When a dead soldier emerges from a corner, it means that more dead soldiers follow him, and strange creatures swarm in droves, pounce on the enemy like wild beasts, and attack with their own weapons, they are extremely well organized, they are not afraid of death, and they do not lack wisdom other than the experience and instinct that their bodies have accumulated over the years. Pen & Fun & Ge www.biquge.info Speaking of "wisdom" may make some people scoff, some people who have seen these low-level security guards will always have a strong thought, not to mention prejudice, that these killing weapons are equivalent to those automatic weapons made by humans that only have logical intelligence, but what are they really like?

There are many occult experts who believe that even the lowest-level security guards have the same wisdom as the Gray Mist Demon, but the development direction of these wisdoms and the angle from which they guide the growth of wisdom are different from those of humans, so when people observe this wisdom, they feel confused and plausible. As a researcher and rebooter of the safety net, Sha is very sure that these dead soldiers are indeed intelligent, and they use their strong bodies, powerful weapons and their own intelligence to fight, so even if they lack instinct and experience, they will kill the enemy beyond imagination. And such security guards are the basis for the Ruling Bureau to maintain its rule in the past and solve all kinds of anomalies caused by the gray fog.

It's just that, in the time of human beings, with human experience, knowledge and touch, it is difficult to judge the wisdom of these low-level security guards, who are completely different from their own life forms.

In addition to these, there are more reasons for Sha to believe in the wisdom of these dead soldiers: first, the life form of the corpse that is more similar to the life form of the dead soldiers is itself a life form with extremely high intelligence; The second is that the Gray Mist, which forms the technical foundation of the Ruling Bureau, the foundation of the living system of the Security Guardian, and the foundation of the birth of the life of the body, the Gray Mist, can itself give birth to "demons" with intelligence.

Since the most basic framework already has the possibility of giving birth to wisdom, and the so-called "distant relatives" on this basic framework have also shown the characteristics of wisdom, it is really not good to say that security guards will inevitably produce wisdom. In other words, between the two possibilities of "wise" and "unwise", Sha prefers the former.

Wise dead soldiers, although it is not known in what form their wisdom manifests themselves, will certainly play the most crucial role in their battles without exception. Using their numbers to make up for the numerical gap between oneself and the enemy is exactly one of Sha's ideas, however, it is completely conceivable that this approach can only work in the early stage, and it is the best idea to catch the enemy by surprise. When these dead soldiers appeared in such a large number of the enemy's field of vision, the enemy had enough intelligence to determine why these dead soldiers were showing up in large numbers at this time, and thus find a way to break the temporary stalemate.

When the enemy figures out what happened and why, the counterattack will become more rapid and will not leave much time for you. Sha believes that her research on security networks is getting more and more advanced, but none of the information she has received allows her to accurately judge the adversary's prowess in this area. If you could have seized most of the territory of the Dominion Bureau in the beginning, you could probably use the advantage of resources to oppress those physical beings, but now the situation has been reversed. Sha retains only one-third of the Dominion area, while Primal Life occupies two-thirds.

The disparity in overall strength is not conducive to a protracted war and a head-to-head confrontation. The only chance now is to make a breakthrough in high-end combat power and implement a decapitation plan against the enemy, sweeping away the core of their social activities, forcing them to split from within while having numerical superiority.

Tearing apart an enemy who is as strong as a whole and breaking those fragments one by one is the method of fighting with the weak defeating the strong. However, such a simple method of fighting, of course, is also easy for the enemy to see through. The enemy is obviously powerful, but he still huddles in one place, accumulating strength, intending to decide the outcome of everything with a crushing battle in a brilliant opportunity. In the eyes of any person of insight, this intention is so naked, so conspicuous, that it cannot be stopped.

To describe how bad the situation really is, even hundreds of sheets of paper can't be written, Sha has used her growing thinking circuit with her body to make a variety of possible judgments, but the final result is failure. The red warning had always been present in her cognition with her equally acute, and she knew that she was getting stronger every moment, and she knew that her movements had always been rapid, but it was useless to reduce the pessimistic conclusion of despair and fear that overflowed from the depths of her heart.

Sha felt like she was going crazy, her own strength, just letting herself be crammed more and more in a scorching iron room. There is no exit from this iron house, even if he can endure the emptiness and darkness, he can endure suffocation and heat, but his body is about to fill the iron house, and then, he will grow, but this iron house will never be broken, nor will it expand, and eventually he will be squeezed to death by himself.

It is an illusion that recurs in Sha's perception, the feeling of being human, and in this hallucination, it is confused with the feeling of being inhuman. She felt like she had blood in her body and breathed air on her own, but reason told her that not only did she not have the blood, but she didn't need to breathe at all.

It was a feeling, just a feeling, but it had an immensely strong effect on her. In Sha's view, the effect of this effect on the level of consciousness is worse and more inexplicable than any physical effect. When you can think, madness and darkness have been observed, and the deeper you think, the more you will be swallowed up by these madness and darkness.

It is true that some beautiful and bright things will also come to mind when she thinks, but these things will eventually become the foil of those madness and darkness in a state of inevitable destruction - and in her reflection she is very deeply aware of the apocalyptic truth that Father Sissen has expounded to her, and she is more and more aware of the correctness, inevitability and decisiveness of the doomsday truth for herself and for all things.

