What day of the week?

The Colonel frowned, unable to comprehend the strange question.

Because it is only in the present state that there is a saying of seven days a week.

Time is a very strange thing in hell, and the farther away it is from the present situation, the more erratic the stability and continuity of time will be.

Unless there is a frame connecting the Rainbow Bridge, ready to be in tune, it is difficult to accurately determine the passage of time.

According to the calculations of scholars, in the area of depth nine, it is usually at a multiplier of 1.34. In other words, 1.34 days here is equivalent to one day in the present situation.

He glanced down at his watch.

According to the conversion of the depth meter, the current time is about two o'clock in the afternoon.

Monday.

The Colonel froze for a moment, feeling something furry pass under his feet, and the soft tail rubbed against his legs, and he could feel the silky hair.

"Meow~"

On the ground, the little black cat opened its amber eyes wide and barked at him with a milky voice.

But the Colonel, however, retreated as if he were facing a great enemy, and felt a creep in his bones—when did this thing come to him, and why did the refracting prism he had specially prepared have no reaction to the threat?

Without thinking, he pulled out the precious matching gun, aimed it at the black cat staring at him, and pulled the trigger.

An entire magazine was emptied with a roar, and a new magazine was reloaded before the magazine could hit the ground.

He raised his pistol again.

I only saw the remains of a black cat lying on the ground, flesh and blood blurred.

It was he who overreacted.

Just as he thought so, he heard a soft voice behind him.

"Meow~"

He turned back in horror, and in the gap between the fire and the darkness, he caught a glimpse of the pair of slowly opening pupils, amber, calm and cold, staring at him.

Screamed softly.

"Meow~"

Behind him, the remains of the black cat quickly faded away, as if it had never existed.

Only the bullet marks that had been fired into the ground remained, and little by little blood remained on the ground, which was stepped on by an invisible object, leaving a line of blood-colored cat paw prints on the ground.

"Meow~"

A brand new black cat stepped out of the void, glanced back at him, and walked into the flames.

And there are more cats crouching on the ruins of this decadent and dilapidated refinery, wagging their little tails on the steel frame, on the broken pupils, on the walls, on the ground, among the ruins.

The black hair reflected the roaring fire, and was tanned red.

There was no obtrusion, as if they were there in the first place.

No, it should be said, they followed the Ivory Tower and the Ivy League, strolling over every corpse and every weapon, stepping on those murderous and cold eyes, chirping softly, finally revealing their appearance and their existence at this moment.

It's called 'war'.

At Huaishi's feet, a black cat sat upright, its tail flicking slowly in the air, looking at everything in front of him that was about to be covered in flames and darkness.

Tame waits.

Huai Shi smiled and stretched out her hand-

“AHHHHHHH！！！”

A roar thundered from the fire.

Without any further hesitation, as the Colonel counterattacked, one hundred and sixteen centaur rangers from the Anointed Lands pulled their giant bows to the limit, and heavy arrows flew through the air with a crisp whisper of steel and bowstrings.

Armor-piercing arrows roared into the sky, falling from the sky with the scorching heat of the gale.

Iron rain covers the earth.

And even faster than that, there was a strange box above the black cat's head.

The moment Huai Shi stretched out his hand, he turned on the invisible switch.

"Meow~"

It let out a soft cry and glanced at Huai Shi, where three rows of patterns spun rapidly in the slender square frame above its head, and the sound of countless parts rubbing against each other rang out from behind the frame, and sparks flew out.

In the whistling sound, it suddenly froze.

First of all, there was an explosion totem, followed by two patterns like burning droplets of blood.

At that moment, countless hallucinatory black cats suddenly collapsed, turning into smoke, and a terrifying speed faster than arrows shrouded the large group of Huai Shi.

"Roaring !!!"

In the rickety bodies of the rats, there was a roar that was so loud that it was like a giant beast.

Arrows rained down.

When the scattered dust gradually dissipated, it revealed a pair of eyes burning with blood-colored flames, and a body that swelled up like an inflatable body.

Originally, the abyssal rats who could only exist as miscellaneous soldiers and cannon fodder in the abyss turned into a transformation at this moment, making people almost think in a trance that they had encountered the legendary Crown Wearer, the White Tent Lord, and the Dead Black Legion under the command of the Corpse Forest Monarch.

Not inferior to those sutured rats that had been modified by forbidden drugs and surgery, when the abundant blood and qi supported the curled up spine, the swollen muscles and shells, from under the black hair, blue and purple capillaries emerged.

Even the toxin crystals embedded in the shell showed a hint of blood red.

