Then Duke saw the bearded Meghan pounce on a mech that was firing wildly, and was suddenly swept by the cannon, and her right leg swirled into the air. Megan suddenly stepped forward, waving her hands to grab the mecha in front of her, but she couldn't reach it, and when she fell face down and ate shit, the frightened mecha in front just took a step back, and the heavy iron hooves stepped on Meghan's neck, stepping on Meghan's buttocks, and under the shadow of the mecha, the red and white brains exploded to the ground, and Megan's neck and shoulder blades became a carpet stuck to the ground.

Duke roared, not looking at the mech aimed at him, not looking at the mech with his back to him, he jumped off the mercenary's corpse, which was already cold and dead, and roared like a Viking ancestor, rushing towards the mech that trampled Meghan to death. As soon as he saw that the footprints of the mecha were still stained with Meghan's brains, he burst into infinite physical strength, grabbing the dagger and charging furiously like a Viking who had landed on the beach.

The mecha spotted Duke and staggered to try to turn around and kill Duke. Duke was furious, but his mind was still clear, so he began to run sideways in circles three meters away, trying to get behind the mech.

The mecha that caused the accident had already seen this group of dagger madmen ride several mercenaries to death, and would rather die than be a ghost, desperately step by step, constantly turning left, left, left, trying to face Duke.

Then Duke kept running to the right, to the right, to the right, to go around behind it, and the killing intent was decided.

What follows is the scene where the eagle catches the chicken, and after Duke is desperately circling three meters away, the mech is spinning in circles in the center.

The mercenaries shouted in fear, crackling in Spanish for help, and verbally abusing their teammates to the effect that:

"Isn't it blind! Help me kill this cunning bastard! ”

The horrified insult quickly caught the attention of the other mechs.

Therefore, at the moment when Duke successfully climbed onto the Causing Mecha, three beams of gold-shattering cluster firepower came hand in hand, with love from friendly forces, and pierced both the Causing Mecha and Duke riding on the battery.

Under the unparalleled penetrating kinetic energy, the mercenary company with exoskeleton armor under Duke's crotch was broken by the waist, and when the fragments soared into the sky, the steel plate of the mecha triggered the fuse of the high-explosive warhead, and immediately the entire mecha was engulfed by the fireball of the serial explosion, so the sprayed blood was instantly scorched by the endless fire, and the picture changed from a bloody slaughter to an ode to thermodynamics. Under the continuous impact, the two-sided magazines were finally detonated, and the shrapnel of the explosion was scattered in all directions, and the indiscriminate covering fire pierced the three nearby mechs all over the body. And Duke only felt that the lower half of his body was soaked in a school of tumbling Amazon piranhas, flying into the air in the clouds, and then whirling and falling to the ground in a whirlwind, and then like a computer turned off and half of the black screen suddenly went dark, and the world returned to zero.

The sudden reality that the mercenaries, who had been shooting feverishly a minute before, suddenly broke six exoskeleton armors. As if the fighting children saw each other silently picking up the bricks, the mecha group retreated step by step, frightened as if they had blended into a herd of lions' wildebeests, roaring "back away" in Spanish, and reluctantly firing while throwing rats.

Vulcan's cannon is enough to destroy any house or office building in Laredo, but with the target and friendly armor less than three meters away, with its current clumsy accuracy, it is highly likely that it will be able to destroy friendly forces while smashing the opponent.

Most importantly, the mercenaries felt fear when the remnants of the seals went forward without hesitation, which was the fear of an antelope facing a lion and a rabbit facing an eagle, and it had nothing to do with smell, not talons and fangs.

Even if their equipment is so outdated that they only have a dagger left, these furious warriors of glory are still hunters.

Even when he was covered in steel and indestructible, the mercenaries found themselves still prey.

With the help of abundant capital and breakthrough technology, the mercenaries realize that this is not an ordinary slaughter, but a contest of hunters, and every win or loss must be gambled with their lives. The question is, are they bold enough as money-worshipping mercenaries?

Of course they are brave enough.

