A bomber formation of 12 Dragonfly transport planes flew over the bombing area marked on the map.

The experienced pigman brothers were still the team leaders, piloting the long plane in front, and the other eleven wingmen kept in formation and followed alongside.

The altitude and speed, the angle of entry, the wind speed and other flight parameters into the formula to calculate the approximate bomb distance, the long plane to each wingman to send a bomb signal, and then open the hatch, and the bomber by the bomber has been installed on the rail to slide down one by one.

Although the use of transport planes to carry bombs is a bit nonsense in every sense, the lack of accuracy can be completely filled by quantity.

Aerial bombs rained down on the marked area like dumplings, and soon the abandoned roads and high-rise buildings exploded in orange-red flames.

Most of the high-rise buildings left over from the Prosperous Era era are unusually sturdy.

Even after 200 years of weathering, most of the buildings have remained intact after a round of carpet bombing.

There was only one 100-meter-tall building, presumably destroyed by an aerial bomb, and it slowly collapsed from one of the middle floors to the north.

Looking at the picture of the earth cracking that day, and the billowing dust that blew through the haze and drifted hundreds of meters up, Brother Bing and Huozi, who was standing by the porthole of the engine room, couldn't help but smack his tongue.

"I'll you...... What about dealing with a sniper?"

Although this is also the case in reality, most of them are a guided missile thrown over, or a few grenades.

It's rare to send a bomber formation to deal with a sniper.

It's a bit of a cannon hitting mosquitoes.

The unprofessional anti-steamed snorted with a smile and teased in the communication channel.

"Use your little brain and think about it, do mutants use sniper guns? And it's so foggy."

Brother Ice and Fire patted his head.

"Shhh...... When you say that, I understand."

He subconsciously brought it into reality, of course it is impossible to be so nonsense in reality, but this is in the game after all.

The group of guys who were hiding next to them and making small movements obviously had to be the little rats of the Torch Church. No matter what the hell they're up to, there's nothing wrong with a slap in the face.

The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect the NPC's thinking to be so clear.

The communication channel is filled with the gossip of other players on the plane.

"It's too foggy to see what's going on on the ground."

"Can you blow that guy up?"

"Then I'll have to ask the brothers on the ground to keep their eyes open and look for it!" The unprofessional anti-manchu laughed, deflected the control stick, and returned with the bomber formation in the direction of the ground airfield.

After a pause, he continued.

"Let's think about how to land first."

It wasn't too hard for him to fall on a foggy day, but the rookies were another story.

Hopefully, there will be two fewer drops by then.

I hope the ground staff doesn't scold my mother......

The hundred-meter-tall building is broken from the middle, and when viewed from the sky, it is just a half-split tofu block.

However, when you stand on the ground, you can see a boxy mountain.

Even hundreds of meters away from the war zone, the blown sand and stones still blew over the heads of the warring parties, and rained down like drops.

The raging air currents blew away the spore clouds floating in the air for a moment.

The mutant soldiers' eyes widened, and they unconsciously opened their mouths in the direction of the collapse of the tall building, and they didn't notice the ashes after eating them.

What's going on there?!

The players were the same, they even stopped firing for a while, and couldn't help but exclaim when they looked at the shocking picture.

「...... Awesome, if this is a CG bunker!"

「666!」

"What a bunker!" Shuke, who was driving a helicopter, complained with tears and laughter while reloading the machine gun, "Let's think about how to get past this level first!"

Beta, who drove the toy car, was lying next to him.

The brother probably thought that such a big fog should be fine, and planned to run over and repair the car with his hand, but he was shot in the head with a snap.

He hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the person back, but the brain was already broken, and it was estimated that he was sitting at home with a confused face and didn't know what was going on.

The Chimera armored vehicle broke down in the middle of the road and continued to fire at the mutants' positions, providing suppressive firepower.