It's almost doubtful that if you poke a needle, these rat people will burst like balloons.

Literally, blood close to boiling ran through their shells, bringing a thousand times more pain, and at the same time bringing unimaginable power. And with the blessing of hormones and states, all of their minds have fallen into a rage at this moment, and they can't feel these insignificant pains at all.

Even if it is pierced by an iron arrow falling from the sky, it will be pulled off carelessly and thrown again, allowing blood to continue to gush out of the piercing wound.

At this moment, the role of the Ministry of Justice is completely different, and it is no longer to force them to charge with the law. Instead, they were forced to wait for Huaishi's orders, stay where they were, and not rush up to wrestle with the heavily armed Minotaur warriors.

You're not even fucking shoulder-high!

Rao is like this, those bloodshot eyes have also been occupied by tyranny and madness, and he can't wait to join the battlefield.

Even Huai Shi didn't expect that the blessing of "War and Peace" would be so exaggerated.

No, it should be said that the quality of the rats was too loose in the first place, and now the buff of the war is so crazy.

This time he was lucky, and although he didn't get the same triple Tyrant jackpot from the War buff, the result was still top-notch.

In addition to the 'Urging Momentum' that strengthens the explosive power of the encounter, there is also a double 'Blood Fever', a double 'Madness' and a 'Recovery Speed Increase'!

Compared to the reborn rat people, the gargoyles have hardly changed, but the hideous aura on their bodies can't be suppressed, as if they have truly transformed from stone statues to demons.

The lizard mounts of the Snake Man Undead had turned purple and blue, with a snort of air and a high-pitched, high-pitched hiss. Even under the pull of the reins of the knights, it was difficult to restrain his urge to look.

"Your order, Your Excellency. ”

The serpent elder let out a hoarse voice, still restrained in the midst of his fanatical impulses.

"Orders?"

Huai Shi thought for a moment and laughed softly: "To be honest, I don't understand tactics and methods of war, you are the real professionals, but since the war has begun, then there will only be one order." ”

He raised the Sword of Virtue in his hand, pointed forward and gave his only order as he called out the steel array that was advancing towards him.

"—Bring me the victory!"

"Comply with your wishes, Your Excellency. ”

The elders bow their heads.

At that moment, the last shackles were untied.

All the mad nezumi roared, their rough axes and spears in their hands, and pounced feverishly on the array of Minotaur warriors.

Unexpectedly, he withstood the countless rain of arrows falling from the sky, and charged towards the iron wall without any gaps.

Faster than them were the gargoyles that rose into the sky and fell from the sky again.

At this moment, when the gargoyle with a height of more than three meters retracted its bat wings and fell from the sky, it turned into an out-and-out quality weapon, causing an uproar.

With the shaking of the earth, when fighting at close range, their spears were in their pockets, and their halberds were drawn, and they opened and closed in the array of Minotaurs, and for a time they roared incessantly.

With the strength of a dozen gargoyles, they actually carved several tragic gaps in the defense of the Minotaur Heavy Company, and then the rats who had fallen into a blood frenzy clamored and dragged each other into a long dogfight.

Helpless.

Even with the aura of war, endowed with extreme explosive power and double the fanaticism and health regeneration, the crude weapons in the hands of the nezumi were still not enough to break the excellent defense of the Minotaur warriors.

And this group of minotaur warriors who have been taught war since childhood are each skilled warriors, although the fanaticism makes up for the lack of fighting spirit of the nezumir, but how can the nezumi who have always relied on numbers to fight compare with the quality of other people's individual soldiers. With skillful cooperation, even after breaking into the gap, the desperate nezumi will suffer heavy losses under the skillful cooperation of the Minotaur warriors.

Even if you are slashed twice, you can still get up, but after two more slashes, you will still die.

Now it's just relying on its own numbers to make a reluctant stalemate. If before, with the poor morale of this group of rat people, I am afraid that the system would have collapsed long ago, how could the current balanced situation be maintained?

If you really want to make a breakthrough, you have to rely on the elite class gargoyles who broke into the formation.

The undead first threw two rounds from the flanks, but unfortunately did not create much effect before the heavy armor. The Venerable Elder immediately changed his target, put away his bow and arrows, drew his saber, and drove the furious lizards towards the assembled centaur company.

"Chaolu!"

In the gallop, the elder roared: "Hold the flag for me!"

The sturdy deputy hissed, and the splitter snatched the banner of the undead army from the original flag bearer, increased his speed, followed closely behind the elder, held it high, and conveyed the edict of the elder behind him.

Four hundred steps.

Assault of the whole army!