This is a village that has not been recorded on the administrative map of Guluo District, and even the most familiar population administrative secretary of Guluo District does not know that there is such a village in the Gobi on the border of Huangsha District, and if it were not for the guidance of the map on the folder, Xie Zimu probably would not have known about this village in his life. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Xie Zimu, who was hiding in the sand dunes with a telescope, peeked into the village not far away, and saw that the logs, about twenty-five feet high, had not yet been shaven from the bark and branches, and were deeply embedded in the earth, replacing the walls that should have been made of masonry and concrete, but the defense was better than ordinary concrete walls.

At the four corners of the wall stood four watchtowers at least thirty feet high, and in each of the lookouts at the top of the watchtowers were two eight-company Vulcan cannons capable of firing 8,000 bullets per minute, and if they were in combat mode, the two Vulcan cannons blocking the drawbridge gates at a 90-degree right angle were enough to tear apart all the malicious invaders.

It's more appropriate to say that this is a war fortress than a small village in its own right, but for Xie Zimu, the eight-in-a-row Vulcan cannons on the watchtower are simply not enough to fear, and what is really worth noting is that in the various inexplicable and ridiculous lines that are painted all over the log fence like graffiti, these are just harmless lines to normal humans, but in the eyes of supernatural creatures, these graffiti-like lines are the most helpless part.

Holy words, blasphemy scripts, Inno runes, Canaanite hieroglyphs, Solomon deeds, Nangal runes, God knows how many of these sacred symbols with exorcism and demon destruction are written on the wall of this circle, and even Xie Zimu has seen a lot of dark symbols belonging to demons that exude filthy aura.

But these symbols, which exude holy or filthy aura, are coordinated by a strange block of characters and only target the same target: supernatural creatures, and of course Xie Zimu, who peeps into the village with a telescope on the sand dunes, is also targeted by these symbols.

The Filthy Aura, which weakens the intruder by absorbing various energy fluctuations and converts negative energy into neutral attribute energy that keeps the symbol running, the Holy Aura, which blesses, blesses, heals its own personnel and inflicts a second damage on the invading supernatural creatures, and the sturdy log walls and eight Vulcan cannons on the watchtower are enough to deal with the fools who charge from the land.

"It's the age of technology now, isn't it?" said Xie Zimu, who slowly opened the suitcase behind him, and as the parts in the suitcase were taken out and combined, two omega-FMX assembly mortars with a caliber of ten inches and a height of about four feet appeared in front of Xie Zimu.

"There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved by one mortar shell, and if there is, it is two!" Xie Zimu, who suddenly remembered the black market merchant, couldn't help but think of his so-called truth, looking at the crumbling walls in the telescope and the villagers dodging the shells, Xie Zimu suddenly felt that what he said might really be the truth to a certain extent.

The strong walls didn't last long under the fire, and perhaps even the village's builders didn't expect the 'sand pirates' to waste expensive and high-performance ammunition on a refugee-like village that didn't have anything to plunder, and their old friends trusted their minions in weapons that were more powerful than gunpowder.

Burning charred log walls, torch-like watchtowers, and bomb crater villages all demonstrate the far superior lethality and destructive power of gunpowder weapons to cold weapons and abilities.

But at the moment when the shelling stopped, the villagers, who had avoided most of the shelling, were armed with various firearms, and under the command of an emaciated man with a chainblade, with the help of collapsed houses and burning log walls, formed a tight fire net, and under the cover of the fire net, the villagers with steel or wooden weapons and leather armor scattered in pairs in front of the gap in the wall.

In order to protect their homeland, the simple villagers were instantly transformed into fierce warriors!

There was no sound in the burning village except for the cracking of the wood when the logs were burning, and in the dark windows, a pair of clear and frightened eyes stared at their fathers who were clutching their weapons, and at this time, the naughty and noisy children did not dare to make even the slightest sound, and in the heavy gasps of the soldiers, a lead-gray haze inexplicably appeared to envelop the unyielding warriors of the village with only the ruins left!

At first, the sound of metal dragging only sounded in the depths of the haze, but slowly it echoed in the whole haze like an echo, as the harsh sound became clearer and clearer, more and more clear, and the voices of indifferent men and women sounded at dusk with the shock of the haze.

"Who are you?"

"Who are we? Are you asking us? Are you asking us for answers that you see as food, like ants?"

An emaciated man with a chainblade stepped out of the crowd, a blade of rage pointed at the silent haze.

"We are ordinary people who have fallen into the inner world! Avengers covered in thorns! We are the forgotten dead of the world, the ghosts of the beloved!"

Holding the chain that linked the two odd-shaped short knives together, the windmill-like spinning blade flew towards the black figure in the haze with the anger of its owner, and with the 'poof' sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh, the hands holding the chain at the end of the handle of the knife were slightly forced, and the sharp blade that flew back like a hound biting its prey was brought back to the intruder holding the huge scythe through the chest at the same time.

Suddenly, a blood-colored crescent moon rose in the haze, and the sound of steel at dusk caused the surging lead-gray haze to stagnate, and in an instant, the stagnant haze seemed to be agitated by several blowers, and the sharp sound of cicadas occupied everyone's ears at the same time.

"Who are you?"

"Demon Hunter! Aaron Tommy" As he spoke, the emaciated man with the giant scythe blade in one hand held another chain blade and slammed it towards the hands holding the scythe, and the silver knife light flashed until the sword light dissipated, and the terrible sound of breaking wind sounded in the haze, but it was only in vain to split the lead-gray haze in two.

Tightening the chain blade in his hand, Aaron, whose pupils flashed with a lone wolf-like fierce light, looked cautiously at Xie Zimu who was flapping his wings and suspended in the haze.

"Bang"

Just as Xie Zimu pulled out the strange-shaped short knife that pierced his chest, in the furious gunfire, a Yao silver bullet left a trajectory visible to the naked eye in the haze, and the end of the trajectory was Xie Zimu's unsuspecting head!

Like a watermelon that had been pierced through the watermelon, red, white, and black, after the silver bullet hit the target accurately, the disgusting color and stench smell permeated the village, obscured by the increasingly thick lead-gray haze.