"My hometown was devastated ......"

"Their minions tore our bodies apart, and from the cracks in the abyss, I felt hopeless......"

"From the sparkling waters of the Danjiang River, I can read the reflection of the sky, which is about to be engraved into my heart, and it is a nightmare that 30,000 people will never forget......"

"The black nightmare, the cold iron horse, the bloodthirsty beast stained the last river, and in that sunset, I saw the last scene of destruction......"

—Excerpt from "The Human Era" by Li Shuang

As countless explosions rang out, stumps and ruins were scattered everywhere, and a figure kept shuttling through the torrent.

Li Shuang held the camera tightly, and she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart.

Floating high in the air, Moldaggens' eyes were full of amusement, although he didn't know why the Lord Transmission wanted to shoot the bloody challenge, he really couldn't think of anything worth paying attention to in front of this bloody human being.

Glory? Firm will? The noble virtue of saving the world? Tell the Bible to a guy like yourself in the abyss? The brain is not broken!

"Flutter!" With a bang, Feng Chen's red eyes have been killed, but the 20,000 Moors are still in his sight like a torrent, overwhelming, not giving himself time to rest, for a moment Feng Chen suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, he didn't have time to dodge an attacking claw, and there was a high temperature of red flame behind him, so he dodged accurately sideways, but there were still three deep scratches on his face.

Li Shuang, who was on the side, saw the dust covered with large and small scars, she raised the camera with one hand, and covered her mouth with the other hand to try not to cry, she felt that the figure was becoming more and more tragic.

With no audience, no supporters, it's a lonely battle, so lonely that you don't even feel hope.

"Can you still hold on?" Tears fascinated Li Shuang's eyes, and at this moment, Feng Chen roared, angry, and fought wildly.

There were more and more broken corpses piled up on the ground, and slowly there was no place to put their feet, and in order to prevent the dust from hiding everywhere, the more than 20,000 Moors of the Moorish clan would be surrounded by dust at the moment of the bloody challenge.

And Feng Chen also felt a little tired at the moment, and at the same time, he also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, this is the first round! He didn't want to give up, he wanted to fight for this city, the 30,000 people who live here!!

"Come on!!" The faces of the survivors hiding in the surrounding buildings were extremely sad, they were not stupid, and they also heard what Moldagens said just now, they knew that their fate was firmly tied together at this moment, and they were all on the man in front of them.

"Come on!" An old man shouted tremblingly, although the voice was not loud but full of power, such a bloody situation was still staring at the figure despite the discomfort of many people.

Sealing the dust opened and closed, he opened the war hammer form with one hand, and opened the claw form with the other hand, the two forms were extremely fierce, and almost those who touched the Moore clan would be killed on the spot, but the same human energy consumed was also extremely fast, causing the dust to continue to devour.

Fight for war! Wounds for wounds!

The sky was slowly darkening, and the sun was about to set through the clouds that blocked the sun, and an hour and a half had passed since the first round of the Bloody Challenge, and there were still three and a half hours left, and it was now in the middle of the battlefield.

Feng Chen was almost covered by a mountain of corpses, where three layers of broken corpses and blood depicted this place as a hell on earth, and Feng Chen also gasped for breath, he deeply understood that this was the beginning, and he only killed two or three thousand Moors.

Two or three thousand Moors died at the hands of Dust, which sounds good, Dusty can successfully win the first challenge after a few more times, but think about it with your brain, this is not wheat harvesting in the field, nor is it stupid to stand there and pull turnips, the enemy is a race with intelligence, although they are all bloodthirsty and crazy and not afraid of death, they will not let themselves stand there with knives in their hands.

It is only now that their offensive has slowly stopped, and at this time it is extremely undesirable, Feng Chen hopes that they will still be huddled together, and they don't have to worry about anything, but now the opposite offensive is slowly weakening, and they have been surrounding themselves and constantly harassing themselves, it is obvious that this is consuming themselves, consuming themselves, dragging them to death.

Originally, a cluster of people would not scruple at all, and they could harvest them by raising their hands, but they had to spend some of their strength to chase and kill them if they were constantly harassing and sealing dust, although they could be killed in seconds, but there were tens of thousands on the other side, and it was not worth the loss to kill only two or three of them with a lot of strength, and at the same time, the opposite side would not give him time to rest, this kind of tactical dust sealing had already been experienced in the hot spring pass, that time it was used on the undead army, and this time it was used on himself.

The smallest sacrifice in exchange for the greatest casualties of the enemy, such as the male lion in the African savannah, when facing a pack of hyenas, also had to give up the food he had worked so hard to hunt, so in the African savannah, the most ferocious is not the lion, but the hyena family.

Because there were too many dead bodies, Li Shuang stood on the roof of the original coffee shop, her eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Chen, her nerves were tense, she was not brainless after graduating from a high university, and it was obvious that Feng Chen's current situation was clear.

"They lost," Feng Chen's eyes glowed with scarlet that ordinary people didn't dare to look at, "I miscalculated my abilities from the beginning, and now they have begun to confront me, even if I can't kill the remaining Moors, but in the end, I won!" "He is like a demon who has come out of the abyss of hell, his body is full of blood and evil spirit, but he is such a vicious-looking man, making a last stand for the city!

