At this moment, outside the high walls of the Land of Dusk, a fierce contact battle has begun.

The guards running on the city wall skillfully controlled all kinds of machine guns, squandered the bullets that had just been made from the production line, formed a series of fire points, and began to fire freely.

With that master metallurgist from the Russian Federation, the equipment of the Guardians of Paradise has been changed again in less than half a day.

With the terrifying productivity of the Twilight Country, as long as there is technology, there will be a steady stream of output.

The Titan III exoskeleton power armor, the representative weapons of the Russian Union Suppression Force, the Eagle Vulture anti-armor shotgun that can break through the defense of the high-level sublimators, and the Beloberg GACB473 city defense cannon...... Even the Svalog II surface-to-surface missiles are constantly coming from the production line like hens laying eggs.

As the massive steel moth rose into the sky, dark clouds quickly enveloped the land of Dusk. In the dim light, countless thunderbolts emerged from it, and a continuous large group of creatures with wings on their backs turned into charcoal, falling from it like a torrential rain.

It was once the hope of the new era, and the meteorological tool that the ever-changing people were proud of, but after ushering in a total hell, it has become an out-and-out weapon of war.

During the war of the worlds, with the investment of the workshop owner, tens of thousands of iron moths once soared above the Sea of Titans, locking the sky.

Soon, with the bloody return of Charlemagne's paladin, another distorted angel was dragged into the melted steel furnace water, screaming, burning, and being brutally broken down into the finest structure by the steel, flowing on the assembly line, and countless arms began to rework finely.

Eventually, on top of the slowly rising platform, the reborn steel spider lifted its slender limbs and joined the hunt!

The heavy and massive steel spider climbed over the city walls, and soon fell into the endless black tide outside the walls, fought hard, brought tragic casualties, and was severely damaged by the successive hordes of hell, disintegrated, scrapped in sparks and smoke, and dismembered.

But with the rupture of the abdominal sac, countless steel balls of ordinary size tumbled out of it, and the round iron balls reflected the dazed and deformed faces.

The smooth shells quickly fell apart, and the small spiders that were 'produced' from them began to leap out deftly, wielding sharp blade feet and beginning to spread wildly.

Hundreds of spiders spread across the vast battlefield, like a drop of water melted into the ocean, and soon disappeared.

But it didn't take long for one drop of water to become two, four, and eight drops......

The engineering equipment used to dispose of the wreckage and wreckage has been rewritten layer by layer, and has become a ruthless replication machine, a nightmarish von Neumann machine, hunting, eating, and smelting furnaces to quickly extract all steel alloys, grow, and then start a new round of fertility.

It seems like it never ends......

On the chariot of gold and bones, Gala held the scythe blade and quietly looked at the distant scene, without the anxiety and impatience of the past, but full of patience and nature.

Instead of falling on spiders and moths, his gaze focused on the city walls.

"In the current world, this weapon is so convenient, mortals can kill demigods with a single pull of the trigger...... There is no difference between a noble and a beggar who inherits the Holy Blood, and a beggar who is in the face of weapons. ”

He pinched his chin and exclaimed, "Although it is a little hypocritical, the era of the Astronomical Society is really remarkable. ”

"Is there no age of God?"

On top of the chariot, another passenger sighed: "Sounds really good, it must be peaceful, right?"

"Oh, maybe?"

Gala turned her head and glanced at the great Greek hero Hercules, who she longed for, and said indifferently: "They don't worship God, not because they are more civilized and civilized, but because in their time, God has no power - they worship other things, other, more powerful things." ”

Hercules looked at him puzzled.

"The vast majority of people worship money, and many more worship power. ”

"Merchants and careerists have existed since ancient times, and it is not unusual. ”

"I haven't finished talking about it, some of them still worship numbers, a lot of numbers, and they like to write down every number that people eat, wear, live and travel every day, and then put it together, it's called 'big numbers'. It's like the intestines, even if you buy something, you have to look at the big numbers, and you can't live without the big numbers. ”

"It's weird...... Are they all mathematicians?"

"Probably not, and there are even stranger, and some people worship for free. ”

"Will it really be free?"

"It's more expensive, but they like it, they are immersed in the sense of accomplishment they don't work for, they don't get tired of it, they don't know that they've been turned into a commodity by those who worship numbers, and even they know it, but they don't care. ”

Gala sneered mockingly: "There are many people, worshipping the invisible bills, who stand in front of an altar called a computer every day, always thinking that they can buy at a low price and sell at a high price, and rejoice in the scallops and the invisible currency that cannot correspond to the currency at all." ”

"This ...... Can you make money?"

"Perhaps, in the midst of all despair, there is always a glimmer of joy, right?"

"Where can there be such a bizarre world!" Hercules frowned and shook his head: "It's a fantasy at all! ”

"Hahaha, I haven't said anything about people who worship loans, pieces of paper, and holsters!"

