Black Flint was a little breathless.

It is said that only the demon clan who are particularly devout to their ancestors and have a particularly pure heart can see the Ten Thousand Demon Hall in the clouds.

Black Flint was aggrieved, and he felt that he had always been very devout to his ancestors.

Although he didn't know who those ancestors, Pangu, Gonggong, Kuafu, Houyi or something, who were who, and who did what, didn't he pay the most and the most refreshing "ancestral spirit tax" every month? The old men told him the rules of those ancestors, and he was honest and never violated any of them.

"It's all that stupid mother-in-law!"

Black Flint muttered in his heart, and his bull's eye was quickly covered with layers of blood.

Seeing the entire Brute Hammer Company, he was the only one left who didn't see it, Black Flint's eyes were red and swollen, and his head began to dizzy wave after wave, and in a fit of anger and urgency, his eyelids jumped wildly, as if he really saw a cloud emitting a piece of light, a colorful light.

"See! I see it! ”

Black Flint didn't know if the "Brilliant Hall of Ten Thousand Demons" was like this, but he was so excited that he shed tears.

"That's the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, that's the sea of stars, our destination!"

The Golden Horn Lord swung the Demon Pattern Horn War Hammer into a storm and roared murderously, "Rush, warriors, go and show those despicable and cowardly Terrans the power of the Pangu bloodline!" ”

Ahead, countless crimson fireflies guided, whether it was the Blackhorn Pack Ox, the Meteor Iron Bull or the Iron-tailed Brute Bull...... The eyes of all the cattle clans emitted flames, and the demonic qi gushing out of their nostrils condensed into tumbling red clouds in mid-air!

Together, they launched a jagged, chaotic charge towards the Terran outpost!

Black Firestone's brain has been burned to the ground by neurostimulants, and his calm consciousness is rapidly being replaced by the killing **, at this moment, he can't imagine what the "Brilliant Hall of Ten Thousand Demons" looks like.

The lord said that as long as he fought bravely, he would bury his head and kill him. You can ascend to the glorious Ten Thousand Demon Palace, and you no longer have to worry about how to cultivate the two thin fields covered with poisonous wattle grass and two-tailed scorpions. No ploughing or mining, just live all day!

Black Flint didn't know what it meant to be called "Jiuchi Meat Forest", and he didn't understand what "delicacies" meant, but he only knew that it was all delicious and delicious.

But even "something that's delicious, it's delicious". Black Flint doesn't know what it's like, since he was born, all the things Black Flint has eaten, at most, barely fills his stomach, and "it's delicious, it's delicious".

Somehow, in the last cluster of shining sparks in Black Firestone's mind, a shiny roast chicken suddenly popped out.

It was the picture of the Terran village that he had seen in the illusion.

It was a big, big, big, big village, so big that Black Flint didn't know how to describe it, and other details of the big village. He had long forgotten about the essence of the light, except for this one that was carefully baked in the iron stove, which looked crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, shining, and constantly bubbling, dripping oil down, deeply engraved on his cerebral cortex, and even the "snort" sound of chicken fat dripping on the coals, he remembered it clearly.

After every difficult night in the barracks, after thinking about the mother-in-law and the two little cubs. Black Flint pondered what the roast chicken should taste like?

Is it as tender as a 'bitter grass worm', or as crisp as a 'red fern root'?

Of course, Black Flint has seen chickens and caught chickens, but he has never been willing to eat them. That's a very valuable thing.

Besides, the lord didn't let them eat, the lord said that the cattle clan was born to eat grass, at least the black-blooded cattle clan should eat grass, at most get some small insects to relieve their cravings, this is the rule of the ancestors.

If you eat big fish and meat, you will break the rules of your ancestors. After death, he can't go to the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, not only can't he go, but his mother-in-law and little cubs can't go either.

"I wonder if there is any roast chicken to eat in the 'Brilliant Hall of Ten Thousand Demons'? If you 'have big fish and big meat' there, it should be allowed by your ancestors, right? ”

Black Flint was thinking wildly as he spread his hooves and ran wildly.

These black bloods did not carry too heavy weapons and armor, and their task was to attack all Terran outposts, strongholds, and battle forts within their line of sight as soon as they crossed over to the Tianyuan Realm, clearing all obstacles for the follow-up troops of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance, or in other words, blocking all possible firepower points.

The black flint was running fast on all fours, and the feeling of his brain burning made his blood boil, as if he had put on wings, and his soul was out of his body, out of this clumsy and ugly body.

He thought about the shiny roast chicken, which became more and more energetic, like a roaring wind, and soon surpassed all his companions, surpassed the "missing ears", and was the first to rush to the Terran outpost guarded by a dozen crystal cannons.

A blank smile appeared on Black Flint's face, and he shook his tail three times towards the "missing ear", in revenge for the mockery that this guy had just made to himself.

"Missing ears" is always like this, soft hands and soft feet, every time he can't outrun him, he has a good body of meat, no wonder his mother-in-law will follow him back then, instead of "missing ears", a guy with thicker and bigger horns.

"If I really go to the Ten Thousand Demon Hall in the sky and see the roast chicken, I must get half of it for the mother-in-law and the cubs to come back and taste it!"