However, the mutants have also learned to behave and no longer stand up to them, but have taken refuge in the alleys on both sides of the street, infiltrating and surrounding them from both sides.

"Anyway, why don't those guys blow up the plane here for us?" Wiping the ash on his face, the shrimp pig heart scolded and scolded.

Beta, who was driving the toy car, rolled her eyes.

"Blowing up, waiting for you to go to the forum to have a bad mouth?"

Squatting on the other side of the street were the brothers of the Death Corps, who heard their shouts and laughed and made a joke.

"Remember to let the mosquito brother shut up the friend before dropping the bomb!"

"Hahaha!"

"What else does this game do?"

Although they were trapped in a dilemma, the players who stayed here did not have the slightest sense of nervousness

Think.

Since the bombers helped them deal with the snipers in the distance, it means that the command has noticed their situation.

More support is on the way.

They just had to hold out until reinforcements arrived. The brief break was interrupted by a gunshot.

The two sides in the street fighting resumed the exchange of fire, and flickering tracer lights roamed through the narrow block.

Those green-skinned brutes are not really stupid, they finally paralyzed a fire-breathing iron box, and naturally they are not willing to let this guy go easily.

A hundred-man squad that had been routed from the rest of the front was quickly pulled here, and a group of screaming mutants pounced on it.

If they can tear a gap in the Alliance's offensive, they can save the line from collapse.

However, at this moment, it was not only a broken down Chimera that stood in front of them, but also an expanded hundred-man squad of the Death Corps.

Although the equipment of these guys is not as good as that of several other corps, and the sequence level is not outstanding, they are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.

And he is a master of street fighting!

Armed with trolls or submachine guns, some with bolt-action rifles with bayonets in them, they engage in hand-to-hand combat with mutant soldiers in the alleys.

The mallet-wielding mutant had just smashed the skull of an unlucky fellow, and before it could get a taste of what it was like, the skull was ripped open by a dude with a shotgun.

Some players scuffled with mutants and simply detonated the explosives on their bodies, and the two instantly turned into a rain of blood. Even if he is a mutant who lives a barbaric life of drinking blood and hair, he can't help but show a trace of horror in front of this barbaric style. These people are crazy!

The alley was more than a dozen meters long, littered with severed limbs and corpses, and the viscous blood and organs had turned the place into a dark swamp, and the gunfire did not stop at all.

Just as the battle between the two sides was scorching, a rapid and compact cannon fire suddenly came from the other side of the street.

"Bang bang bang!"

Long lines of electric light rushed towards the mutants who rushed out of the alleyway, and the knotted muscles instantly exploded into patches of broken blood rain.

"Roar!"

A red-eyed mutant roared and threw a lit explosive pack at the broken down armored vehicle.

The bulging bag of explosives was the size of a school bag, coated with black tar that could stick to the surface of the armor.

"it!"

Shuke, who was driving a helicopter, saw this

Bursting into a foul language, without saying a word, he threw away the machine gun and rushed forward, forcefully ripped off the explosive bag hanging on the surface of the armor and fell to the ground.

Almost as soon as he fell, the flames of the explosion tore his entire body to shreds, making a clanging sound against the armor of the armored vehicle.

If it were to be detonated on the surface of the armor, not to mention a thin-skinned armored car, even a tank would have to be scrapped.

The mutant's eyes widened and almost bulged, obviously not expecting that in just three seconds, the iron box that was almost certain of death was actually rescued.

But there was no time to surprise him.

At the same time as the explosive bag exploded, a shuttle armor-piercing incendiary bomb had already swept over, instantly shooting it into a puddle of minced meat.

"Shuke !!"

Looking at Shuke, who was blown up to the point that there was no scum left, the shrimp pig howled in grief and indignation, and rushed to the alley with an assault rifle to shoot suddenly, but it was a pity to sweep away the loneliness.

The mutants saw another armored vehicle come and knew they had lost their last chance.

