The sword finger does not retreat, and the blood fills the blue sky without dispersing.

The dark sky seemed to be pressed down at any moment.

Perhaps it has experienced the devastation of artillery fire, and the surface here is full of deep and shallow pits and depressions.

The rain was dripping overhead, and the damp dirt was trampled under the feet, and there was a gurgling sound.

It became more and more foiled, and the silence was terrifying.

Suddenly, there was a "grunt-" sound, and a white skeleton rolled down the hillside, the flesh of which had been corroded and full of maggots clinging to it.

The only thing that could be noticed was the eyes that refused to close until death, and the silver dagger that was clasped tightly in the palm of the hand.

In the distance, a group of young people who could no longer see their appearance were marching with difficulty, and they all turned a blind eye to the tragic mess around them.

Occasional eye contact just turned away indifferently.

This is not the numbness of witnessing too much death, let alone the ruthlessness of the iron heart, but the learning to accept, to learn to be calm and restrained.

From the hysteria faced for the first time, roaring and screaming, crying bitterly, and being indignant.

As they experienced, they gradually learned to be calm.

Calmly accept your own powerlessness and the irresistibility of accidents.

There are tragedies happening every day in the world, but there is never anyone who is the savior of whom, and who is not the savior of whom.

They just held each other in silence, even more depressed, as if a sonata of death might erupt at any moment.

They don't know how long the road is, they just know that they have to go on, and they can only go on anyway.

As the night gradually envelops the land.

Danger has also quietly come.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

There is no tendency to stop at all.

"Poof—" One of them stumbled and fell into a puddle, so he was embarrassed.

The person on his side was also dragged and fell to the ground.

But soon he got up without saying a word, and stretched out his palm to the man in the puddle.

The man grabbed it, but let go the next moment.

"Brother Yao, let's go, don't worry about me." It was a fast woman who spoke, her neat short hair was already messy, and her dark eyes loomed in the wind and rain.

It's been raining for many days, and the soles of my shoes have long been soaked with water, and I've walked so far.

It's all in one breath to support.

Now she breathed a sigh of relief.

There's no way to bring it up again.

In particular, the pain of drilling the heart shows the fact that the skin and flesh are rotten and rotten.

The man known as Brother Yao gritted his teeth, grabbed her hand that was trying to dodge, and dragged it up, "Stand up, you can't give up now, we're almost there, as long as we go to the Zhenjiang base to find the bloody clothes and them, we will be saved!" ”

Hearing the three words of Xueyihou, the woman's eyes lit up, but they quickly went out, and she said calmly: "Brother Yao, forget it, I can't stand up anymore." ”

She spoke very calmly, staring at Brother Yao with a pair of bright eyes for a moment.

Before he could finish speaking, another hand reached out.

The two worked together to completely rescue her from the mud pit.

The voice in his ears was slightly cool, "Xiaoyuan, you still have us." ”

It was also a woman who was talking, with gauze wrapped around her left eye, and black-brown blood stains that had dried up for a long time seeped out, adding a majesty to her.

Xiao Yuan's eyes finally fluctuated, and he just wanted to say something, but he was covered in horror and despair in an instant.

"They're catching up......"

The sound of tearing, mixed with the dripping of rain, was so distorted and so unwilling.

The sound of "zizizi" came from far and near.

A few people couldn't care about talking anymore, and Brother Yao squatted down and picked up Xiao Yuan on his back, hung his rifle on his chest, and ran away.

No one dared to look back, and they didn't even have the courage to shoot to resist.

It was an alien creature that suddenly appeared a few months ago, invulnerable, invulnerable.

That's a system virus, and the entire gaming space is blocked from the inside out.

People from the outside can't get in, and people from the inside can't get out.

Players who have no way out will resist at first, but too many times of futile efforts gradually erase this courage and boldness.

The only thing left in people's lives is the word escape.

The shadow of death and carnage is forever engraved, like a heavy stone pressing on the heart, unable to breathe.

The devastation here is a testament to this.

But this time, it was really too close, and the sound of heavy footsteps was approaching every moment, constantly approaching.

