The self-detonation of the burning imp was just the beginning, and in the smoke and dust from the explosion, more than a dozen tall figures rushed in from outside the gate.

Diego fired without hesitation, and at the same time, the other shooters also fired. The hall was filled with gunshots that echoed and rattled people's ears.

Diego was surprised to find that the enemy had not all fallen. With the sound of bullets hitting the wood and slate, Diego noticed that the demons were all shields in their hands, and that almost none of the other M1 rifles had pierced except for the Death Stare.

"Hit the head! Head! They have shields in their hands! Diego yelled.

The shooters raised their guns and began to fire at the heads of the enemy, but the smoke was so thick that no one could aim so accurately, and the shields held by these powerful demons were almost all oversized, and some even had entire tree trunks, covering their entire bodies.

The battle fell into passivity from the start. From the doorway to the barrier, a short distance of more than twenty yards, the demons rushed over in a few big strides.

"Shooters stand back, warriors go up!" Brian Copperbeard roared loudly. Wielding his hammer, he took the lead in charging towards the demons.

The loud crash resounded through the hall, and the dwarves and demons fought each other again, weapons clashing and axes smashing shields. Although the hammers and axes were lively, because both sides were equipped with shields, they did not cause much damage in a short period of time. The two groups of people simply froze in the center of the hall.

The archers standing behind kept pulling the trigger, and the bullets whizzed over the heads of the dwarven warriors, pouring down on the demons, and although they were protected by shields, there were always bullets that could shoot through the gaps in the shields, shooting bloody flowers. In almost a few minutes, the first demons to rush in had fallen by nearly a third.

However, the demons' tactical purpose had been achieved, and behind these vanguards, a large horde of demons poured in from the gate like a flood. Some of them rushed straight and joined the battle with the dwarven warriors, while the other demons split up and rushed towards the corridors on either side.

"I'll take a team to the left wing, Maris, you take a team to the right wing!" Diego fired a final shot, blasting one of the angry guards in the face before shouting. He ran with his gun towards the door of the soldier's quarters on the left, which led to the passage that the demons had rushed into, and if they were not blocked, the demons would directly threaten their flanks.

"First row, follow me!" Christopher Farrar shouted after him. The Moon Creek Brigade now had only one company of men left, and Bergard reorganized them into three reinforced platoons.

As he runs, Diego swaps Death Gaze for a fully loaded shotgun magazine, fighting at close range in tight spaces, with a stronger stopping effect of the shotguns.

He walked through the two rooms, then slowed his pace, and in the corridor ahead, figures flickered, faintly gasping for breath and the characteristic screams of demons.

He stopped, stood in the middle of the corridor, took a deep breath, and then raised his death gaze and looked ahead. His upper body leaned forward slightly, the butt of his gun rested tightly on his shoulder, his left leg straight, and his right leg straight. This counteracts the huge recoil generated when the shotgun is fired, and the shotgun is more accurate.

Within seconds of him getting ready, the first Doomsday Guard appeared at the bend in the corridor. Seeing Diego's presence, he was stunned for a full second before swinging his heavy sword and lunging towards the human.

"Die!"

Diego exclaimed, then gently pulled the trigger.

With a low roar, dozens of steel balls poured out like a torrential rain. The Doomsday Guard's whole body trembled as he screamed and fell to the ground on his back.

In fact, while the stopping effect of the shotgun is very powerful, it is not lethal to a protected target. The thick skin of the demon who had been knocked to the ground didn't make it easy for him to die, but it wasn't a good thing, and he wailed and rolled on the ground, waiting in pain for death to come. Until Christopher finally couldn't stand it anymore and a shot killed it.

Probably frightened by this guy's tragic experience, the demons stayed for more than ten seconds before rushing towards this side again. In order to make it easier to navigate the corridors, these demons have almost all dropped their shields.

This is their misfortune, but at the same time Diego's luck. Without aiming at all, he continued to pull the trigger, and the butt of the gun hit his right shoulder again and again, if it weren't for the special thickening of this part of the dragonskin shoulder pad, maybe his shoulder bone would have been cracked.

