Xijing City is now a real battlefield, and the gods spread their wings, whip their horses, and slash their giant swords at mortals.

"In the face of the fate of truth, both God and the devil must kneel!" In the office of the principal of the Red Pupil Academy, Gu took a sip of a cup of tea that had been cooled early.

Xijing, China

"Liu Neng, Zhao Ye, open the way! Rui Qi is looking for the commanding heights, Mu Yang pumping them!" Zheng Xin blasted away the Deadpool in front of him, these humans who were genetically polluted and produced uncontrollable mutations, let out the howl of fierce beasts to hunt for food, and thousands of them rushed like a tide!

"Mu Yang, you move faster, the government has decided to drop tungsten rod bombs in half an hour. Mu Yang and the others were fighting with the Deadpool group inextricably, and there was an intermittent anxious sound in the headset. On the battlefield behind him, the gods slaughtered mortals, and mortals were comparable to the gods!

Tungsten rod bomb, known as the staff of God, relies on a space-based kinetic energy system, commonly known as a "clean" nuclear bomb, and is purely physical damage. The U.S. government of the previous era was committed to the research of such weapons, and then China achieved corner overtaking, and while the United States was still theoretically designing, God raised his scepter and quietly hung over Washington. Three satellites equipped with tungsten rod bombs have been synchronized in low-earth orbit over Xijing.

"Uncle, we have already given up Xijing once, and now we have to give up the more than 100,000 comrades-in-arms who fought desperately!" Zheng Xin carried the spear weakly, her eyes were full of loss, this flame goddess who can incinerate everything, but she can't kill the god of death!

"This was General Chen's last call before he was chopped to pieces by that damn guy. Ling Feng sent the recording in a heavy tone.

"This is Chen Yi, commander-in-chief of the Third Army, our army is engaged in a battle with the enemy, and there is a huge disparity between the enemy and us. In order to preserve our strength, evacuate the Killing Gods. For the sake of victory, ask to throw tungsten rod bombs at me. For the sake of victory, fire at me, to... The recording came to an abrupt end here, and Mu Yang once again experienced the despair of facing a strong enemy.

The six-legged steed carried the god from the void to the battlefield below, and he glanced at the tired bones of the wall, and there was no trace of compassion in his eyes. The will of the gods, war, and death.

",, tm.!" Liu Neng brandished a machete to vent, and the Deadpools who rushed up became stumps, and there were many more cuts on his body, so close to the hand-to-hand combat that Deadpool bit through his skin. Liu Ruiqi looked at the battlefield not far away from the magnification scope of the sniper rifle, and Xijing City was burning in flames.

It's like when a thousand years have passed, Satan has broken free from the prison of hell and wants to come out to deceive the nations of the four corners of the earth.

"Quick, you guys get out of here, the mission has failed. Repeated, mission failed, things have been snatched!" Ling Feng's voice came from the headset again, and this sentence was more oppressive than anything before. They gave themselves a high-sounding reason to flee the battlefield, and now that reason is gone.

Mu Yang knew very well that the Killing Shenwu had never expected them to complete this task, and the reason why the upper echelons wanted them to participate in this war was probably just some reason that could not be said!

"What about the person, what about that person!" Mu Yang grabbed the headset and yelled at Ling Feng, his tone was a hint of anger and anxiety.

"What?" Ling Feng didn't expect Mu Yang to come out suddenly, and he was stunned.

"People, where are people!"