The leading mutant was the first to howl, and the minions who were lying behind the cover and firing cursed and left the cover and retreated.

With the exception of a few red-eyed guys who were still fighting furiously, most of the greenskinned cattle retreated towards the southern defensive line.

Seeing that the mutants began to retreat, the Canyon Fugitive Mole stepped on the driver, causing the brother to drive his car in front of the broken down Chimera and chase the retreating mutants

The man soldier swept two shuttles.

The hatch behind the butt of the car opened outward, and the elf king Fugui and Irena jumped out of it and dispersed to the bunkers on both sides of the armored car to set up their guns.

One of the players, who could fix cars, quickly ran to the broken down Chimera armored car, carrying a toolbox.

Removing the corpse of the sapper whose head had been blown off, he opened the hood with a tool and immediately got to work with a wrench and a screwdriver.

Halfway out of the turret, the mole glanced up at the bombed city and smacked its tongue.

Then he looked at the player who was repairing the car and shouted.

"What's going on? Can it be fixed?"

The player who was busy answering without looking back.

"There's a hole in the engine's shell...... I'll try it, and it should be fine to move, but I might have to cut the power in half."

"Then I'll leave it to you, just drive it back to base."

「OK!」

The player who repaired the car raised the wrench in his hand in response, and the mole was about to retract into the armored car, when the Death Corps came over with a rifle in his hand.

Without waiting for him to speak, the elf king Fugui suddenly widened his eyes as if he had seen a cherished animal, and said with a hippie smile.

"Yo, big eyes?! Why are you here?"

I didn't hear the extraneous voice, and I was in debt and wide-eyed

Laughing, said ostentatiously.

"Cut, Lao Tzu came here four days ago, okay?" Irena looked back with a funny expression.

"I thought you were missing."

"Fuck off, you're out of touch! Your whole family is gone!"

Understood the man's expression for a moment, and rolled his eyes angrily, then looked at the mole sitting in the turret and watched the excitement and shouted.

"Brother, we have a new mission here, and the rest of the people are not enough, you have time to help."

Thinking that Brother Ji probably wouldn't need himself, but he was afraid that he was completely crazy at this time, the mole looked at him with interest and asked.

"What's the mission?"

"Support the brothers of the Burning Corps." "Those monsters still need support?"

"That's the way the mission briefing, they're in a bit of trouble in the bombing zone...... It is currently impossible to contact them, and command speculates that eighty percent of them were done by members of the Torch Church."

It seems to be a lonely. The mole touched his chin

。

"Is the communication blocked?"

Debt-indebted: "Probably."

"Okay, I'll shake a few people over."

The index finger tapped in his ear, and the mole looked at the VM

of the map, while calmly ordering.

"Attention groups 2 and 4, if there is a new task, immediately go to the location of the map to assemble. In addition, there is communication interference in the target area, and a backup contact plan will be activated!"

The so-called backup liaison plan is to keep an infantry offline as a human radio station at all times, and use group chats to exchange information on the front line.

Two neat answers soon came from the communication channel.

"Roger!"

The mole who hung up the communication was not ambiguous in the slightest, gave Big Eye a sign to follow, and shouted to the brothers in the street.

"You stay here for a while, and I'll go and see the brethren of the Death Corps and come back."

With his rifle firmly in front of him, the elf king Fugui shouted with his back to the Chimera armored car behind him.

"Oak!"

......

At the same time.

Six hundred meters from the westernmost part of the front line, the streets where the bombers had survived were a mess, full of dark craters and cracked walls, and clusters of unextinguished flames swaying on twisted steel and concrete.

A few bloody corpses were glued to the ground, looking like xenos roaming the neighborhood, swept into them by the explosion just now, and only this little thing was left.

Organisms exposed outside the bunker are hardly spared

Boy down.

Slamming open the broken metal door panel, the tapir walked out of the rubble with black lines, greedily breathing in a breath of fresh air, only to choke on the more pungent smell of gunpowder and cough violently twice.

