In an area of the Authority, the corpses of Nazi soldiers are like drowning ant colonies, the remains of security guards are stacked into towers, and dense pipelines run through every corner of the place like the nervous system of living beings. The smell of blood in the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info has long been replaced by an even more bizarre stench, and the bloodstains, blood stains, and pools of blood that have not yet dried up are producing a pale blue discharge. Dozens of figures in power armor sped from the edge of the structure hundreds of meters high, and behind them, gray-black liquid chased after them as if they had consciousness. At the same time, the gray fog is also generated, and after the gray fog reaches a certain concentration, many strange figures are born from it.

A few hundred meters away from these dozens of people, on the other side of the suspended platform and the huge pipe with an inner diameter of at least ten meters, from time to time there were figures that seemed to be human but could be sure from the vague outline that they were definitely not human. They sprinted, some as light as ghosts, others as cannonballs as cannonballs destroying everything that stood in their way, including the structure that should have been incredibly hard, like fragile glass in these ferocious and reckless movements.

In addition to these vaguely visible teams, there are many more things that are not visible, but allow each team here to intuitively feel their existence. It could be a new Nazi soldier, a new security guard, a new Grey Mist demon, a doomsday Shinrikyo wizard, or even something more unimaginable, weird, and unaware of its stance and mode of thinking.

The fighting in this area is extremely complex, and there are no longer just two or three parties fighting. The people in the power armor were very sure that except for their companions, everything else, whether in human form or not, was an enemy, and the other party must have seen anything other than themselves in this way.

There is no concrete reason for the fighting here, and there are no targets in this area that the parties are bound to capture. Just because they looked at each other, they had to kill each other. The other people who appear here are things that don't pay attention to human nature and reason, and they are not human beings at all. They are all different, and they may have some connection to each other, but they are by no means the same kind. In this battlefield where there is no like, there is no basis for any consultation.

Kill each other, or be killed.

The power armor spewed bright fireworks, making the group stand out, and they used the sudden burst of impetus to jump over a ravine tens of meters long, and below them, the empty darkness stretched down for hundreds of meters, and once they fell, they would be shattered. And they also know very well that the jump of their own and others is full of risk, and the short time they stay in mid-air is enough for the enemy to attack, and their own men and horses in mid-air are weaker in mobility than when they are on the ground.

Although I know, there is no way, with the current movement ability of the power armor, the route you are traveling is already a dead end, and if you don't jump over this ravine, you will be forced to stop. If you slow down and hesitate, you'll be torn apart by a variety of enemies in pursuit. These dead ends are unpredictable, and the mysteries that pervade the Ruling Bureau and the increasingly fierce wars are changing the landscape of the Ruling Bureau every moment. The route they had traveled was passable in the information they had obtained earlier, but for unknown reasons, it had broken by the time they arrived.

Dozens of people scrambled to speed over the ravine, and the first to reach the opposite side did not land directly on the straight and neat platforms and pipes, but had to rely on the ability of gloves and shoes to adhere to the vertical multi-faceted cylinders. This column seems to have been part of a super-large structure, but now only the broken remains remain, obliquely inserted in the dense pipes, relying on these equally thick pipes to support the heavy body, its inclination angle is more than eighty degrees, almost vertical, the surface seems to be old, but it is extremely smooth, and it is absolutely impossible to grasp any support point with normal hands.

Even if you use gloves and shoes that can produce strong adsorption, if you are unlucky enough to step on those places where the adsorption force cannot work at the last moment, there is a good chance that you will fall underneath, and you will be seriously injured if you do not die, and there is no possibility of escaping from the enemy.

The enemies chasing this human team include, but are not limited to, "Elemental Life", "Anomalous Security Guards", "Nazi Soldiers", and "Grey Mist Demons", and it is expected that the wizards of the Doomsday Shinrikyo are also here, but they cannot be dug out with certainty. It was wishful thinking to defeat these things in a normal way of fighting, and the group that knew this was fighting and retreating, and from the beginning of contact to the present, a third of their companions had died.

Of course, the corpse-strewn war was not caused by the centaurs' war, but they still added a few collectibles to the cemetery when they arrived. From time to time, some people think that it would be nice if they could really get rid of the tracker behind them, however, they know better that this is nothing more than delusion. Those things that chase themselves and others are themselves the most ferocious hounds or hunters.

More than two-thirds of the people had jumped over the ravine, and those in front had stopped for a moment to cover those behind who were not yet able to move. The guns and shells with the S mechanism planted made a sonorous sound, burrowed heavily into the boring, and smashed through the surface of the non-tectonic building in the next second, and the primitive life that had just been drilled out of that direction, whether it was the gray fog demon, or the Nazis, none of them could survive this level of force, which was the answer that had been proven by practice many times.

The last few jumps of the group proved this sentence with their own lives: they jumped out of the chasm with heavy breaths, looking down the cliff, and a brilliant beam of light suddenly cut through his body, and before the tide of battle could turn, his body was already cut in half. The blood splattered out like a high-pressure spout, but before it could be contaminated with anything else, it had already begun to deteriorate, not only in color, but also in texture.

