Anderson's grip on the gun handle felt like he was holding a fishing rod, each shell fired was a hook, and the trailing trail was a line invisible in the sun.

The muscles on his face twisted as if he had hooked a great white shark while fishing. The great white shark had just bitten his lover to death, and now he was going to break its fangs and smash its belly to make it pay for it.

The hatred of losing his lover and the excitement of catching a big fish intertwine that drove him crazy. He seemed to see the dark red blood rolling in the waves, the broken flesh of the fish, and the snow-white belly of the dead fish.

I've never caught such a good fish!

"Ah, quick! Hurry up, Boris! Make the bullets a little faster! I'm going to smash these bitches! Anderson yelled at Boris, who was helping him manually fake the shells and turn the chains.

"What the fuck do you think I'm an electric motor!" Boris scolded, "Either you come and release the bomb, and I will fight!" ”

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Anderson gave up his position to turn the chain and replaced Boris with control of the shot.

Dada, da......

The speed of the shells was indeed a little faster than just now.

"You're so!" With the Spirit of Fire in one hand and the telescope in the other, Petru shouted, "We don't have many shells!" ”

"Don't worry, it's enough to beat these bastards into mud! Hahaha......" Boris laughed maniacally, his eyes widened like brass bells, and the muscles of his body and face trembled rhythmically.

30MM CALIBER SHELLS HIT PEOPLE, CAN DIRECTLY STOP PEOPLE FROM THE WAIST AND BREAK THEM, NOT TO MENTION THAT THE M789 HIGH-EXPLOSIVE SHELL ALSO HAS EXPLOSIVE POWER, WITH A KILLING RADIUS OF MORE THAN 5 METERS.

Through the binoculars, Petru could clearly see the tragic condition of the Itesa in front of the altar, and since the Spirit of Fire was able to invoke the spiritual power of the island, he was able to trace the traces of cannonballs with his spirits, just as he had traced bullets on the island of Tubuai. It's a pity that you can't control this shell, otherwise you can hit the enemy more accurately.

The Itesa simply did not understand what was happening. All they heard was a clatter, something invisible, with a sharp whistling sound, and then one by one, their companions fell, and a puff of smoke exploded on the ground.

An Urrakan nervously plucked his bow from his back, mounted a wooden arrow aimed at the void from which the sound came, and shouted in their language, "Devil! ”。 However, before his arrow could be fired, he felt something hit him in the chest, but he was not knocked away, and still stood upright. He looked down and saw a large hole in his chest, enough to burrow into a person's head, and the heart and lungs were gone out of thin air.

There was a thud behind him. He tried to turn around and see what had broken his chest, but he couldn't move. He saw a companion in front of him, looking at him with frightened eyes.

The man was bowed and held a spear, and the hole in his chest could be seen from that direction and height. Then, the man's hand holding the spear suddenly broke off from his body, and a cloud of blood mist rose, and the severed arm flew diagonally, just through the large hole in his chest.

He was lucky, after his chest was blown open, his brain did not have time to die, so that he finally saw how the "devil" kills people before he died, although he still couldn't see the "devil" clearly, maybe the devil didn't look like at all.

But he was also unlucky. Compared with his brother who had a straight head flowering, he died relatively unhappily, and he had to see all kinds of scenes of the tragic death of his clan when he was dying, and he suffered incomparably painfully.

At the moment of his fall, he was tempted to question their god why the pious Itsa, who had abandoned his people and guarded them for thousands of years in Ramla, were finally destroyed at the hands of demons.

But he couldn't make a sound. He saw only three suns in the sky, as if to laugh at his stupid way of dying. Finally, he broke in two as he fell, and the arrow on the bowstring, which had been drawn, finally shot crookedly, in the direction of the sky.

……

Although it is fed manually, the M230 cannon still has a fast rate of fire. By the time the crows arrived, 500 shells were almost there. Frenzied Boris and Anderson fired the last few shells with hideous faces before finally stopping contentedly.

They left behind their destocked guns and descended the hill to join the others.

When Aoki came to the square in front of the altar, he saw a tragic picture:

There were stumps and severed arms everywhere, blood stained the ground red, and vague and indistinguishable pieces of flesh were everywhere, leaving no place to put your feet.

Less than a tenth of the more than 1,000 Itsa's survived, and most of them were missing arms and legs and had lost their combat effectiveness. They lay in the pile of dead people, their expressions glazed, their eyes staring at the sky with empty eyes, and if they didn't distinguish carefully, they were not much different from dead people.

This one-sided massacre across the age of civilization left the Itsatesa in utter despair, with the unseen bullets and terrifying lethality leading them to believe that demons had descended and that the gods had given up on them.

The priests frantically rushed into the pile of the dead, rummaging here and looking there.

Kuberta picked up the head of half of the Itsa, and knelt on his knees, the head missing half of the bevel, and the remaining eye was still open, full of horror and helplessness.

Batus was prostrate on the ground, clutching at many scattered internal organs in his hands, trembling all over.

Bigwindi raised her arms to the sky and raised her arms to the sky, calling out and questioning their god in the Itsa.

Seeing such a scene, even the executioners who had just carried out the massacre couldn't help but be moved. Anderson, Boris and Petro stood dumbly on the edge of the slaughterhouse, a little incredulous that they had just done it. Especially when it was seen that Lady Larry and Alice were still alive, the men who had experienced the war and the killing almost broke down.

The three Itesa priests turned and looked at the people who had just been negotiating and depicting the good life of the distant and legendary world of Unab.

Their faces were full of bewilderment, remorse, and anger......

How accurate God's prophecy is! These are not people, they are demons! The demons pretending to be oracles deceived them of the Divine Staff, and they pretended to negotiate to deceive them into trust, just to make them let their guard down.

The priests slowly stood up, the muscles of their faces twisted with resentment, as if many snakes and insects had crawled on their faces. Their eyes shot with hatred and rage, as if they were about to burn everything to the ground. Their hoarse throats roared strange noises, Ula Ullah's, like a horn to wake up a sleeping dragon.

The survivors, but in despair, awoke at the sound of the trumpet and rose to their feet, even those who had broken their hands or legs, as long as they were alive.

They supported each other and slowly moved closer to the priests, gathering into a team of about 100 disabled people. Their eyes shot the same fury as the priests, their faces contorted to the appearance of the devil, and their spirits and wills slowly united, and at the last moment, finally condensed into a formation.

A huge spiritual power emanated from them, accompanied by a pervasive bloody aura, swept in!