt that God favored him.

He has been to the battlefield of Yanzhou, he has gone deep into the occupied area, he has filmed the fierce and cruel war scenes between barbarian gods and humans, and he has also filmed mushroom clouds blooming on the battlefield.

But every time he comes back alive, he believes that this time will be the same.

The army he followed had already broken down in morale and fled before they could see the barbarian god, leaving him alone.

However, he didn't care.

There's nothing to worry about!

A war correspondent with depth and an independent personality will be welcomed by no soldier, but it is possible to shoot a black gun.

Kafernikov laughed at himself in his heart.

It's not a joke, he's been shot black.

Many war correspondents, not from the enemy in front, but from stray bullets in the back.

The ugliness of human nature on the battlefield is dramatically magnified, and killing people is just a simple pull of the trigger for soldiers.

The reason is simply that you shoot something you shouldn't be shooting.

No one pursues it, and it can't be investigated, because you can't tell which bullet is fired from the muzzle, and it's all too normal to die on the battlefield.

A few plastic bags fluttered in the wind on the road, and the bustling city now feels dilapidated and desolate.

He picked up a bunch of sausages from the ground that had fallen from someone, carefully patted the dust off it, and put it in the backpack behind him.

The war seemed to be over, but he knew it had just begun.

What's going to happen here?

Just like any other occupied area, it will be locked off from the outside, with wars, nuclear explosions, food shortages, internal chaos, conflicts, deaths, and ...... Re-establish order, an order established by barbarian gods.

Even he didn't know if he would live until that time.

"Damn barbarians?"

He held his camera and pointed at the wind-blown European Union flag on a dilapidated building in the distance.

At this time, his face was stunned.

Then my heart beat violently, and my breathing became heavy.

"Damn...... Damn!"

Kafelnikov muttered to himself, his arms trembling as he scrambled to adjust the focus of the camera.

I saw that in the distance, a firelight pierced the sky like a meteor, and it was rapidly approaching here, and the waves of air brought by the terrible speed even rolled the clouds above.

"Protect your people, O God!"

As he filmed, he kept backing away, and soon shrank into the corner of the building.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a depressing aura spread like the sky.

It made him tremble.

At the same time, a grand voice came from afar:

"Evil Thing...... Haha, look what I found, there are evil things in this world, let the great god of casting give you destruction. ”

Flying with the aurora borealis.

A glorious, two-headed and four-armed giant flew in from afar.

Hiding in the corner, Kafelnikov was terrified, as a war correspondent, he was no stranger to the lingua franca of another world, but his head couldn't react to these words.

What's going on?

That one...... Isn't it a barbarian god?

"There's too much nonsense, go die. ”

As soon as the words fell, the situation suddenly changed, and just now he was still a high-spirited, amazing casting god, as if he felt a great crisis, he screamed as if he was frightened, as if he wanted to escape.

But the next moment, his body was enveloped by a blinding bright light.

"Ah......h

His heart was like an ice cellar.

Blind yourself!?

But he didn't dare to wail, tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and cowered in the corner.

Time passed minute by minute, and I don't know how long it was.

At this time, a gust of wind blew through his face, dispelling the heat and the burning pain in his body.

An abrupt voice came to his ears.

"You're a journalist?"

Kafelnikov was startled and subconsciously opened his eyes.

The expected blindness did not appear, and even the sting caused by the bright light disappeared, and he saw a handsome young man who was not like a mortal, half a meter above the ground, slightly suspended, like a god descending.

"You...... You...... You ......" Kafelnikov's eyes widened the more he looked at it, and he looked incredulous: "You are...... His Excellency God Chen. ”

Chen Shouyi nodded lightly and said in English: "It's me, your injuries are okay, right?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay, I'm okay!" Kafelnikov nodded excitedly.

"I've fixed your camera for you, it's dangerous here, so let's hide in a bomb shelter. After Chen Shouyi finished speaking, he was ready to leave, there were several barbarian gods waiting for him to deal with.

“G...... Your Excellency God Chen, I ...... I know this request is a bit presumptuous and a waste of your precious time, can you allow me to take a picture?" Kafelnikov stammered.

During the war, ordinary people took pictures and took pictures, but God Chen had the right to portrait.

Alas, there really can't be helped!

Chen Shouyi had no choice but to stop: "Then hurry up." ”

"Good, good!" Kafelnikov said in a loud voice, picking up his camera and scrambling to press the shutter.

Seeing that the other party was almost shooting, Chen Shouyi turned around and flew into the sky.

"Boom!"

After flying a few hundred meters, his speed suddenly increased, and a shockwave erupted in midair.

In the process, Kafelnikov held the camera, kept pressing the shutter, and trembled with excitement until he could no longer see it, and then he stopped.

There are not many photos of God Chen, most of them are influenced by interviews and speeches, but there is not a single scene like this fierce "quasi-battle".

He already had a premonition that he was going to make a name for himself in journalism.

"These pictures must be circulated as soon as possible. ”