Plume after puff of steel balls almost covered the entire corridor, no matter whether the demons that appeared in his sight at the same time were one, two, or three, there was only one end, that is, the flesh and blood that were beaten were blurred, and he couldn't survive or die.

Christopher's men of rifle shooters followed him, but they couldn't do much to help them, except to replenish the guns of the fallen demons in case they were dying. Whenever the M1 rifle runs out of eight-round magazines, they quickly reload and allow the shooters in the back to fill in their positions.

Diego had never fought so hard as he did today, and the demons rushed up one after another, slaughtering him like a fat pig delivered to the door. At first, the demons rushed out and fell under his guns, but as they fought, the demons couldn't keep up with the speed at which he shot.

After firing a shot, he subconsciously took a step forward so that he could see the demon behind him. When he felt that he came up, he even grasped the rhythm unusually well, and after taking this step, he still maintained the best shooting posture of leaning forward, legs one forward and one backward, straight forward and backward. Another shot, and the two demons fell on their backs.

He kept this wonderful rhythm in this way, stepping on the corpses of the demons, striding forward, firing at every target he saw, sometimes one shot, sometimes two or three shots, killing all the way.

After about seven or eight minutes, Diego only felt that he was in front of him, and he had already killed this arc-shaped corridor and came to the side of the demons who were fighting with the dwarves.

It was a pie that fell from the sky, and he didn't hesitate to open fire. The metal storm formed by the steel balls poured down towards the demons in waves, just like cutting wheat, and the unsuspecting demons fell directly to a large area.

Diego pulled the trigger quickly and quickly, firing the bullet as fast as he could. He didn't aim because from the Yongdao crossing where he was, it was densely packed with demons, and he could hit it with his eyes closed. The only thing he had to worry about now was whether any demons would rush at him.

But this fear was quickly dismissed, for the human hunter had gone mad, and he stood there, neither forward nor backward, even in the most dangerous of all, the dreaddemon had rushed only one step away from him, but he did not blink, and a shot blasted the demon in the face.

In fact, Diego's choice of target is not blind, the death gaze is always aimed at the one who poses the greatest threat to him, that demon needs a few shots to kill, that demon will rush to him in a few steps, his head is fast, like a carpenter who planes the plank, calculating that the whole plank where the bulge needs to be planed first, there is no hurry, there is no need to clean up so quickly.

Boom Boom! The gunshots of the death gaze almost joined into a single sound, and this semi-automatic rifle was shot by him with the effect of an automatic rifle, and under the rain of bullets, Diego was almost a ninety-degree fan in front of him, which can be called an absolute death zone, and the corpses of the demons were covered with a thick layer, and the blood that spilled out almost wet Diego's boots.

Behind Diego, the shooters of the Moon Creek Brigade were already dumbfounded, their lord had already done all the work, even some demons who were not completely dead when they were hit would soon be covered by the next shotgun, and there was no need for them to draw snakes at all. They had thought that their marksmanship was already excellent, but in front of this brilliant hunter, they finally realized that their two brushes were not enough to see.

However, Diego, who had already gone crazy, didn't realize what he had done, he didn't even know how many demons he had killed, he just fired his guns mechanically and accurately, sending one demon after another back to the Twisted Void. It wasn't until Death Gaze clicked softly and the empty warehouse hung up that he realized that he had already fired a full magazine of 100 rounds, the first time since Death Gaze had been created.

With a quick and impressive change to a fully loaded magazine, Diego once again turned his gun on the demons in the hall. But the demons were completely frightened by the bloody butcher, and when he pulled the trigger again, the fellows shouted, turned around and fled out of the bunker.

"That's it?" Diego lowered the muzzle of the gun in some surprise, and it was only at this time that he realized that he was exhausted, his hands trembled involuntarily, and his right shoulder hurt even more, he turned his head and bared his teeth at the soldiers of the Moon Creek Brigade behind him in embarrassment, "Whoever is that, just someone to help me, my legs are so weak that I can't stand!" ”