"Matthew, you're guarding the archives with someone, and I'm rushing over. Is Qin Ziyao in the separation room? Zhao Qiong's voice sounded in Matthew's helmet.

Matthew grabbed the shrouded corpse in front of him, and the wind around him surged, blasting it into the wall outside the door.

"Roger. Qin Ziyao's situation is unknown, there is no movement in the separation room, and even if there is, we can't hear it. General Zhao, there are a few seriously wounded here, please bring Martha! As he spoke, he raised the muzzle of his gun, and the bullet hit the ceiling and splattered a cloud of soot.

"Roger. We had some situations and withstood them. There was a muffled sound from Zhao Qiong's side, and someone could vaguely hear cursing, "It's so hard!" ”

"General Zhao, there are still several times more distortions gathered at the door of the separation room, Qin Ziyao estimates ......" Matthew fell silent.

"No matter what the situation, if you are alive, you have to see people, and if you die, you have to bring back the body." Zhao Qiong said in a deep voice, "This is the death order from above. ”

"General Zhao, forgive me for being difficult to obey. We've already had enough people dead, even if that Qin Ziyao is a top-level watchman, there's nothing we can do. I'm not going to take my people one step forward. Matthew gritted his teeth. A member of the fifth team next to him let out a scream, and it stopped abruptly for a moment. A shrouded corpse carried a head full of horror and reluctance, and a long vertebrae dangled from the head.

"Fuck you!" Matthew yelled angrily, and the figures of his wife and children came to his memory, a pain that even a strong man could not forget.

He unsheathed his long knife, and it turned into a graceful afterimage. When it reappeared, the Shroud had been nailed to the wall.

"Formation, advance, hold the gate. Zongcheng gunpowder, black charcoal ignition, three teams raised shields, and five teams covered by firepower. Advance. Matthew fired three shots in a row, holding down his helmet and giving the order.

"Roger."

"Roger."

"Received, head, let the third shift top first, otherwise I won't be able to throw it out." Zong Cheng slashed at the Shroud's neck, but the Shroud's grasp of the blade and began to pull at him.

A gunshot rang out, and the head of the shrouded corpse was blown to pieces. Zong Cheng pulled the knife out of the corpse, and Zhou He, who was on the side, weakly raised his thumb to him, smiled, and put down the smoking rifle in his hand.

More than a dozen bloodied soldiers raised the transformation shields in their hands and carried long knives directly into the pile of shrouded corpses. For a moment, the sound of killing came and went, blood and shredded flesh spilled on the broken walls. Countless blades slashed into the shroud's body, and countless more arms slammed into the shield.

Zong Cheng stood behind the soldiers of the third squad, clenched his right hand into a fist, and pushed forward, and a puff of special gunpowder flew out of his pocket, and then turned into a spherical shape in the air, and flew towards the shrouded corpse. Black Charcoal pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger at random, and the gunpowder exploded in the pile of shrouded corpses, and the air wave emptied a small area in the doorway.

"Zong Cheng, the state of the head is wrong." Black Tan said while pulling the trigger, "Usually he never gives orders. ”

"God knows." Zong Cheng looked at the fire in front of him, "Maybe it's not in a good mood." After all, there are a few watchmen who have died outside. ”

At this time, the archives can only be described as miserable. Bullets and knives shattered everything and cabinets in sight.

"General Zhao, we are now at the door, and we are expected to hold out for three minutes." Matthew picked up the machine gun on the ground, pulled the trigger with one hand, and raised it smoothly forward. Tongues of fire erupted, and several shrouded corpses were brutally beaten into a hornet's nest.

"Ahh Help me! Save me! "One of the soldiers of the third squad was thrown to the ground by the shroud that jumped from the ceiling. His shield was ripped off, and the monster in front of him grabbed his helmet and pulled it hard, and the soldier was gone.

His teammates around him surrounded the shroud with their shields expressionlessly, and three long knives slashed down, breaking the shroud into several knots.

The elite of these Godslayers, once the mainstay of the Land of Eternal Night, are now left with nothing but numbness and fear.

Zongcheng's gunpowder ran out. He regained his grip on the rifle, pulled the magazine from his vest, and loaded it with a click. Through the iron sight, he felt like he was in a real hell. Blood, flesh, screams, gunfire, smoke, all this is played out in this not very wide place.

He pulled the trigger and fired red ballistics. The trait warhead struck the shrouded corpses in front of the shields, shattering their bodies to pieces.

The number of people in the third shift is no longer enough to form an effective shield wall. Behind him, several soldiers of the fifth squad put down their guns, picked up the shields soaked in blood, and decisively took the vacant seats.

"Zhou He, contact the demolition team to see if the drone can fly here." Matthew dodged the sweeping claws and fired a few shots.

"Zhou He?" Matthew looked behind him suspiciously, and no one answered him.