Every time, Sha almost collapsed in this pessimistic, powerless, hopeless, and crazy picture of the future, and it was only in this tightrope-like feeling and thinking that she could better understand what the battle of those outsiders was all about, and how their battle was related to the current situation of domination. Therefore, for those who are still fighting on the front line, I would like to pay tribute to those who are still fighting on the front line, and I will mourn the foolishness.

Fear, madness, darkness, depravity, as if the self was disintegrating, burning like wood being chopped into firewood, burning so that even the mind paused, and the place of pause was not beautiful at all, and could only be described as "hell".

This massive, only a rough humanoid construct, exhales a long breath, as if to release all the pressure it is undergoing in this way - the exhalation is not just a description, the huge and long exhaust vent emits a huge whistle, so sharp and full of struggle, that one can't help but think of some mourning, but also a hysterical excitement.

All the beings who heard this whistle could not help but be affected, and the intensity of the battlefield was like being poured cold water, and there was a sudden pause, but then the frenzied fighting swelled, engulfing everything that could move. Buildings were collapsing, and fires were burning from one end of the street and staircase to the other. Corpse Life, Doomsday Shinrito wizards, and dead soldiers are like being in a meat grinder, made into rotten, stinking cans.

This sound was even transmitted to other areas of the Ruling Bureau at different wavelengths, and was picked up by the lucky people, who began to go berserk as well.

Father Sissen heard the voice, Father Edward heard the voice, and he heard the voice. At about the same moment, they could tell that it was Sha's voice, a metaphor for her situation.

As the Necros and Elemental Beings and the wizards of the Cult of Doom Shinrito were at a standoff, the objects corrupted by the anomalous flesh began to tremble violently, and then broke away from their place, either as a single tentacle or as a giant tentacle in pairs. These tentacles, which are a mixture of organic and inorganic matter, are fifty or sixty meters long, even if they are the smallest.

A single sweep swept away a large part of the enemy's attack arrows, allowing the corpse army to advance at a faster rate with less damage.

The enemy, which is dominated by Elemental Life and the Wizards of the Doomsday Truth Cult, is also losing ground in such a ferocious offensive, and even if the Elemental Life takes out its own limb weapons that match the critical weapons, it will not be able to reverse the situation, because Father Edward's amorphous form disguise is too large, and it is still rapidly mutating towards a higher mystery. No one knows what will become of him. In a sense, all knowledgeable people who are aware of the greater mutation of these anomalous flesh and blood have an ominous premonition of the outcome of this mutation. The chaotic, chaotic, indescribable will also manifest itself at the end of these anomalous flesh changes.

In this war of domination, there are more and more terrifying things that surpass the ordinary sense of "monsters". No one can say for sure who wins or who loses, but there is an intuition that whoever wins or loses will be a complete and irretrievable defeat for their side.

It seems that no matter what you do, it's not the right thing to do. In this labyrinth of overdrive changes, the exit has been sealed.

Of course, Father Sissen could also feel that while he was looking for the exit to the labyrinth, he was also haunted by the unusual horror, and on the battlefield he was in, he himself was a vulgar life compared to the other two transcendent monsters. He didn't seem to be on such a battlefield, but he was here, and had witnessed and experienced the battle between the two monsters, and did his best to survive in the gap between the two monsters.

Having been promoted to rank 4 due to some seemingly coincidental factor did not give Father Sissen the slightest advantage, and the cross-shaped pattern spewed gray mist, giving him an endless stream of powerful power that he had never experienced before. However, compared to the two monsters beside him, this powerful force still seemed fragile. Under the maximum output, the phenomenon created by the Demon Pattern Super "Air Pressure Control" is enough to dissociate matter and release high energy, but it cannot really inflict fundamental damage on the two real monsters.

The ground had cracked, the cracks were thousands of meters long, and at least ten meters below the surface was not a safe place, and what was obviously a solid substance was now as soft as turf under greater force, and it could be lifted up easily. The building with anomalous flesh and blood organs smashed on the female shell, which was only the size of a human body, and could not cause enough damage to the other party, but it would cause intense damage to the surrounding environment.

From the first attack of these inorganic and organic tentacles, Father Sissen was exhausted, and he didn't want to be caught up in the battle center of the two monsters. However, it was impossible to leave like this, and he had a strong premonition that if he did not witness the victory or defeat here, then his judgment would be fatally wrong. Moreover, in fact, whether it is confined to the area of the ruling bureau or expanded to the entire world, there is nowhere to escape for himself and others. The destruction that takes place here, and the destruction that takes place outside the ruling place, is being linked in a clear line, and they do not happen independently, but in a continuous rhythm, not a single note, but a song of the end times.

Escaping doesn't make you live longer. Staying and perhaps finding a breakthrough - even if this possibility was extremely small in the eyes of Father Sissen, but it made him believe it even more. Rather, paranoid belief in such a possibility is itself the most powerful struggle in this feast of the end.

Hurricanes are accompanied by the release of shock waves, which never stop on this battlefield, and everywhere things collapse from the physical structure, from the collapse of the general outline to the collapse of the subtle structure, when they change from one state to another, they are like being stripped of their hard shell layer by layer, becoming soft and fragile. The part of what was lost in the process - whether it was energy or something else - was squandered, could not be found, could not be returned.

In Father Sissen's senses, the area of the Ruling Bureau where he is located is like a balloon that is constantly deflated, and no one knows where the vented air has gone.