On the south side of Donrosk, in a bar on the side of the street, a short figure leaned lazily against the empty bar, carrying a bottle of Russian spirits in his hand, raised his head and drank it down, then belched. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because of what was happening in that city, even though it was nearly a hundred kilometers away from Donrosk, the inhabitants of the neighborhood would have run away long ago, and there were no other living people except this guy.

Watching a wisp of liquor flow into his yellow beard that was tied into a "double ponytail", the short man who was only one meter four tall raised his hand and wiped his mouth, and the red armor on his body flashed blood-like light in the dim light.

"Old man, it's time to work!" An anxious voice came from the walkie-talkie receiver on the bar: "There's a monster coming to you!" ”

"Who do you say is the old man?" The short man replied in a rough voice, "You are not much younger than me. ”

"Whatever, there's a message from the Monster Administration, a large number of monsters are coming, you'd better hurry up and get the defenses, otherwise you'll definitely be killed." The man on the walkie-talkie spoke very quickly: "If you don't believe me, you can go outside and have a look!" ”

"It's okay, I left the battery there." The "dwarf" in the bar had a slight hint of ridicule in his voice, and it was clear that he had not yet taken it seriously.

"How many turrets have a fart? Look outside! The other party reminded him again and then cut off the call.

"What's the hurry?" The dwarf in red armor casually threw the bottle behind the bar, listened to the crisp cracking sound, nodded in satisfaction, and grabbed a small war hammer on the bar, the name engraved in Swedish on the hammer was clearly visible:

- Tobiang. Lindholm.

The dwarf with the war hammer in his hand walked out of the bar, only to see a pitch-black "cloud wall" covering the sky and the sun, which was sweeping towards his location at an alarming speed, and suddenly his right eye widened in surprise, and thousands of red dots had appeared in the left eye covered by the metal "blindfold".

As an engineer hired by the Monster Administration to build a defensive weapon system near the ruins of Donrosk City, Tobion has been building on a regular schedule lately, and has installed dozens of automatic thermal turrets in the vicinity that can automatically fire whenever it senses the enemy's position. He thought he would be able to sit back and relax, but now ......

"Where did so many monsters come from? I can't stand this old bone......" he grumbled, shaking his head.

Although those turrets were enough to deal with the attacks of hundreds of monsters, the number of monsters now was obviously not only a few hundred, and the number of monsters that appeared in the thermal imaging mirror alone had exceeded a thousand, not to mention the hazy figure that appeared faintly behind the black fog.

Tobiang was only slightly surprised by the kilometer-high black "wall" coming at him, then regained his usual composure, reached out and stroked his beard, and pressed a button on the red armor on his arm.

"Let the old man teach you what it means to 'build and smash it'! Monsters! ”

With the dwarf's voice, the dilapidated bar behind him suddenly crumbled, and a three-story pitch-black "fortress" rose from the ground with a dull rumbling sound. Dozens of barrels stretched out from the black cylindrical object in all directions, and each of them was connected by extremely precise support rods, which can be described as "pulling a hair and moving the whole body".

As long as a slightly experienced engineer can see that this weapon system can no longer be described simply by the word "precision", but others cannot build it even if they have equipment, which can be called an artistic existence!

A low "buzzing" sounded, the various parts of the cylinder began to rotate, and seventy-two cannons of two hundred millimeter caliber, arranged in a gorgeous oblique fan, were aimed at the black wall in front of them.

"Oooooo

Standing in front of the black muzzle of the gun he had made himself, Tobiang was about to press the firing button when he remembered that he was still standing outside, and hurriedly ran backwards, bending down and burrowing into a small door behind the black "tower" that only children could enter.

Then, from the steel building with amazing firepower, the old man's excited roar was heard:

"Look at my new weapons full of potential, darling!"

Before the words fell, seventy-two cannons had already opened fire at the same time, fighting against the dark wave sweeping in front of them with frantic firepower!

"Bang!"

