The desert seems to be forever hot.

Even though the sun is obscured by the lead clouds in the distance, the heat wave rises from the earth with a bit of light distortion, and drills directly from the center of your feet to the Tianling cover, which is still unbearable. But this kind of weather, for Faisal Yoon Ben Abdul, such weather really couldn't be better.

As a member of the Tomb Keeper's cavalry, he was highly skilled in martial arts, with excellent marksmanship, and developed a heart of steel in penance. From the day he joined the Grave Keeper, he knew that in this crumbling world, sooner or later he would ride his beloved horse to face the demons.

It's either life or death.

The graceful Damascus steel knife cracked silently through the air, interspersed from the fragile point of what appeared to be an arthropod, and with a crisp click, a half-human-tall, extremely fierce multi-arthropod tentacle filth let out a painful hiss, and the tentacle monster, which was covered in thorns like a sea anemone, spewed green yellow pus.

It was wounded by Faisal.

The one-eyed tentacle anemone felt the rage.

Such a fragile human being, if it weren't for the damn desert and the damn sun, and the unnourished body, it would have torn him alive or injected with the love of a loving father a long time ago.

The tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs.

No matter how fierce you are in the subspace, squeezing into the protein creatures produced by the rotten giants, you have to start from scratch and be hammered to the ground by the human shrimp.

Poof!

Faisal jumped off his horse with a sudden leap of light, the steel sword shining with cold light glittering like splashing water, and the strength of mortal martial arts was reflected at the end of this duel. Human beings actually slashed a demon to the point that they had no ability to resist, and the continuous suppression finally ended with the penetration and pull-out of Lisuo.

Accompanied by the shouts of the master's whistle.

The war horse that had just been thrown off immediately emerged in the chaotic battlefield, easily caught Faisal who was jumping back, and rushed to another location in the melee.

This is a war that takes place in the sand.

It is also the Oasis Human Force, the first line of defense organized fifteen kilometers away, tentatively engaging with the Rotten Giants.

The tomb keeper cavalry numbered in the thousands, and marched in the desert on war horses, which can be described as immense. But there were also a lot of vicious gadgets that kept peeling off the rotten giants, and the first wave of charging and fighting began almost five hundred meters apart between the two sides.

The neighing of war horses, the stimulation of guns, and the crisp sound of steel knives cutting into flesh and blood were all played in unison in an instant, and the shouts and fights were endless.

Faisal's martial arts among the grave keeper's cavalry were among the best.

Others don't have the ability to deal with the demon of Nurgle so easily and nimblely.

These Nurgle demons with gentle and friendly smiles, their bodies seem to fester, and they will fall apart at any time, but in fact they are extremely difficult, and if the strong slash of the steel knife is not aimed at the weak point, it will be as muddy and obscure as the wood knife slashing on the trunk of a big tree, and the dull hesitation on the battlefield is enough for the Nurgle Demon to give you a warm hug.

Compared to the swords, guns, swords and cannons of human beings.

The means that the demon of Nurgle revealed at this moment were somewhat simple. ….

Only the outrageously festering body with its vigorous vitality did not even release the iconic plague, and in this yellow sand, it seemed that the power of the demon of Nurgle had been suppressed.

That's right, it's repression.

The handsome face of the angel who had wings on his back and was blessed on the entire front with his own spiritual energy aura was stained with a little blood, and he felt the will of this land. The ancient and enduring power represents the unyielding roar of ancient humans against the chaos on the black earth, and it continues to this day, filling the entire space with the remains of the gods as the carrier.

That ordinary person can't perceive.

But the real power of the surging force, which existed for eternity, suppressed the power transmitted by the subspace. It seems to have intelligence, and it cleverly avoids the suppression of human psionics, so that the power of the X-Men can be better blessed with human soldiers.

Although it is so...

…

The angel's beautiful pair of children still inevitably flashed a touch of solemnity.

The whole front is still more inferior on their side.

Because the strong vitality of the Nurgle Demon is too difficult, even if they are stabbed and shot on the battlefield, they can still grab the careless cavalry, pull them off their horses, tear them apart and hug each other, and then under the flesh dissolving and entanglement, the demon's shrill laughter makes this scene start to change from bloody to terrifying.

This is not a natural gap that humanity can make up for by bravery alone.

The demons of Nurgle grinned and gnawed away at the living forces of humanity.

Although this process is very slow, if it adds up, it will not take a few times to block it, and all the soldiers they bring out may be swallowed up by the demon tide.

The aura of the angel has been working on it all the time.

Soldiers who are lucky enough to escape with the help of some unexpected conditions. But this is war, a brutal war that will not spare everyone because some people are lucky, and the monsters that are constantly peeling off the rotten giants and converging to form a tide are trying to smooth out the luck gap with numbers.

What's more......

With the elevation of the angel's gaze, a huge figure lying on the ground in the green mist could be vaguely seen.

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And around the green mist.

Extremely surreal, shrouded in a cage of flowing lightning.

Imprisoned by lightning and magnetic fields, he temporarily exerted his influence and locked the rotten giants in place. This was Magneto's move, and he was ashamed not to give his psionic abilities any strange names.

Beep and rip in a thunderbolt prison.

From time to time, a lump of coke can be drilled.

Before he could breathe a breath of fresh air from the material world, he was charred by Magneto's terrifying psionic energy. These are all unlucky demons who have not had time to adapt to the status quo and crawled out of the cage from the ground, and it is estimated that they were directly squeezed out of the green mist and electrocuted.

The smarter ones come out from under the sand.

Eric's power can't take care of the yellow sand.

At this moment, he was hanging five hundred meters above the thunderbolt cage, seemingly insignificant, but in fact, he mobilized the magnetic power of this land, and all of it was imposed on the body of the rotten giant, overpowering it and suppressing it in place. This was Magneto's first attempt to lock on to the Rotten Giant, and he had been very careful, but he was still a little too much.

When the Rotten Giant is crushed to the ground.

The irascible subspace psionic energy on its body also reacted to Magneto's body, binding it in place, and the two sides directly began to wrestle.

And the rotten giants are still producing a steady stream of demons, impacting the human side.

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