Each sound sounded like it was striking on their hearts.

They could all feel the burning sensation in their backs.

That's the snort of these monsters!

Densely packed, like an open net.

They simply have nowhere to run!

On Brother Yao's back, Xiao Yuan was struggling frantically, his desperate and sharp voice piercing into the eardrum and buzzing.

"Brother Yao, Brother Yao, you let me go, leave me alone! If this continues, you will die, and we will all die......"

Tears poured down her face, blurring the world in front of her, and she could feel the man's breathing getting heavier and heavier, and his slower and slower pace.

Brother Yao gritted his teeth and never said a word, telling his unwavering determination with his body actions.

Don't abandon, don't give up.

They're hunters!

Even if it's just a game, it's their faith!

Xiao Yuan turned his head in despair.

In the line of sight, a huge pitch-black slap slapped down on the two of them unstoppably, faintly, as if he saw the electric light swirling above.

Cracking sound.

Death is imminent.

Xiao Yuan couldn't help but close his eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry......"

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed.

There was no unexpected pain.

In his ears was a clear and extremely clear voice, passing through the layers of fog and haze obstacles, Huo Ran ushered in the light.

"Gyro, you and Yangzi use heavy weapons to suppress firepower! Be sure to hold this thing for me! ”

"Wushuang guest, Night Shura, you two lead people to the left flank to outflank!"

"Carrot Head, you go to the third sniper position and stand by, ready to name them at any time!"

"It's the last wave, just kill them, and our mission is complete!"

In the night sky, several brilliant jungle camouflage colors fell from the sky, and the body was like a ghost.

People will think of a sentence for no reason:

"Fast as lightning, fast as the wind, fierce as a tiger, coming without a trace, leaving without a trace."

This is what a hunter looks like in his dreams.

Xiao Yuan's eyes burst out brightly, like a child who has been praised, and he shouted eagerly, "Bloody Hou, it's the team of Bloody Hou!" They are coming, and we are saved! ”

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and a stunning face painted with oil paint but still recognizable at a glance appeared in Xiao Yuan's line of sight.

The slightly curled corners of the lips are like a guarantee of safety.

Brother Yao and his entourage all stopped, looking back, their blood was boiling and hearty.

It turns out that this is the strongest hunter team of the Yan Alliance-Sleepless!

It turns out that this is the legendary Bloody Cloth Marquis, invincible and invincible!

When most people are chased and beaten like lost dogs, there is such a group of people, who are not afraid of death and are tough and tough, saving the people from fire and water!

"Sleepless! Sleepless! ”

"Bloody Cloth! Bloody Cloth! ”

The young hunters waved their arms like crazy fans at a celebrity concert.

With a glint in their eyes, the blood flowing in their bodies was boiling, shouting, and they all roared and raised their guns to join the battle.

Whether it works or not, shoot it!

Watch the monsters retreat until they lose their breath of life and disappear into a cloud of data.

Only then did a feeling arise that I would be in the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Before he could speak, the figures on the battlefield disappeared.

Sure enough, there is no trace, there is no trace.

Brother Yao exhaled heavily, grabbed the slightly hot barrel, and murmured, "We are saved—"

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"Ding—"

"All the Demon Realm Emissaries have been killed, and the system is back to normal."

"Ding—"

"The system found that the vulnerability could not be patched, and forced the emergency defense mode to be activated."

"Emergency Defense Mode Failed to Activate!"

"Judged to be on Level 1 alert, all teleportation lanes will be closed."

"Ding—"

"The system is restarting, and the real nutrition cabin will be forced to close in three minutes, please quit as soon as possible."

The icy sound of machinery accompanied the rain and fell into the ears of everyone on the earth.

The red light on the world map was also extinguished one by one, except for a few scattered places.

The few people who had just withdrawn their troops glanced at each other.

"Don't you go out?" Asked in unison.

Laugh in unison.

Where is faith, how can they retreat?

One hand after another is folded together, and the youthful face is full of determination not to forget the original intention.

(To be continued)