The Devil Soldiers occupy the exit of the market, and anyone who wants to leave, whether they are members of the Resistance or not, will be targeted. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Grim Reaper bared its fangs, and the assault rifle began to harvest life.

It doesn't matter if you are a majestic man or a delicate celebrity, you will be treated equally in front of the murderous nail.

The faux marble floor was smeared with viscous plasma, turning into a dark red road to hell.

I was faced with a choice between rescuing the Resistance.

It's dangerous to make a shot here.

Not only do you have to fight with a large number of devil soldiers, but you also have to beware of attacks from residents who don't know the truth.

But if I don't come to the rescue, I may never find the rest of the resistance.

What's more, as a regular soldier, I can't ignore the danger of my comrades-in-arms and watch from the sidelines.

I swore a long time ago that I would never let this happen again.

With a nervous mood, I approached the rising devil soldiers in a roundabout way.

Isshiki's light infantry equipment, with the assistance of a light exoskeleton, the devil soldiers are almost invincible against civilians.

Panicked residents are bumping around. From time to time, you can hear screams, which are the screams of someone who has been shot and fallen to the ground.

The scene I saw when I got close to the inner circle made my eyes split.

The devil soldiers were extremely ferocious, not only did they not spare the unarmed people, but also men and women, young and old, became the targets of their killing.

What's more, even the vigilantes were targeted for massacres.

I could imagine a face smiling wildly beneath the armor.

"Sure enough, you don't treat us as human beings, these fuckers!"

Uncontrollable anger erupted. I just felt like my mind was blank, and my vision was blood-red. The feeling of déjà vu has been there in the battle in the haze.

I crave to fight and kill, and even envy the devil soldiers who are shooting wildly.

Envy that they have efficient tools for killing, and envy that they can harvest life at will.

I wondered how I could be reminded of my obligations as a soldier in this state.

Maybe the moment I lose my mind completely, I'll become a real murderer.

What little sanity I had left forced me to stop.

You can't be reckless, you have to plan first.

I'm not much better than armed civilians right now. The assault rifle on the shoulder is just a pretense, and as long as they don't crack the enemy's identity system, their weapon can't be used.

The only weapons I have now are automatic pistols for self-defense, and most of the magazines are empty.

It's a joke to rely on this gun to eliminate the five heavily armed devil soldiers.

Without the blessing of strengthening bones, it is impossible to fight hand-to-hand with devil soldiers.

It's not that no one wants to get close to this group of demons, but that all those who dare to approach them will die no more slowly than being hit by a nail when faced with three times more strength than ordinary people.

The figure quickly pounced on the nearest devil soldier.

He started from a tricky point of view, and by the time he was noticed, he was less than three meters away from the other party.

This man is the stout young man who just pushed me.

He was sprinting at a disproportionately fast speed, and he was holding an iron rod in his hand as a weapon.

When the devil soldiers found him, it was too late to stop the stout young man from approaching.

The sound of the collision could even be heard clearly from my location, and the ghost soldiers were pushed out by force for more than half a meter.

Without the help of an exoskeleton, the strength of a strong young man is considerable.

The iron rod he swung out at the same time was caught by the devil soldiers, and the two were in a state of wrestling for a while.

This is the end of the attack effect of the strong youth. The devil soldier, who was not dominant in stature and was even half a head shorter, under the frightened gaze of the young man, pried up the stick with his left hand alone and the people behind him.

The stout young man tried in vain to press the iron rod down, and he used both hands to press even his body down.

Ignoring his weight, the Devil Soldier lifted the man into the air. The young man screamed in the air and kept kicking his legs.

The devil soldier unhurriedly raised the assault rifle he held in his right hand and pulled the trigger at the young man at close range.

The flesh, which was not protected by armor, was torn apart by the nails in an instant.

Flesh and blood drenched the devil soldiers.

The blood pooled from the part of his helmet into several trickles that stretched to his feet, forming a tween

There was no small puddle of blood.

The devil soldier raised his head proudly, and I seemed to see the face under the mask.

On the raised visor, a dark shadow appeared.

The devil soldier subconsciously took half a step back. At the same time, he stretched out his left arm to block his chest.

"I can't laugh now!"

My voice must be very similar to that of a demon from hell.

Just as the devil soldiers were torturing and killing the sturdy young man, I was already close to a distance of two meters.

From his movements, it can be seen that this is a veteran of a hundred battles. If he had been placed in normal times, he would not have made such a mistake.

It is estimated that it was the attack of the strong young man who distracted him, and it was the cover of the devil's combat uniform that paralyzed his nerves.

Since I have been brought close to this distance, it means that his good days are over.

I'm craving to kill.

Self-restraint not only failed to dispel my desire to kill, but made me more and more brutal.

The authenticated relationship, the devil's strengthened bones can't work, and I'm equivalent to using my body to fight against the heavily armed devil soldiers.

Now is not the time to compete in strength, I also have an automatic pistol.

At this distance, marksmanship is not a problem.

Three shots in a row, respectively, opened three bloody holes in the neck and between the two shoulder armors of the devil soldier. He screamed in pain, but he couldn't fight back because of the damage to his shoulder joint.

The body flew up violently and slammed into the stone pillar behind it. The devil's combat suit finally did its job, the armor on the back cushioned most of the impact, and even then I felt sweet in my throat and hard to breathe.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that the devil soldier with free legs had hit me against the pillar.

But that was the end of his counterattack.

From the river of blood spurting from his neck, it was clear that this man could not have struggled the same again.

I quickly dragged him over and tightened his neck with the strip of cloth that I had prepared.

I wasn't suddenly possessed by Nightingale and wanted to heal the enemy, but I wanted to use his assault rifle.

You know, dead devils can't pass firearm certification.

The blood on his neck couldn't be completely stopped, but it had gone from a fountain of blood to a trickle.

It's a success for me. After all, I just want them not to die right away.

I turned the devil soldier around and held it in my arms. His visor was opened, revealing an unexpectedly youthful face. He was already in shock from excessive blood loss.

"Damn it, it's a minor again! Do devils like to send their children to war? ”

I'm slandering the devils for using the Boy Scouts.

I couldn't help but feel glad that if there was another blonde girl, my fragile nerves might collapse.

My plan was simple, hold the shocked Devil Soldier with my own hand and aim through the mapping display on his visor.

It's a bit awkward, but it's the only way to bypass damn authentication.

The chaos in the market continues, but the dense flow of people has thinned out. The inhabitants were killed and wounded, and fewer and fewer were able to run.

God-damn devil soldiers, do you want to kill all the people here?

The sound of fire continued, and the devil soldiers patronized the slaughter of innocents, and they didn't notice me yet.

"It's time for retribution!"