The chaotic battle continues.

A powerful army composed of hundreds of thousands of mobile armor is definitely a force that is enough to destroy it.

In a one-on-one situation, werewolves are certainly no match for mechs.

However, they have an absolute advantage in numbers.

In addition, the 300,000 replica soldiers who have completed the final mutation and no longer have the slightest human characteristics in their physical appearance. This huge biochemical army is even more shocking.

In terms of movement alone, werewolves are far more agile than mechs.

At close range, they are able to avoid most bullets. They can also cooperate with each other, using the powerful power generated by mutation to break and gnaw off various parts of the mecha's body with hard force. Make it a pile of immovable scrap metal.

Those mobile armor that lie on the battlefield and cannot stand up. Almost all of them are semi-wreckage that was completely abandoned after the legs, arms and other parts were forcibly twisted.

The pilot who was operating them was trapped in the cockpit. Looking up with fear at the brutal slaughter of the outside world.

"Your Excellency, given the heavy losses of the armored forces at the moment. I have to regret to advise you: the attack must be stopped immediately. All troops retreated to the minefield line. It is possible to preserve the vitality of the qiē. ”

The slightly panicked voice of the battlefield commander in the intercom made Huang He's dejected face even more death-like.

He didn't understand: how could the armored forces, which had high hopes for themselves, lose so badly?

Isn't the power of mechanical civilization a match for those filthy mutated creatures?

If that's the case, then what is advanced technology?

Is the future of the earth really just a world of ignorant and violent creatures who only understand the most basic needs for survival?

Suddenly, a thought that had never occurred before was like lightning that swept through the sky. Flashed through his mind.

"He, how could he have such advanced biotechnology? You know, when I was studying with him. The major he chose was nothing more than ordinary economic management. It has nothing to do with biotechnology. In just a few years of hard work, how did he do this? ”

Mastery of any subject takes a lot of time.

Scientific research is different from ordinary research.

Without decades of immersion, it would not have been possible to reach a desirable state.

The biotechnology possessed by the mysterious man is far beyond what the scientific community can agree on.

Huang He still remembers: At that time, when he handed over the replicant technical materials given by the mysterious person to the president of the Federal Academy of Sciences. The surprise and shock on the other party's face could not be concealed.

In his words: "These technologies are just too advanced. It's incredible, it's amazing. ”

This is not normal.

It's also not logical.

Even if it's a desperate study of not eating or sleeping 24 hours a day. It is absolutely impossible to turn a money-conscious businessman into a scholar with the most terrible biotechnology in human history in just a few years.

Huang He dared to bet with his head.

There must have been some unknown secret in that mysterious person's body.

But even if you do, what can you do?

The Federal Army has been completely defeated.

Electromagnetic weapons, which have high hopes, have already exceeded the maximum number of launches.

Now they can no longer play any role.

The only way was to retreat behind the wall. I hope to be able to use the dense minefield to stop those terrifying and terrifying werewolves.

At this moment, the tide of battle once again took an unexpected turn.

As in all corners of the earth, the four cardinal directions of east, south, west, and north can also be found in any coordinate of the yellow zone.

According to the predetermined plan: due north, it should be the next target area for the federal armored forces to continue their advance after the city of Chiang Mai has been leveled.

Since the destruction of the satellite network in space, the Federal Military Department has been far less aware of what is happening on the ground than it used to be.

No one noticed: a team of mysterious people dressed in black. From the north of the Yellow Zone, it is rapidly approaching the chaotic battlefield.

The Yellow River has never been so disappointed as it is now.

Even when he was suppressed by political enemies and was at the lowest point in his life. He also never thought of giving up.

Today, however, is different.

The battle is already quite clear.

Defeated himself.

Hundreds of thousands of replicant soldiers, powerful mobile armor, and electromagnetic weapons made with the highest technology are no match for the overwhelming biological monsters.

The resurrected soldier will die as well.

However, they put psychological pressure on the living. Far more terrible than mere force.

Who could have imagined if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes: the dead could also be resurrected?

And, will it turn into such a monstrous monster?

What about me?