Black Flint frowned, and with the few active brain cells remaining, he seriously pondered the question of how to steal the roast chicken from the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

He's grown so big, he's never stolen anything!

On the crystal magnetic cannon of the Terran outpost in front of him, a series of beautiful lights were released, brilliant and colorful, just like the "Brilliant Hall of Ten Thousand Demons" he saw in the clouds.

"Strange, how could the Ten Thousand Demon Hall be in the cannon of the human race?"

Black Flint wondered, and suddenly found himself flying high, his mouth was slimy, wet, and had a sour taste.

"Is this what roast chicken tastes like?"

Black Flint struggled, trying to turn his tongue a little more, savoring the wonderful taste.

He straightened his arms and waved wildly in the void, trying to catch the fragrant, greasy roast chicken.

In the Terran outpost opposite.

With a beard and a red garlic nose, he looked like a drunken sentinel all day, looking at the ever-increasing and dense red dots on the light curtain. "Phew", spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and muttered:

"It's unlucky."

Since the Battle of Daybreak, the Federation's towns and military bases in the Great Wilderness have been almost destroyed. It is no longer possible to maintain long supply lines, and even larger war bases are being built north of the Great Wilderness.

Now, the Federation has adopted a strategy of shrinking defense, concentrating most of the elite on the front line of the Giant Blade Pass in the southern part of the Great Wilderness, while at the same time allocating more resources. Invest in the construction of the new all-crystal armor warband.

In the vast wasteland in the northern part of the Great Wilderness, there are only a few sparse outposts.

It is not so much that these outposts are used to resist the demon clan, but that when the demon army attacks, they should be the first to sound the alarm and initially detect the reality of the demon clan.

The Federation troops stationed in these outposts are well aware of their responsibilities and their fate once the demon clan comes.

But this is war, the Star Federation has not yet reached the divine power, and it can refine a magic weapon. In the Great Wilderness where the spiritual magnetic environment is extremely complex, the degree of completely replacing the sentinels.

The only thing the Federation can do is to keep each sentry's mission as short as possible, replacing a group of sentries every seven days.

Each sentry, as long as he holds out for seven days, can get a long month's vacation to return home and reunite with his loved ones.

This sentry has been holding out for seven and a half days.

The sentinel who came to replace him encountered a thunderstorm area on the way, and the transport ship was struck by lightning. Urgent repairs are underway, and he can only stay here for one more day.

Who knows!

The sentry was trembling, his ten fingers were dancing, he was a rough man of five big and three thick. But like a child who has been bullied, he cried very aggrieved.

"!"

The sentry cried and said, "! Exercise! Exercise! ”

The sentry cried as he injected a tranquilizer into his neck, picked up a cigarette, and turned on the crystal brain. Quickly input everything you observe.

As a series of data and images were transmitted to the rear, the Sentinel breathed a sigh of relief to find that the snot was running down his lips.

The sentry wiped away tears and snot from his dirty cuffs, and pulled his personal crystal brain out of his bosom, inspiring a curtain of light as if he were caressing the world's most precious gem.

This is the forefront of the Great Wilderness, the spiritual magnetic environment is too complicated, it is difficult to communicate directly with the hinterland of the Federation, and the Federal Army also has its own rules, soldiers can carry private crystal brains, but they are not allowed to connect to the spirit net.

What he inspires is just a three-dimensional photograph stored inside.

In the photo, it is a woman with curly hair, a slightly chubby, smiling and groaning, and two boys with tiger heads.

The older boys were squeezing at him and making strange looks.

The sentry smiled, and suddenly remembered that he and his wife had said that he had quit smoking, so he hurriedly snuffed out the cigarette butts, and picked his teeth with his tongue, and then he gently kissed the illusory Xuanguang with his big mouth, and kissed Xuanguang into a small ripple.

The Sentinel placed the crystal brain squarely beside him, and turned to pick up a crystal cannon.

This kind of crystal magnetic cannon on a fixed gun position can be operated by relying on the control crystal brain in the outpost, and he only needs to sit in front of the light curtain to monitor.

However, the Sentinel still switched one of the crystal cannons from automatic fire to manual control.

Normally, a crystal cannon requires three soldiers to operate it manually.

The sentry gritted his teeth and used all his strength to smash the crystal cartridges into the magazine one by one.

"Buzz buzz!"

Arcs of electricity swirled from the three tracks of the crystal cannon, and the arcs spread to his arms, tearing his skin, nerves, and flesh apart!

The sentry's tears turned red, and he took one last look at the tiny ripples on the curtain, took a deep breath, put his head on the aiming position of the crystal magnetic cannon, narrowed his left eye, and firmly locked on to the demon clan who rushed to the front.

That's a crazy bull.

He ran so fast that beads of blood seeped out all over his body, which were evaporated by the heat and turned into a faint mist of blood, making his huge body even more ugly.

The mad bull grinned, the bull's eyes that were almost bursting out of his sockets were full of violent light, and the corners of his mouth flowed with pale yellow saliva, and he looked hungry.

The Sentinel could have imagined what it would be like to be stormed into town by such a demon.

The sentinel rubbed his flesh and blood, almost revealing bones, and rubbed the crystal cannon's activation array vigorously, and muttered, "Come on, brute! (To be continued.) )