On the horizon, in Diggie's eyes, a winding blood-colored line of defense slowly became clear from far and near.

The Yanan civilization is different from the bright civilization, their power system is rough, and their fighting style is reckless. This front has also been deeply imprinted by their recklessness that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

They believe in their own power and can defend the territory. On the defensive line, no fortifications have been built at all, and the original wilderness landscape is still so flat.

At a glance, a thick 'river of blood' separates the two opposing sides.

On one side of the river, there is a dark and oppressive ghost, which is where the demon army has recaptured. Now it seemed that they were ready to attack, and the demons gathered into a black sea. The sound of fighting reverberates in the ocean from time to time, and the demons are never soft on their kind.

On the other side of the river, it is much quieter than the other side. Tall black flags flutter in the wind. On the flag, a white humanoid pattern representing hunting, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, is in an offensive shape. In the Yanan culture, the knife represents strength, the gun represents wisdom, and hunting is the embodiment of strength and wisdom.

Under the fluttering flag, a hunter named Yanan in a large black cloak stood silently. They were calm, even silent, but the red light shrouded in the weapons in their hands was uncertain, revealing their restlessness.

People are born because of hunting, and Yanan survives because of hunting. Dying in the process of hunting, for Yanan hunters, there is no big deal, as sparse and ordinary as drinking water when you are thirsty.

Their sharp eyes, even if they were looking at the demon sea opposite, inadvertently pointed to the vital points of various demons. The hunter always knows his prey inside out, it is the hunter's hunting instinct. It is said that there are excellent hunters, even just by listening to the voice, they can describe the weakness of the unknown prey, and they are nine times out of ten.

"How much longer?" said a hunter with red pupils and some of the vicissitudes of life.

Bang~

His companion, leisurely lit the pipe mouthpiece, spit out the smoke ring and said calmly: "Come on, those demons can't help it." His eyes were equally red, and the undercurrents were turbulent under the calm.

And the river of blood that separates the two sides is actually a battlefield completely infected with blood. Because of its red and black, it is nicknamed the River of Blood. In the moist land inside, many hideous figures roamed. They are horrors, monsters that hunters have degenerated. It is the first barrier of Yanan, the first enemy that the demon will face in the first place.

Every time the fight is finished, the horrors wandering inside will change in batches. It was on Yanan's side, and there were always hunters watching them with complexity. There are their friends, brothers, and even family members inside.

"May Mary, bless you. "There are hunters who bless their departed compatriots.

Bellow!

As the hunters had expected, the demon side couldn't bear it anymore. With a loud roar, the huge bull demons covered in scales and armor, and the flames on their feet were used as arrows, and they swept over with a bang.

The Yanan hunters were unmoved, as they had not yet entered their farthest attack range.

Click.... The wandering horrors, discovering the enemies that had invaded their territory, rushed to meet them as if they were suicidal.

The invincible horns of the bull demons easily pierce their bodies. Blood splattered five steps, but the pace of the charge was stopped by the horrors who were more hideous than the demons.

@#￥....！

The demons roared, the war was not a matter of the two in front, and the tide-like demon army behind was rapidly pressing.

Ignore the ones running on the ground and let them run for a while. The hunters under the banner took out the muskets on their waists one after another, and their eagle eyes paid attention to the flying demon that was the first to attack in the sky.

Bang! For a while, the gunfire was intertwined.

The civilization of the Light Plane relies on the elemental sea of mages to block the flying demons. The Yanan hunters relied on large-caliber muskets to hit them more effectively.

Because hunters know the weakness of their prey, and the weakness of most of the flying demons is their own flesh wings. If the head is not accurate, it will penetrate the flesh membrane, and the accumulation will make them lose the ability to fly. The skillful piercing of the cartilage connected to the flesh membrane knocks down one when the gun sounds, and the bullet is not missing.

Like precise doctors, demons have too obvious weaknesses in the eyes of hunters.

Gradually, the demons were killed and wounded, and the demon army on the ground rushed in.

At this time, the hunters in the rear continued to block the flying demons and play cover. The hunters at the front, their crimson blood qi came out of their bodies one after another, overlapping each other, forming a sea of blood and qi, facing the suffocating demon ocean. And under the enveloping amplitude of the sea of blood, these monsters in black cloaks revealed their most ferocious side.

Charge!

Do you demons be allowed to be unscrupulous, and Yanan is not allowed to charge? They ran and rushed towards the demons, and they did not lose a single ounce in momentum.

The strong wind blew their black cloaks, and their faces shone red, eager for a hearty hunt. Squeak squeak...... The scythe blade turned, the big saw rotated, the moon sword was shining, and the rough style of the blood warriors was also excited!