Time passed slowly, the air was very oppressive, and even the wind blew with a strong smell of blood, and the city became more and more restless.

Moldagens, who has been flashing his wings and hanging in the sky, stared at all this coldly, as the vanguard of the Abyss army, it must act according to the will of the Lord behind its own race, which is also the survival law of all races in the Abyss, relying on the strong and annihilating the weak.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap in the sky, followed by lightning and thunder, and a strong wind surged, and the dust wiped the blood on his face, and he said softly:

"The rain is coming."

"What? What's coming? Li Shuang's brows furrowed, she didn't hear Feng Chen's whispers clearly, she just felt that the air was very depressed and restless.

After a while, the rain poured down, and the wind brought the heavy rain like a wolf howling with thick ink, and sprinkled books wantonly in this world.

Countless wars in the Danjiang River were extinguished, rising puffs of black smoke, pungent and full of sulfur smell, so the smoke of gunpowder and the aftermath of the war permeated everywhere, and only then came out of the countless ruins those who did not have time or were still waiting for rescue, 30,000 people, how much can be saved by army rescue? It's been a short afternoon, and the complete rescue is only three hours since the start of the challenge.

There are still two hours left, and in the last two hours, Meng Guoping's face in the government shelter is extremely serious and heavy, he keeps looking at the watch on his wrist, and the combat and rescue teams in every area of Danjiang City are always paying attention to the time, and they are originally in Shutian Province, which is thousands of miles away, Leng Ran and Lu Li are also staring nervously at the time, and the countless heavy weapons on the periphery of the Danjiang River are also on standby.

So during this time, the rain kept falling, and the atmosphere was not harmonious at all.

Feng Chen, who was constantly harassing, had been on high alert, and the time he had calculated in his heart was running out, maybe he would be counterattacked by the remaining 17,000 Moors in the next second, the encirclement and suppression just now was just a test, testing the enemy's ability, but under this imminent counterattack, Feng Chen did not dare to guarantee whether he could survive.

"Attack!!" At this time, there was a roar in the air, and Feng Chen no longer left his hand, he had to maintain his strength, but there were still eight rounds of bloody challenges waiting for him!

Seeing countless torrents pouring down from the air again, like demons, on the other hand, Feng Chen stood there stupidly, Li Shuang couldn't help but think of a religious map he saw.

It was a myriad of demons roaring out of hell, in the middle of the painting stood a man in a white robe and bare feet, his face was soft, compassionate, his body exuded the breath of all beings, holy and bright, this moment and the painting is incomparably similar, but at this moment it can not be frozen, Li Shuang deeply understands that the painting is just to let the person feel the light and holiness, but I don't know if it can deter those evils if it evolves?

It was the last light that was swallowed up, and she cried out for the name of the city without despair.

"Seal the dust!"

At this moment, Feng Chen suddenly had a broken spear in his hand, the sound of the gun was extremely rotten, the head of the spear was rusty, and there was a tattered blood-red cloak hanging on it.

"Heroic Soul Blood Spear."

"An ordinary spear, it is sharp because it has drunk the blood of countless people; It is invincible because it never backs down.

This is the gratitude of all the Spartan warriors to you, thank you for fighting with them, thank you for going forward and backwards with them, thank you for all that you have done for Sparta.

And the warrior will die in battle one day, and its spear will remember your time, and when you read the oath that belonged to Sparta again, you will see you again.

Effect: After use, you can summon the heroic souls of the three hundred Spartan warriors to fight for you, time: three hours.

Note: This item is a one-time consumable item and can only be used by the person.

Note: The 300 Spartan Warrior Souls summoned do not include the host.

Final note: we look forward to fighting alongside you again! ”

Feng Dust stuck his spear on the ground, and he half-knelt on the ground, his scarlet eyes filled with infinite battle intent.

At this time, a uniform sound of footsteps sounded in the endless rain curtain, stepping directly on everyone's hearts like an iron horse, Li Shuang stood in the rain in a daze, she looked at the rain curtain behind the dust, and muttered to herself.

"What is this ......?"

From the rain curtain, a hideous shield was first revealed, and the scars on it were heavy, and each scar was full of murderous aura, and then countless people came out of the rain curtain, their faces were covered by cold iron helmets, only the exposed body exuded a brilliant blue and white light, and everyone was murderous!

Scarlet mane, blood-red cape, and broken spear!

The footsteps were uniform, like roaring beasts, and every step made the land tremble, a full two hundred and ninety-nine people, plus the half-kneeling dust, just three hundred!

The rain was even heavier, and there was only a white patch of this world, Li Shuang tried hard to wipe the rain on her face, she stared wide-eyed, and even Molda Gens, who hung in the sky, showed a dignified look.

It was as if this was the decisive hot spring pass at the beginning, as if the great empire had descended into the world again, as if the holy women in the temple were singing for that freedom, as if the heavy rain of the sky and earth was telling their epic.

"My friend, my comrade-in-arms......" Feng Chen's spear in his hand waved, and suddenly the spear in the hand of the heroic soul standing behind him pointed at the countless Moorish clans, and the killing intent rose to the sky!

"Kill, leave no one."