"Shit, that bastard!"

Thanks to his quick enough reaction just now, he and his partner quickly retreated to the stairwell, which was structurally sturdy, otherwise they would have almost disappeared.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to scold that old thing, but he only said half of his words, and ran away by himself.

In short, it is no longer safe here, and we must retreat to a safe area first......

The moment his right foot stepped on the street, a warning suddenly crept into his mind, and the tapir reflexively rolled over and hid behind the concrete wreckage on the side of the road.

Almost at the same time that he had just ducked behind the concrete wreckage, an arrow landed where he had been standing.

Seeing the arrow, the tapir glanced at the corner of its mouth relentlessly, but the mocking expression did not stay for 0.5 seconds before it instantly froze on its face.

Out of the corner of his eye, he faintly caught a glimpse of a faint red glow!

"Grass"

There was no time to dodge, he only heard a dripping sound, and the arrow exploded into a ball of fire in an instant, and the raging shockwave carried steel balls around it.

The churning wave of qi slammed into the breastplate, and it was solid

The red tapir of the blow felt that all the internal organs were trembling.

Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, he still suffered some minor injuries.

Too late to deal with the wounds scraped by the shrapnels, he pulled out a smoke grenade and threw it at his feet, staggering behind another, safer cover.

Clicking on the helmet's communication button, he roared in the communication channel.

"Tang He! Find me that guy who shoots the arrow! Tang He?"

There was no response in the communication channel.

The tapir's face froze, and he immediately realized that it was the good thing that Arzu had done, and immediately cursed.

"*** old thing......

Eighty percent that guy was planning to "let the dog go".

Those people with underdeveloped cerebellum can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and will just pick up moving things and stuff them in their mouths.

He's got to get out of here as soon as possible!

On the other side, looking at the guy who dodged the fatal blow, Fang Chang's face floated a little

Surprised, but only surprised.

Want to run?

"Hehe, look where you're going!"

At the same time as the bombing ended, he and Lao Bai, a total of twenty players, arrived in the area by helicopter and launched a search.

Now that he's discovered the target's location, there's no way he's going to let this guy run away.

"Old White ...... Someone in front of me, confirmed to be an apostle of the Torch Church, the location has been marked on the map, old white?"

There is only a rustling of electricity in the communication channel.

Fang Chang's expression was slightly solemn. Communication shielding?

"Day!"

With a scolding scolding, he re-pulled out a burst arrow and placed it on the bowstring of the Daybreak Composite Bow, and leaned down towards the cover where his target was hiding.

Nearby teammates should have heard the firefight and were heading towards the area.

He had to get ahead of the apostle's escape. Drag that guy down!

However, at this moment, a deafening roar pierced through the fog, and a sudden burst of gunfire rang out from the street not far away.

Fang Chang involuntarily stopped, looked over there suddenly, and then his pupils involuntarily shrank into a point.

I saw a fat giant standing in the middle of the street, his right arm was a tentacle as thick as a python, and his left arm was a large hand made of steel.

The flesh on its body was like a lump of worms, writhing and expanding unconsciously, stirring with strange power in the gray-green mist.

The murderous dagger wielding two large fists of iron pots was fierce

He threw a punch into its chest, and the exhaust pipe of its shoulder blades spewed out a nitrogen-accelerated tail flame.

However, the destructive power of this armored vehicle only caused a ripple on the mountain of maggot worms.

The fat giant let out a dull scream, but did not step back.

Faintly, Fang Chang heard the strange screams of killing the dagger brother.

"Damn?! What the hell is this?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a lightning-fast tentacle slammed into his chest, knocking him out like a baseball, and slamming him to the ground unconscious.

Fang Chang stared at the monster intently, and couldn't help but swallow.

"Butcher'......?"

No

This thing is even more curious than the fruiting body of that slime fungus variant in Clear Springs City!