After the earth-shattering loud bang, the seemingly unstoppable monster "wall" was blasted out of a large oval hole, comparable to the super explosion of a nuclear weapon, and even blasted a part of the flesh and blood two kilometers away and landed in front of the turret.

"Die! Die! Die! ”

Seeing that his attack was effective, Tobiang shouted excitedly, not at all calm as his peers, but more like a naughty child.

Unlike ordinary children, this guy can build the most sophisticated killing machine in the human world.

And now, he is using his creation to fight against an incredible wave of monsters!

"Bang bang bang!"

Dozens of more high-explosive shells blasted out, blasting the restored dark wall into an irregular hole again, but Tobiang soon discovered that even a turret of this power could not create irreparable "scars" in the black wall.

But even so, he still has a secret weapon that he hasn't used:

"I'm an old man...... We're not done yet! ”

With a roar, the three-story cylindrical turret deformed again, falling in the direction of the monster swarm in front of it, and the original long cannon barrel was inserted into the concrete floor in front of it to become a support column, forcing the metal cylinder to be fixed in place in a posture of aiming at the monster group diagonally above it.

Then, the top of the cylinder began to slowly open......

The unfathomable pitch-black muzzle, which was ten meters in diameter, was aimed at the oncoming monster group. After the transformation was completed, Tobiang's triumphant voice sounded from the loudspeaker again:

"This is my inspiration from the German train guns in World War II, a certain old man always said 'precise German craftsmanship', today I will prove that the craftsmanship of the Swedes is the best in the world!"

After speaking, the dwarf sitting inside the turret was about to press the red firing button, but an unexpected situation suddenly happened-

The group of monsters that were rushing in a second ago seemed to have received some command, and instantly stopped in place, and then ...... It began to retreat backwards, like the waves at low tide.

"What's the situation?"

Seeing that the skinless monster group that seemed to have no IQ suddenly began to retreat en masse, even the experienced weapon engineer was stunned in the turret with a stunned expression, until the wave of monsters that came just now had completely contracted and began to disappear out of sight, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and wiped the sweat beads on his face:

"It seems that my old bones can live for a while......"

Tobiang knew very well that if he really fired this cannon, which had just been built for less than five days and had not yet passed the safety test, he would probably be shocked to death in the cockpit by the terrifying recoil.

Although he didn't know why the monster in front of him retreated, the short old man with a long beard saluted with his right hand, and in a rough voice, he sincerely thanked the guy who saved him, whether that guy was a human or a ghost, or a god who was overlooking the world from the sky:

"Thank you! Come to me when you have time, and I'll treat you to a drink. ”

It's a pity that the person Tobiang was thanking didn't hear this, because at this time the guy had already piloted the missile launch ship and fell directly into the mouth of hell.

The moment he entered the body of the "Primordial Hell", his vision suddenly went dark, but fortunately, the fire from the tail of the missile and the bright light from the explosion made him not unable to see anything, but the visibility was still extremely low, and he couldn't see the structure inside.

"Is this thing shut up......" Zhang Luo looked up at the deep darkness directly above.

The inside of the hell's crater stenched with sulfur, and the hot air was disgusting. Zhang Luo knew that if he didn't have the shield protection created by domain control around his body, even if he wasn't burned to death at this time, the clothes on his body would burn.

This place is not suitable for any creature other than demons, and it can be described as a complete realm of death. If a human had fallen into this area, they would have turned into corpses the moment they entered!

However, at present, Zhang Luo is not more concerned about this, but other anomalies:

"The number of monsters has decreased? Something is wrong......"

I thought that after entering the hell maw, I would encounter more skinless monsters, but the number of monsters here can only be regarded as "three or two kittens" compared to the outside, which is completely different.

The missile launcher that Pandora transformed into fired a salvo, and the monsters in the dark space were almost killed - although the visibility was too low to tell if they had been killed, but after a volley, there were no disgusting skinless monsters continuing to rush up.

"Are there any enemies nearby?" Zhang Luo asked in his consciousness.