Boom! The two sides finally collided together.

The hunters were like bamboos, and as soon as they came into contact with the demons at the front, they were instantly dismembered by you and me.

The blood made the blood warriors buzz and tremble, and the swaying spiritual eyes outside the body were also affected by the warm battle atmosphere, and they were as feverish and red as their masters.

The rhythm of the hunt sounded excitedly, and the Yanan hunters who fought selflessly had a sense of déjà vu of the three hundred warriors of Sparta. Whether it is civilization or family, it needs to be defended by hunting. Whether it's blood or strength, you need to hunt to improve. Therefore, the never-ending hunt is Yanan's ultimate belief.

- "They have the face and call me crazy. Little Mary~ Sometimes I think they're crazy. A civilization that dares to confront demons head-on, tsk...."Under the green round light mask, Clown Crane and the little girl are like outsiders, above the battlefield unnoticed.

The comments on the side, Diggie didn't care. She never cared about the things that didn't work for her. Beautiful big black and white eyes, staring at the demons flying by in a hurry, long eyelashes blinking.

She wanted to rush up and eat all this delicious food.

Clown Crane brought her here, certainly not to see a play. He carefully studied the battlefield of the Blood River, shielded the chaotic images, and combined with the impressions in his memory, Crane found what he wanted.

Now it's almost confirmed.

"Little Mary, do you want to go down and have fun?" asked Crane with a smile, and then didn't wait for the little girl to speak. kicked her down, "Have fun, little Mary~ survive, uncle will pick you up~~"

Boast!

Heaven Justice... Phew, Lori fell from the sky, smashing this unlucky demon into a dizziness, and even more unlucky was Diggie. Her little head, right in the middle of the six pairs of horns of the demon's head, was slammed through the skull by the horns.

Child?

The Yanan hunter who was stabbing at the devil's crotch was a little confused by this one. But his speed was not affected in the slightest, and he slashed at the demon's relatively fragile crotch.

Squeak~ Its flexible crotch is torn apart by the blade. The hunter dodged with ease, dodging the attack of another demon that came at him, and dealt the unlucky man a fatal blow.

Insert!

The dwarf body slid across the demon's crotch, the point of his blood-condensed knife stabbing into it from below. Then the attached blood qi erupted violently, and in an instant, the fragile internal organs were ground into minced flesh, and the tall hexagonal demon fell to the ground with a small figure hanging from its head.

Boom!

Resisting the sneak attack of another demon with his knife, the hunter's afterglow suddenly swept to the little girl he considered dead.

Step, step, step..... In the chaos of the battlefield, there is no such thing as respecting the dead. Watching her be trampled around like a broken doll. The hunter felt that he had overthought himself and was actually distracted in the middle of the battle.

On the ground, Diggie's body was trampled and deformed, and his mind suddenly remembered the notes in the book, Denver Wizard, 'This body is really great~ There are no deadly vital points such as internal organs, and the body is full of degenerate flesh and blood. Meat man?, the word is kind of apt......

Suddenly, there was a 'pop', and her deformed head was stepped on again, and the eyeballs in her eye sockets were squeezed out by pressure.

Grabbing ~ a soft little hand grabbed it, and the little girl's twisted body that was trampled on and fattened regained her calm again. Lying on the ground, it seems that he has never moved. On the damp ground, the slightest sound is not easy to detect in the noisy environment, but it is real.

The corpse of the Yanan hunter, the corpse of the demon, the corpse close to Diggie, the scarlet tentacles pierced into it and sucked greedily.

Soon, the top of his head darkened, and the demon who was about to step on it suddenly felt a pain in the soles of his feet. Looking down, there was a small corpse that was deformed, and then on her little cake-shaped head, one eye was staring at her, and she was blinking.

When it came back to its senses, several scarlet tentacles struck it from inside the corpse to take over its view.

Hmm~ The demon's sharp claws carry the fishy wind to slash at them. The tentacles that were still fangs and claws at the last moment were cut off as easily as leeks.

Weak?

BOOM! It stomped on it, like an insignificant vignette, and the demon roared and ran towards the nearest Yanan hunter.

On the head of Diggie, who was ignored, the last intact eye was also trampled on. But she's still alive, living like a patty, and I really can't help but sigh at the magic of the 'Denver Mystery Technique'.

And to be alive is to be hopeful, and Diggie has been playing dead and dormant for longer this time. Underground, several tentacles centered around her, and the Celestial Maiden spread out and quickly burrowed into the surrounding corpses.

"I'm not strong enough. Diggie thought silently.