Not only is the volume several times larger, but the destructive power has obviously increased by more than one order of magnitude! It's a bit like the evolution in the previous wave.

Seeing that Roshan moving towards the Killing Dagger Brother, Fang Chang knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and without hesitation, he shot an arrow towards the monster's front door.

The flames burst open in the monster's face, splitting its head and flying out.

Fang Chang was slightly stunned when he saw this.

His burst arrow is only a few dozen grams of charge, probably Bipu

A little more through the frag grenade.

When did you get so awesome?

And as he expected, things were not as simple as he thought.

I saw that the monster whose head was blown off was like a normal person, and its huge body didn't even shake.

Then, as if controlled by some autonomous consciousness, the wriggling lump of flesh rushed to the shoulder of the mountain of meat like a crawling earthworm.

In less than ten seconds, an abstract head grew back on the empty shoulder. And if you look closely at the wreckage that was blown away, it was not a skull fragment at all, but a maggot-shaped piece of flesh.

Some of them were blown to pieces, but many more were still alive.

Abandoned behind them, they stubbornly twisted their broken bodies and crawled towards the mountain of flesh, as if trying to become a part of that body again.

Looking at this unbelievable scene, Fang Chang's eyes widened.

What kind of outrageous black technology is this?!

And where did this guy come from?!

It wasn't the --- that made his scalp tingle the most

The empty eyes looked at him.

Although there was a distance of tens of meters, although there was a heavy gray-green fog, Fang Chang could clearly feel that he had successfully pulled away the hatred of the boss.

The wavy wriggling tentacles were like seaweed floating in a dive, yet he had seen how fast the thing moved.

The dagger brother who took a beating still hasn't gotten up yet!

"Is it another boss fight......

Fang Chang's eyes gradually ignited with battle intent, and he took out another arrow with an orange label from his quiver and placed it on the bowstring of the mechanical compound bow.

It is a flaming arrow concentrated with solid hydrogen and high-performance kerosene, which can easily create a fire field several meters wide on the ground.

Since the explosion will not work - then use fire!

In a certain building hundreds of meters away from the bombing zone, Arzu, who was standing in a different place, looked at the lively city with a blank face, and the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up a sneer.

He didn't expect a single servant to stop the Alliance's most elite troops, and he didn't even think that those guys were from the Burning Legion.

Still, creating a little chaos was more than enough to help the fools of that court escape.

Although he didn't like those two fools who didn't do enough to do more than he could do, it would be a problem for him if they didn't die under the bombardment, but were caught alive.

Hopefully, they can learn a little bit from this failure and rein in their exuberant self-confidence a little.

Their enemies are not easy to deal with, unlike those of the natives.

Vault 404, which even he had never heard of, could be more dangerous than a business and a college.

A year ago, the fools of the Inquisition would have understood this.

At this moment, footsteps were heard behind him.

An old man with a clumsy figure and wrinkled face walked behind him and stopped.

The old man's skin was dark green, and he was draped in a robe of the master of ceremonies with strange patterns.

Just by looking at his appearance, he knows that he is a mutant.

However, just by looking at his appearance, no one can guess how long he lived. Looking at Arzu's back, he sighed softly and said with his eyebrows slightly lowered.

"The Alliance's people are endless for some reason, our tribe has suffered heavy casualties, and if we continue like this, we will probably lose this war."

Arzu looked back at the aging mutant, stared into the cloudy eyes, and suddenly spoke.

"Gomore."

"What's wrong?"

"Do you want to restore the glory of Singularity City?"

There was a hint of demagogy in the voice.

Gomore frowned slightly, then stretched his brow and whispered.

"I've dreamed of it."

"Then advise your child for me."

Arzu withdrew his gaze from his face and continued to look at the foggy city in the distance, narrowing his eyes slightly as he continued.

"Let him hold on a little longer."

"Soon, the Son will give him powers comparable to those of the gods."

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