"I can't feel it in a place like this...... We are in the belly of the enemy! Pandora's voice was also a little dazed, obviously unable to answer Zhang Luo's question.

"Okay." Zhang Luo nodded, had no intention of changing direction at all, and continued to fall towards the interior of hell.

Realizing that his master didn't seem to have much in mind, this time Pandora asked, "Master, what are you going to do when you come in?" ”

Hearing the question of the weapon in his hand, Zhang Luo smiled and gave an answer that made Pandora almost vomit blood:

"I don't know, resigned to fate?"

"Hell, you're going to die!" The missile launch ship that Zhang Luo was riding on trembled: "It's unbelievable, why are my two masters this kind of guy?" Dante's guy is always unreliable......"

"Maybe it's because it's more popular these days?" Zhang Luo casually answered the question about the weapon, and at the same time began to try to expand the scope of "domain control", using spatial perception to confirm the situation around him.

The bloody aura inside the primordial hell was much thicker than the "inner temple" that Diablo used to keep monsters in captivity, and even Zhang Luo, who was carrying a spatial shield, felt like he couldn't breathe.

In the absence of monsters, the uneasiness caused by the ghost's premonition is even stronger. It seems that something must be brewing in the primordial hell, or-

"I guess I jumped into the trap myself, did I?" Zhang Luo frowned, and muttered to himself with a solemn face.

"You just noticed!" Pandora sounded like she was really going to vomit blood.

"Actually, I have long felt that something is wrong, after all, it is a bit too coincidental, it seems to be attracting me over......" Zhang Luo smiled: "But it doesn't matter, with you, we can't lose." ”

"Don't be numb, do you think we can escape by saying this kind of 'protagonist line'?" Pandora sighed helplessly: "I can only see what this hell is going to do." ”

In the current situation, even she, who was once the queen of hell, could not help much. The only thing you can do is to wait for the other party to say what you want.

As expected, Zhang Luo, who was still falling, suddenly slowed down the speed of the fall, along with the missile launch ship. Immediately after, on the flesh and blood wall facing them, a white light suddenly lit up, and at the same time, an eerie voice came out, using the demonic language that Zhang Luo had just mastered for a long time:

"Welcome."

"Needless to say, we've seen it before." Zhang Luo said in demonic language.

"No, I haven't seen it before." There was an unbelievable sense of oppression in that voice, and it even reminded Zhang Luo of the time when he had a direct conversation with "Earth": "But I will get rid of you." ”

"Why do you want to kill me if you have no grievance?" Zhang Luo raised his eyebrows with interest and continued to ask questions he was interested in.

It seems that "Primordial Hell" doesn't want to kill himself directly, but is still going to say something, in that case, of course, he has to listen to this guy before making the next move.

With such a thought, Zhang Luo didn't ask more, just waited for the other party's reply, and after about ten seconds, from that white light, a deep voice finally came out again:

"I will recover all the power that you have taken away, and then throw you into the most cruel Eastern Hell to endure eternal torture!"

Hearing this, Zhang Luo asked in surprise, "Haven't we seen each other?" When did I take away your power? ”

He only remembered that he had killed many skinless monsters in the primordial hell, and that he had met Ares, the god of war, who was hiding here, and that he had not even thought about seizing the power of hell at the time due to the urgency of time.

What's more, Primordial Hell has shown that it doesn't know itself, so why would it say such lines of unknown meaning?

When Zhang Luo was wondering, he saw dozens of squirming purple "long tongues" attacking him from multiple angles and in all directions, accompanied by a hissing sound, he easily broke through the spatial shield generated by the domain control, and entangled his hands and feet.

Then, a deafening roar erupted from the front again:

"Today, I will regain my own power!"

With this voice, countless cheers rang out in all directions. The demons who have been hiding in the depths of hell have finally revealed their true colors.

"I don't know if you've made a mistake, but it seems that it can only be solved by force." Zhang Luo said. (To be continued.) )