"Zhou He?" He hurried to the place where the seriously wounded were lying. Zhou He sat against a cupboard, his clothes already stained red with blood. His eyes were wide open to the ceiling, his rifle still clutched in his hand.

He died of excessive bleeding from his wounds.

"What about the first responders?" Matthew yelled in the channel, and the image of the chief that day overlapped with the current Zhou He. His hands trembled slightly, these people were still holding weapons until they died.

"Sir, the first responder is lying next to me." One soldier replied.

Matthew was silent.

Lying next to Zhou He was another corpse, his neck twisted at a strange angle, his face was blurred with flesh and blood, and there was no trace of human touch.

"I ...... I ......" Matthew looked at his hands, it was he, it was the hands holding the knives that buried the soldiers himself. These are all soldiers who have been withdrawn from the front line to the rear to recuperate, and they have received a temporary order to come to this ruin. They should have bragged and farted in the tavern, or had a hot steak with their families and children, instead of falling into this meaningless ruin.

He was also one of the signatories of the Appointment.

It was not these aberrations that killed them, but himself.

But so what?

Damn, it's still those aberrants.

"We arrived, in the corridor. Ask your people to open their shields, and there will be drone bombing. Qin Ziyao judged that he was dead, but he didn't know why he insisted on getting his body. Zhao Qiong's voice sounded, and Matthew almost cried, he was saved!

Although Zhao Qiong is only a general-level god killer, he has extremely elite special troops, at least several times stronger than ordinary teams.

"The fifth shift is suppressed by the full fire output distance, and the third shift is ready to meet the impact. Zongcheng Black Carbon also raised his shield, and the drone was coming. Matthew shouted in the channel.

In a moment, there was a faint buzzing sound, which was not very real to hear mixed with the sound of gunfire.

The buzzing sound grew louder and louder, and a small four-winged drone shuttled through the pile of shrouded corpses, and when it came to the door, it immediately burst into a burst of red fire!

The wave of air slammed into the shrouds, knocking them to the ground, blasting those who got closer to pieces.

The flames cleared, and the shield-wielding soldier lifted his head to see the shrouded corpse lying on the ground.

"Rush out! Rush out! Rendezvous with General Zhao!" Matthew's ears were ringing, and he had to yell hard. With that, he pulled out the shotgun behind his back and blasted half of the nearest rotting head off with a single shot.

All the soldiers threw down their shields and raised their shotguns. They were covered in blood, and their soft armor was wet with the blood of their companions and shrouded corpses.

The soldiers stepped into the puddle with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and it was difficult to see what it was meant to be. They stepped over the corpses of their companions and numbly pulled the trigger on the shrouded corpse on the ground.

Walking to the door, a shrouded corpse grabbed a soldier's calf and bit it off.

The soldier gave the shroud a nonchalant glance and continued on his way.

He just wanted to leave.

Outside the door, several roars rang out, and the powerful special bullets accurately knocked down all the shrouded corpses that tried to get up.

Zhao Qiong squatted down, frowned and picked up an iron plaque with the names of the fallen engraved on it.

"Forward, the ambulance team is ready, the others are resting in place, and the dog will follow me to the separation room." Zhao Qiong pulled up the bolt and gave the order.

Matthew and the surviving soldiers stepped out of the door, cold faces beneath the mask.

They didn't speak, but sat down in a clean place, holding their companion's nameplate in their hands.

Matthew ran to Zhao Qiong, saluted, and then fell silent.

"You stay." Zhao Qiong said softly, "Report the casualties." ”

"The original twelve people in the No. 3 team, the captain was killed, the deputy captain was seriously injured, seven people were killed, and four survived."

"The original thirteen people in the No. 5 team, the captain was killed, the deputy captain was killed, four people were killed, three were seriously injured, and six survived."

"In this mission, four people were seriously wounded, fourteen were killed, and ten people were fully combat-capable." Matthew stared at Zhao Qiong, "General Zhao, whether it's me or the dead soldiers, they need an explanation. If the above refuses, then we will collectively apply for discharge. ”

His voice was suppressed and angry, he thought he was immune to this kind of thing, but when he saw Zhou He, he found that he still hadn't gotten used to dying, whoever it was.

"This search mission, I promise, has strategic significance no less than that of the South China Joint Defense Line, which I can assure you. As for the rest, I can't decide. Zhao Qiong said.

Matthew glanced at Zhao Qiong, saluted, and left without saying a word.

The teams and watchmen who came to support began to clear the corridor. Gunshots rang out, and the remnants of the shrouded corpse were forced back into the separation room, making eerie noises.

Zhao Qiong looked in the direction of the separation room and frowned deeply.

With that number of aberrants, even if he was given a fully formed Godslayer detachment, he wouldn't be confident that he would be able to completely handle it.

It seems that the amnesiac teenager is really dead.

He silently thought, fate, is it really impossible to disobey?