When I die, will I become like them?

The replicant who controls the mecha is far more advanced in intelligence than ordinary soldiers.

The understanding of emotional thinking will naturally be more superior.

Hence the negative effects of fear. This is especially true for them.

A retreat order resulted in a total rout of the federal forces.

As long as it is a living being, it will be afraid of death.

What's more, it was a replicant whose intelligent mind was far more advanced than that of animals.

A few mechs in a panic, in order to get rid of the werewolves chasing behind them. Actually broke into a dense minefield. It was blown to pieces on the spot.

This terrible confusion spread at a terrible speed in the hearts of all soldiers.

Looking at the rout army on the screen, Huang He, who was so anxious that he was sweating, suddenly remembered when he obtained the technical information of the replicant from the mysterious man. The faint mocking sneer on the other party's face.

This bastard.

He must have done something in the information.

Otherwise, how could it have caused such an unmanageable situation today.

Unfortunately, even the wisdom of the Yellow River would have no effect at such times as many times as normal as it normally would.

In this world, many things can be exchanged for money.

I can't buy any regret medicine anywhere.

The murderous werewolf legion is still chasing the scattered and fleeing mecha troops. Even the violent explosion caused by the mines under their feet could not stop them from killing wildly.

At the other end of the wall at the junction of the areas, a large number of new troops have been assembled. They will stand by and do their best to hold this improvised line of defense.

I don't know when, in the hands of the Yellow River, there is a small silver cross.

And only at such times. He would pray with great devotion to the God who does not exist.

However, it is difficult to recover.

The werewolves clearly wanted to follow the defeated troops into the Blue Zone.

Even if the temporarily mobilized troops are able to hold the line. However, who can guarantee that that terrible madman does not have a second biochemical assault force to use as a reserve?

In this direction, the army that the Yellow River can mobilize has reached its limit.

Perhaps God actually heard his prayers.

Maybe there really is a so-called god in the underworld.

Just when the federal president was so desperate that he wanted to commit suicide. A group of black-clothed men of unknown origin suddenly entered the battlefield from the north.

They are like a strong whirlwind. Under the impact of frantic speed, it tore apart a qiē creature that dared to stand in its way.

With one punch, the werewolf's head was smashed to pieces.

With one kick, the body of a monster weighing hundreds of kilograms will be kicked alive and fly a hundred meters away.

Even, in a freeze-frame picture, Huang He was dumbfounded to see -- without any auxiliary equipment, with only a pair of fleshy arms, a man in black lifted the legs of a werewolf high. Tear it alive from the left and right into two huge pieces of meat. It was as if he was tearing a paste-glued noodle figure.

These strangers of unknown origin are simply powerful and terrifying.

Werewolves are definitely not the kind of creatures that are tied up and weak and can be bullied.

Under the threat of a powerful adversary, they gather in groups. Divide and enclose every man in black in a narrow circle. Wielding sharp claws, they attacked these inexplicable outsiders from all angles.

Unfortunately, the mutated creatures soon discovered that such tactics had no effect at all.

Speed, the opponent's speed is amazingly fast.

They are able to skillfully judge the trajectory of the attack movement from the countless claws that come at them. In this way, we can find out the tiny gaps in it. With agile body movements, you can avoid danger and throw your opponent under your fists.

This, this is beyond the scope of normal human beings.

You know, even a good fighter with special training. It is also impossible to do exactly the same thing in this situation.

Dozens of ferocious werewolves swarmed towards the black-clad man led by one. I didn't want to, but before I got in front of me, I was bounced away by a powerful energy backlash. This energy was so huge that the few mutated creatures that rushed to the front were all smashed alive. And those who followed closely behind, a little further away. was also killed on the spot by this force that penetrated through the body of his companion.

"My God! Who the hell are they? Who are these people? ”

The Yellow River was so frightened that he couldn't say a word.

The surveillance screen shows very clearly: the source of the energy that killed dozens of werewolves in an instant is the right fist of the man in black.

In other words, with just one punch, he smashed all the monsters that surrounded him into pulp.