The splattered blood sprinkled on the structure immediately produced a violent chemical reaction, turning the otherwise strong structure material into another soft thing, and coagulated into a huge "egg" as large as an adult. From past experience, these "eggs" are exactly the form of the larvae of the body life before they are born, but even if they guess correctly, these people do not have the energy and time to destroy these things.

Immediately afterward, several more people jumped over, and one or two didn't step on the right foothold, or the power armor was malfunctioning, and it itself was not enough to adapt to the mystery of the crisis, and in the blink of an eye, only wails echoed in the empty darkness. The survivors did not hesitate, and the snipers, who had been supporting the others, ran out of bullets in the chamber of their guns, and then switched places with their companions. The bullets fired by these people can effectively defeat Nazi soldiers, gray fog demons, and even security guards who are also made of constructs, but they have no way to take their lives and can only slow down the opponent's footsteps slightly.

Even so, their hard work allowed them to maintain a certain number of companions, and those who could not survive could only be described as "unlucky" - rather, they would rather those who died not die because they did not do their best, but only because they were unlucky.

“…… The Torchlight returned. One of the people running in the middle of the team suddenly said loudly in the encrypted communication channel: "They have completed the final node arrangement, and our entrusted task has been completed." ”

Hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief, they have been cooperating with the Torchlight since they temporarily lost contact with the Cyberball. The Torchlight is at least a large mysterious organization no less powerful than Cyberball in terms of momentum and status, and it is also a member of the NOG, even if it cannot understand what they are doing, but at least it must give some support in action, unless there is an order from a higher decision-making level. Mutual cooperation within the NOG began much earlier, but the brutality of the war suddenly cut off the connection between the various parties on the battlefield, and even the Torchlight seemed to be unable to maintain contact with other NOG member organizations at all times.

Since then, they have been assisting the Torchlight's operations. The Torchlight needs to create even greater "deviations", and for this it requires more preparation, with their own men performing the most dangerous and core tasks, while the remaining trivial, useful but inconsequential tasks are delegated to others. They have no complaints about this, although they can't avoid danger if they have to go on a mission, but in this world, there is no place that is absolutely safe.

Even the most secure mission can skyrocket the danger at any moment due to a sudden increase in mystery. Perhaps because of the Torchlight's intense movements, the enemy's reaction began to become violent, and by the time of the last few missions, the number of members of their group had plummeted by one-third.

Fortunately, the missions of luring and attacking the enemy are over, and the Torchlight has no more tasks to order, and they only need to escape the current tracking of these enemies to breathe a breath for a while.

"Any news from anyone else?" A companion asked. His helmet visor was half torn and bleeding outward, making people a little worried about his injuries. But when it comes to serious injuries, the power armor of the other companions around looks even more miserable. In fact, there is hardly much difference in the degree of injury of everyone here. Fortunately, as long as they have a half-moment of rest, their own self-healing ability and some mysterious power can bring them back to normal.

The problem is that they have time to talk, but they don't have time to stop.

"I've been reporting consistently, but I've not heard back." The companion on the other side said, "Sometimes I really think that we are the only ones left." ”

He was just talking casually, but it made the atmosphere in the team a little dull. The enormous stress of losing contact with other allies and carrying out life-and-death missions alone in this vast territory has caused many of them to suffer from psychological and mental problems, which have led to mistakes in the rush of battle and their deaths.

He wasn't the only one who thought so. Everyone couldn't help but have a feeling that although they and the others relied on the power of the repeater to escape the strongest impact, they might already be one of the few survivors.

"What are we going to do next? Where to go? A companion broke the silence and asked. His confusion is also the confusion of many people in the team, they are no longer needed by the Torchlight, but they still have to do something, this war does not allow anyone to fish in troubled waters. If you have been working hard for so long, and only because you have been forgotten in the end, and you have not had the opportunity to do more, that you will lose the war, you can't help but shudder when you think about it.

More precisely, it is precisely because the current environment is so cruel, and the others have nothing else to do except for small-scale frontal combat, so they expect a commander who stands in a higher position and has a better vision to give orders, so that they can understand where their power should be swung in order to bring the dawn of victory to mankind.

Yes, they are exhausted and exhausted, but they are still fighting only for the goal of "saving humanity" that has been set from the beginning - they have received combat education and become frontline combatants in order to save some, to save others, to save the people of the world, and even to save the world.

They know their incompetence and stupidity, and they know what a difficult goal they want to achieve, but they can't give up, so they want someone to show them a clear direction - the ultimate goal is already there, but they can't see the ladder to the goal, they need the most correct ladder to walk up with their own feet.

It is precisely because they have such a great ambition and know their own limits that they are called "crusaders".

Yes, the Magical Girl Crusader, originally meant "a crusade made up of magical girls", and the most important of them was not the "magical girl" meaning, but the meaning of "crusade". What they are carrying out is their own "crusading expedition".

Now, the expedition has gone too far, even though it is still on the battlefield. Although the Torchlight is also part of the NOG and has its own clear plan, their "deviation" makes people doubt their plan. The "Magical Girl Crusaders" are allies of the Torchlight, not subordinates, they have their own will and needs, and they are desperate to return to the best battlefield.