"It's spectacular."

In the aviation information channel, a pilot could not help but sigh with heartfelt emotion as he could see the cluster of flight formations that could be seen in his field of vision.

The sky at the moment.

In the thick clouds of heavy mountains, rows of fighter planes are flying in flocks of geese and flying in groups, and the human golden eagles patrolling the sky are basically pilots of the new generation, and they never imagined that they would one day set foot on the battlefield in such a posture.

Patrol the realm in groups like knights.

Airborne missiles and cannons are ready to fire at any moment, and the enemy they have to face at the moment is a group of monsters.

That's right.

They actually want to fight monsters.

Most of the pilots were a little skeptical when they first received the order for this special battle, but when their boss shouted nervously and mixed with words of greeting to their mother, they were sure that they were really going to fight monsters on the plane.

For jet fighters of this era.

Beating up monsters should be more than enough.

With a relaxed attitude, the pilots galloped into the blue sky. But when more and more planes converged, and they gradually approached the rainstorm flood field created by the rain father, all the ease was gone, and it was replaced by an instinctive fear of the unknown.

"When I go down, I must show off to my son, how amazing his dad is, I'm definitely better than King Kong who jerks off on the Empire State Building!" The witticism from the wingman made the vast majority of the aviation formation laugh.

"you, Jackson, you're not even as good as King Kong's stick!"

"Shh

"Kiss Daddy's ass, I'm going to get ten stars today, girls, see how your handsome guys and others will lick the monsters on the ground beautifully."

"Pro-labor boots!"

For a while, there were constant boos in the aviation voice channel, and the mouths of these awesome guys dispelled the heavy pressure, and they had to say two cruel words before the war, otherwise they would be sorry for their identity as pilots.

The aerial formations that were circling around this polluted area began to slide into the battlefield in an orderly manner, and with the naked eye, they had not yet found a suspicious enemy. The main thing is that the environment is terrible, visibility has also become very low, and the pilots are all receiving unified dispatch from Air Force One.

The wickedness and filth they have to face.

It's not that the sky isn't touched in the slightest.

However, it is still the ground that has caused contact and exchange of fire first.

In the field of vision of a pilot with excellent eyesight, the originally green misty earth suddenly flashed dozens of points of light neatly, and then most of these points of light disappeared into the fog, and the rest caused a round of green smoke floating fire.

That's the roar of the God of War artillery!

For the vast sky, the deafening shelling from the ground is transmitted to the air and is invisible, but the rows and regular shelling, igniting all kinds of shells in a barrage of barrage, and plowing the filthy earth fiercely, is no less spectacular than a group of fighter planes pressing through the sky.

This is the first wave of human artillery tentative strikes.

Fighting in a land with asymmetrical information, knowing nothing about the enemy, the only human units capable of fighting did not skimp on ammunition, and with preset coordinates and instant radio reporting, the ground forces, sensing that something was wrong, were the first to play a card.

The waves of mud that rose into the sky were mixed with filthy juice.

Among them, you can vaguely see clumps of rotten flesh that have been ground by the shock wave and high temperature, these things that have been riddled with holes and shapes, their vitality is unexpectedly tenacious, and they even entangle themselves with each other in mid-air, becoming part of the limbs of this twisted and wriggling earth!

The traces of the demons of Nurgle have been revealed in the land.

It is as if they have always existed on the land, and some have even touched the distance of only 100 meters from their prey.

The Nurgle beasts that suddenly jumped out of the mud waves seemed to be drifting, flapping and sliding and crashing into them in the most primitive way, this group of savage and rude monsters did not care at all even in the face of the rifle shot, and the flesh and blood were torn by the bullets to make a huge gap, still maintaining their vigorous vitality to move forward.

To this abomination!

As long as they don't burn or chop them thoroughly, they won't be afraid to do so!

"Pick up the enemy at 12 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 9 o'clock!"

After a simple and surprising page, there was a faint shouting and gunfire from the other end of the radio, and the Master Chief who was in charge of delivering the message was immediately embraced by Nurglemon.

Foul-smelling saliva dripped from the open jaws of Nurglemon, writhing tubular organs protruding from behind it, spewing out all sorts of foul filth. This large, two-story demon is flicking annoying flies, emetic gases, carnivorous liquids that find crevices on its own, and even clumps of exposed organs!

The poor human soldier looked terrified, and pulled the trigger in vain.

It swallowed it down with ease.

"Hiccup! The taste is great! ”

There was a hint of satisfaction from Nurglemon's twisted face.

In less than a dozen seconds, the human soldier who had been contaminated by the digestion of the corrosive liquid was expelled through the breach in his abdominal cavity, and his dead body stood up again in the laughter of the Nurgle spirits.

Corrupted humanity is now fighting for a loving Father.

The fear of dying.

Begin to dominate the rotten land, whipping the humans so hard that they know who is the master.

The artillery's scaring snake did scare the snake out, and unlike what humans expected, this was not a cunning and warlike snake, but a giant python that was both poisonous and could stir the earth!

Ignoring the light firepower, hordes of Nurglemon relied on their corrupt immortal bodies to force them over, grabbing humans for conversion or simply crushing them. The gentle Nurglemon is not willing to tear humans apart with its fangs and bony claws, preferring to use tentacles to stroke and lick with its long tongues.

This is a way to express the love of the big family of Nurgle Garden.

But obviously this love.

It is a terrible nightmare for humans, and humans caught by Nurglemon, even if they wear protective suits, will be infected with various epidemics after being caressed in a very short time, and then quickly lose consciousness, and their souls will also fall into defilement in despair, and this body will become a carrier for those demons who cross the border.

The tragic confrontation on the ground, almost in the blink of an eye, caused the vanguard of mankind to be almost destroyed.

The knights, who were still cruising the skies, also received orders from Air Force One.

Cover the Zero aircraft to the predetermined coordinates.

On the state-of-the-art jet levitation fighter, Charles, Eric, Doom, and the Shadow of the West and others silently watched the ordinary people below who had stepped into despair to buy them time, and the plane zero they were in would take advantage of the opportunity for the demon to be involved.

Just go and pluck them up!