"Fight back, quick! The whole army strikes back! ”

Suddenly, as if he was crazy, Huang He grabbed the intercom on the table without hesitation. Hoarse, desperately yelling.

This is an opportunity.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

There aren't many men in black. There are only more than 100 in total.

However, they were able to fight on their own. Disperse into hundreds of warbands of various sizes, attracting a large number of mutated creatures around you.

As a result, the dense werewolf brigade suddenly appeared one after another gaps that were difficult to make up.

Replica soldiers are also fearful, but they are clearly more focused on obedience to orders than they are.

The counterattack of hundreds of thousands of armored troops, in the eyes of the mutated creatures that followed the chase. It was simply an unexpected move.

An opponent who was defeated a few minutes ago would actually turn around and counterattack?

The row of werewolves at the front was beaten into a pile of broken pieces of meat full of holes by the dense rain of bullets on the spot. The wails and screams before dying made people's eardrums tremble and almost faint.

In stark contrast, there are the mysterious men in black who are surrounded in the middle, without fear.

The combat power they have is ridiculously strong.

It's only a few minutes. There have been more than 10,000 werewolves, who have fallen under their fists.

In particular, the one named the leader is comparable to the terrifying killing god who came out of hell.

A particularly ferocious giant wolf, with its large mouth full of sharp teeth, bit down from behind. But he was let by the other party sideways, grabbed the wolf mouth that protruded forward, and slammed his hands up and down. Suddenly, the hideous-looking wolf's head had been torn into two halves of broken pieces that were not connected to each other in the crisp crackling sound. Only the limbs, which were still intact, were paralyzed and writhed on the ground under the traction of the residual nerves.

They seem to have an inexhaustible power in them. The long period of high-intensity combat did not show them the slightest fatigue at all.

Every move they make, every boxing, has a perfect trajectory. It seems to have been carefully calculated by a state-of-the-art computer.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have believed it if you were killed, this is a move that humans can make.

An unprecedented excitement was surging fiercely inside Huang He's body.

He knew the face, and he knew the man in black who was the leader.

"Oh my God! Why are you here? Why is it here? ”

I don't know if the subconscious plays a role in this, Huang He saw Su Hao. He was the man in black who was the leader. Tough and ruthless, invincible on the battlefield.

……

The moment when Moss wielded his heavy wooden sword, with an unstoppable power, slashed down from mid-air. Song Xiaoye knew: In today's competition, he lost again.

In the demon clan's junior warrior class, Moss is the oldest. Both in height and physique, they are far superior to other children. In comparison, Song Xiaoye, who was only fifteen years old, could not be his opponent at all.

However, to lose is to lose. This is something that leaves no room for talking. In the eyes of the instructors in charge of the training of young fighters, there is really no difference in the age and physical differences of individuals. No matter what method you use, as long as you can defeat your opponent, then you are a qualified fighter.

Doing their best to win in daily combat training has become the greatest wish of every child in the Junior Warrior class. According to the instructor's instructions: the winner can get half of the loser's ration for the day. In other words, as long as you can defeat your opponents, you'll get more food.

In this way, a hundred demon teenagers who were only five to seven years old turned into undying enemies with each other in an instant. Not for anything else, just for the food that can be eaten every day, and not to be forcibly divided by others.

Although, it was only the size of a fist, and it was a crude bread made by mixing together the unhusked bran and rye.

Since being assigned to a group with Moss, Song Xiaoye has not received the entire ration for three consecutive days. Luckily, the fighting divisions get a new redeployment once a week. It only takes four days to get a new opponent.

However, the taste of hunger is not so pleasant. Especially when you endure the sour water that keeps flooding out of your shriveled stomach pouch and compete with an opponent who is also desperate to be full. That kind of incomparably strong desire and struggle can literally drive people crazy.

Song Xiaoye knew that it was actually very simple to win against his opponent. As long as you can eat enough every day, your developing body can get enough nutrients. You can get taller and stronger. When the time comes, don't say it's just a Moss, even the instructor who defeated the training class, I'm afraid it won't be a problem.

But that's easier said than done.