Gala laughed, full of joy: "That's why I like the present world so much, it's always bizarre, it's cruel than hell, it's more novel than hell, and every day there are countless depraved deceptions, which always bring me a steady stream of surprises!"

Again, he drew his scythe and raised it forward.

"It's almost time, let's get the big guys up there and surprise our friends!"

Under the chariot, the herald sounded the horn again.

In the midst of the high-pitched and long loud noise, in the mist, suddenly a behemoth flapped its wings and rose into the air. Wherever the huge bat wings passed, the clouds dissipated.

A strange light blooms.

In the light, the killing intent of the entire battlefield seemed to be diluted and reversed, and anger, pain, and despair were all transformed into indescribable sweetness and excitement.

All the hellish hordes were instantly frenzied, but on the other hand, all the garrisons in the defense line of the Dusk Land felt a sense of emptiness.

Pointless.

War can only create new wars, anger will only lead to more evil consequences, killing is meaningless, only by stopping fighting and embracing each other can we warm the world with love and kindness.

Such an unreasonable idea instantly appeared in the range covered by the light, and then rapidly expanded in the soul, so that people could no longer raise hostility.

Instead, he lunged towards his opponent's sword, spreading his arms.

Stop the war, embrace the peace!

Even if it's a one-sided peace ......

Even if someone hits us on the left cheek, don't we still have the right cheek? Let them beat them, dissipate their anger, and as long as the other side can feel our sincerity and bondage, we will definitely be able to fill the world with love.

The riots are spreading rapidly.

And the behemoth had already swooped down on the iron moth, and began a fierce battle with the ruthless steel. In the midst of the battle, the ruthless casting giant was also infected by love, and gradually stopped resisting.

Hell Sequence: Eleventh!

That's the crown wearer below the ruler, and with the rank of Solomon, the lord of the great crowd is enough to be crowned with the position of 'duke' - Gusin!

Just existing here, this terrifying spiritual contagion has brought about an irresistible plague!

The poison of the soul called peace, called love, called understanding!

On the throne of the Suncaster, Huai Shi raised her eyes, and her brows gradually furrowed.

Roland turned around and ordered, and naturally a paladin pulled out the longbow behind his back and aimed it at the shadow in the sky, but when the bowstring was opened, that hostility rose to the limit, which seemed to attract Gusin's attention. Beneath the bat's wings, the emerald pupils looked at it casually, instantly reversing this overly inflated killing intent, making it difficult for them to let go of the bowstring.

Even if he gritted his teeth and tried his best to shoot, after the arrow rushed into the sky, it quickly fell crookedly.

The will seems to have a solid power at this moment.

If the hostility is too pure, it will trigger Gu Xin's interference, but without infusing the arrows with pure killing intent, there is no way to break through the halo of goodwill that surrounds it.

One of the twelve paladins frowned, snatched the longbow, and was about to open the bow when he saw Huai Shi's raised palm.

"Not necessarily. ”

Huai Shi propped her chin and said calmly: "It likes to spread words of peace, so let it spread." Let's see if its 'goodness' and 'peace' can change everything......"

It just so happened that a sum of divinity was credited to the account, so that he was finally able to vacate his time.

At that moment, from behind Huai Shi, the dark gap of the ruins slowly emerged. The outline of the Great Priest was drawn out of it, and he cast an indifferent gaze towards the sky.

Look at each other coldly.

Immediately after that, 'resentment' sprouted.

Countless years of despair and anger flowed from the Iron Moth's shell like Hell had suddenly opened a portal, and thousands of years of despair and anger flowed from it, turning into a viscous, dark stream that covered the Iron Moth's wings.

Anger, sorrow, pain, resentment......

As Huai Shi raised his eyes, the darkness that sprouted from the depths of countless souls erupted, and in an instant, it turned into a torrent, rushing into the sky, enveloping everything.

The resentment and pain that had been too strong had turned into an ocean, causing Gu Xin's massive body to suddenly stagnate for a moment, twitching violently.

It's like ...... Flooded by the tide.

The halo contracted rapidly, trembling, and bursting into the sound of glass cracking. Like a fortress made of sand and gravel in front of the tide, it will collapse at the touch of a button!

False kindness and love like lies are not worth mentioning at all under this resentment that can be reduced to material things and live forever in the world!

Black clouds surged, like waves.

In the sea of resentment, the iron moth and Gu Xin fought fiercely, and the blood rain poured down, with anger and killing intent, re-flooding the entire battlefield.

When Huai Shi's finger was raised, the fire in the heart of the permafrost was dyed black by the darkness flowing from the ruins.

The light shines through, bringing heaven back to hell.

The war is starting again!

Accompanied by anger, pain, and resentment, the miracle of the Great Priest's destiny runs on this battlefield!

(End of chapter)