As the sense of crisis came to press, the remaining fourteen mercenary armor slowly retreated, trying to cover each other's fragile backs. In the context of interdependent solidarity, a wonderful conditioned reflex is triggered, and in the fourteen temporal lobes of the brain, the neurons in the mysterious groove gyrus that have been artificially stimulated are suddenly activated, and a special pulse suddenly blooms, and in the fusion of fear and trust, a sense of reborn truth contact arises spontaneously, and they seem to have an otherworldly resonance with believers, and in their wide-open and fanatical pupils, the sky is twisting and changing color, conjuring up a complex ring of extreme beauty, this ring of infinite detail and extreme complexity, The colorful and dazzling beauty is even more dazzling than the glazed pattern on the dome of the cathedral.

In their madman-like vision, the shocking pattern that distorted in the sky was finally distorted into the face of God, and that peaceful face smiled sadly sweetly.

In this ultimate satisfaction of contact with the truth and the universe, the mercenary's dependence on life, sexual needs, food needs, and intimate needs all decreased, as they seemed to have found a more meaningful starting point, and life had started anew.

They were convinced that they had seen God. This is the saints.

So what else is there to fear?

WE,ARE,THE,SPEAR,OF,GOD.

The mercenaries embedded in the armor of the nickel-steel exoskeleton let out a frenzied cry at the same time, and the undulating syllables formed a rough and majestic chant, and the hoarse vocal cords enshrined the meager faith.

And so the miracle of extreme irony struck openly:

An unprecedented military cohesion erupted in the midst of this gang of outlaws who killed for money. This incomparable centripetal force, which pursues the faith of the Crusaders, is comparable to the precepts of the Knights, more fearless than the hate-driven jihadists, and more dependent on each other than the ancient Greek gay legions. The mercenary group, who didn't mind killing each other a second ago, instantly established an incomparably close comradeship, because they firmly believed that they were God's chosen people, and they witnessed the truth at the same time, shared miracles, shared the Holy Light, shared the favor of the Father, and shared the love that mortals could not get.

Throughout the ages, the royal legions concocted by feudal dogma, the Templars inspired by Christian doctrine, and the nomadic iron horsemen fueled by plundering ambitions - these legionary wills concocted by brilliant strategists with the help of the right time and place, carrying thousands of years of accumulation, and painstakingly concocted by them, all failed in the face of this profit-seeking mercenary army. The tradition of loyalty, the call of faith, and the drive of interests, these stimuli that motivate people to fight have given birth to the invincible king of the world, but they are not as savage as this barbaric shortcut that directly planted God into the brain.

The Royal Legion also beheaded His Majesty; The Templars also desecrated the noble commandments; The nomadic iron horsemen divided and merged in order to divide the interests. The king's favor was weighed, the papal edict was voluntary, and the khan's invitation was a mixed bag. No one will hand over themselves without reservation, no one will have faith in the so-called legion.

There is only one exception: those who have been deceived by their own brains will definitely be loyal, untouchable, and convinced.

When the fourteen mercenaries activated the specially activated set neurons in the temporal lobe of the brain in the "God-perceiving zone" in a state of stress, an unprecedented sense of detachment gave them the ultimate experience beyond the reach of their imagination. This supernatural stimulus is a hundred times more addictive to drugs and ten thousand times more satisfying than morphine. The "prophets" who have experienced it are indifferent to all desires and to the affection of their children: they go on a hunger strike because they are indifferent to food, they are not close to women because they are indifferent to sex, they abandon their wives because they are indifferent to human nature, and they claim to have witnessed the gods. If strangers share this experience with each other, they will have a comradeship of unreserved trust, and they will be attracted as bosom friends, which is more iron than Zhong Ziqi and Boya. Now, this ultimate experience of the past and the present has been mass-produced by technical means, and even in the mercenaries who are indifferent to human nature and worship money and profit, they can create a spiritual leap that is close to that of sages and prophets.

The Beta team was completely unaware that the small mercenary armored force in front of them not only possessed unscrupulous individual weapons, but also added the characteristics of an unprecedented dead soldier. In the long history of mankind, there is no army that can make soldiers annihilate themselves, and no army can make soldiers swell.

The end of the SEALs. The birth of the infamous Knights of Longinus. The two major examines of human history overlapped this afternoon in Laredo, Mexico. It was a day of violent winds, smoke billowing and the sand smelling of blood. On the day of the entry of the Knights of Longinus, the strongest special operations forces of the American Federation were present to witness and fiercely confront them. As imagined by the federal entertainment circles, when the end of the world comes, the warriors of America will inevitably be present.

It's just that the ending is a little different. If you have to follow the script to save the world, you may have to disappoint Hollywood.