The entire Demon Empire is starving. It is said that even the supreme ruler of the empire, His Majesty the Demon Emperor, only has a daily ration of half a kilogram of black bread. Successive years of drought and bad weather caused widespread crop failures in most parts of the empire. Even if there were a few areas close to water that could barely be cultivated, the harvest would not be enough to sustain the Empire's daily needs. The death of people starving to death has long ceased to be appalling news.

For Song Xiaoye, there is nothing more important than being full.

Looking at Moss sitting there gulping down the food he had just arrived, Song Xiaoye only felt as if there were thousands of terrible bloodsucking worms in his stomach pouch gnawing frantically. He glanced down at the half of the bread he had left, pursed his lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva welling up in his throat, opened the pocket of his waist and stuffed it in. Without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the training room.

This bit of bread, not to mention full, is not enough to even stuff the teeth. Naturally, the spare time outside of daily training has become the spontaneous hunting time for the demon teenagers in the training camp.

Song Xiaoye has always felt very strange, why is the pronunciation of his name so strange? Moreover, when I am asleep, I often have some strange dreams. In the dream, Song Xiaoye "saw" that she had become a woman, with a soft waist and a graceful figure, using a fire-breathing weapon to shoot and slash at some strange-shaped creatures.

However, no monster can compare to the threat of starvation.

Next to the camp is a huge mountain range that stretches for tens of thousands of miles. This huge barrier derived from the Creator and known as the "Dark Mountain" forcibly separates the human empire from the demons. Except for a few natural passes between the mountains that are guarded by the two tribes, and between the dense and steep mountains and forests, there is no superfluous way to communicate with each other.

Song Xiaoye did not go with other companions, but quietly walked into a nearby mountain recess alone.

This so-called "hunting" is actually a very risky move. There are many beasts in the Dark Mountain, and many of them are high-level beasts such as the Bladetooth Tiger and the Black Prison Wolf. Therefore, the teenagers of the warrior class can only hunt some weak rabbits, roe deer and the like at the edge of the mountains and forests. However, the long-term famine has made the entire Demon Empire try their best to collect food. The wild objects in the vicinity have long been hunted and killed, and even if they can occasionally encounter one or two, they will cause countless red-eyed people to fight on the spot, and even draw knives against each other. It's more important than being full.

Looking at Moss sitting there gulping down the food he had just arrived, Song Xiaoye only felt as if there were thousands of terrible bloodsucking worms in his stomach pouch gnawing frantically. He glanced down at the half of the bread he had left, pursed his lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva welling up in his throat, opened the pocket of his waist and stuffed it in. Without saying a word, he turned and walked out of the training room.

This bit of bread, not to mention full, is not enough to even stuff the teeth. Naturally, the spare time outside of daily training has become the spontaneous hunting time for the demon teenagers in the training camp.

Song Xiaoye has always felt very strange, why is the pronunciation of his name so strange? Moreover, when I am asleep, I often have some strange dreams. In the dream, Song Xiaoye "saw" that she had become a woman, with a soft waist and a graceful figure, using a fire-breathing weapon to shoot and slash at some strange-shaped creatures.

However, no monster can compare to the threat of starvation.

Next to the camp is a huge mountain range that stretches for tens of thousands of miles. This huge barrier derived from the Creator and known as the "Dark Mountain" forcibly separates the human empire from the demons. Except for a few natural passes between the mountains that are guarded by the two tribes, and between the dense and steep mountains and forests, there is no superfluous way to communicate with each other.

Song Xiaoye did not go with other companions, but quietly walked into a nearby mountain recess alone.

This so-called "hunting" is actually a very risky move. There are many beasts in the Dark Mountain, and many of them are high-level beasts such as the Bladetooth Tiger and the Black Prison Wolf. Therefore, the teenagers of the warrior class can only hunt some weak rabbits, roe deer and the like at the edge of the mountains and forests. However, the long-term famine has made the entire Demon Empire try their best to collect food. The wild objects in the vicinity have long been hunted and killed, and even if they can occasionally encounter one or two, they will cause countless red-eyed people to fight on the spot, and even draw knives against each other.