Battle of Dawn, Day 4.

Worldwide, pyramids are breached by the forces of chaos at a rate of 1 percent. Where conventional military forces and psionic devices are beyond the reach of the Chaos Cultists, the defenders become toys, no less tragic and terrifying than the main battlefields.

But because of the lack of strength, and because of the priority.

The pyramids in these areas were abandoned without support.

Nothing is unacceptable as a sacrifice.

Under the greatest ideal, absolute rationality is controlled, all means are for victory, and the one percent abandonment is to concentrate more forces to support the main battlefield from collapsing.

On the 4th day of the campaign.

A fleet assembled around the Atlantic, sailing thousands of sails, launched a mighty support for Gibraltar under the leadership of the British. The number of these fleets is extremely exaggerated, and it belongs to the warships that were completely bankrupt and forcibly squeezed out by European and American civilizations, and the number is more than the fleets assembled in the Mediterranean region in the early days, reaching the level of a full 20 aircraft carrier formations.

However, most of the members on it are new recruits, and their combat effectiveness is definitely weaker.

And the British, after taking a breath, did not hesitate to send the Piercing Duchess to it, that is, the vampire Accardo, who had been hostile to the young headmaster for a long time.

The vampire is about to leave for Gibraltar.

As a notorious piercing man, Accardo is sensitive to the smell of war.

He stood at the front of the deck of the aircraft carrier, accompanied by the rich smell of the sea breeze, which made him a little intoxicated. It was the smell of killing, the old man and the child, the man and the woman, whatever their identity was killed, and then the miserable tone of the wind blowing everywhere.

But......

In the midst of this wind, he could not hear.

"Less, soul voice." Accardo muttered to himself that he had not been able to accept the souls of the dead, as they had been harvested by demons from Chaos.

Even if he wanted to collect some souls to protect in the river of blood, he couldn't do it.

Of course, the main thing is to read the memories of the souls of the front, because the contact in the direction of Gibraltar is intermittent, and often a message can be transmitted a few hours or even a day ago, which is very disadvantageous for the support fleet that is about to step into the battlefield.

The entrance to the Gibraltar fortress is currently lost.

However, it is still unknown to what extent it has been lost, and the reconnaissance planes do not dare to say that they are too close to the battlefield. Because once you get close, you will be attacked by the Sadistic Demon Army, and there seems to be traces of demon engines in the upper layers.

It's a bit like a trick around the point to send reinforcements.

But the fleet led by Accardo must be supported, even if it is worth burying all these people to Gibraltar.

According to the arrangement of the original battle plan.

In the Atlantic, the duty of their support fleet is to cut off the channel of the Sadist Army in the Atlantic Ocean like a sharp knife after the Strait of Gibraltar is lost, and to close the door and beat the dog to greatly reduce the number of troops of the Sadistic Army, and directly reduce the pressure on the Mediterranean defense line.

But an island of skulls bankrupted the plan.

The Horror Demon Army had no intention of maintaining a long route from the Cuban Sea to the Mediterranean, and the blood mist spread, pulling out a giant island of skulls, and directly bursting troops on the front line, and the Horror Demon sat in control and directly crushed the past.

The dumpling-making plan to support the fleet naturally fell through.

From making dumplings to de-encircling.

Two hours earlier, the general of the fort in Gibraltar had spread the word that they were still delaying the attack of the Demons and digging the mountain, but the losses were extremely heavy. There are already some demon engines, and they are rushing towards the Mediterranean Sea with sadistic demons, but the number is not much, only about a thousand.

But if there is no support for a long time, Gibraltar's defence will surely collapse.

The supreme commander of the front line went to the front line and used a passionate speech to inspire the morale of the decisive death, and it is conceivable that the Gibraltar defense line can fight so anxiously with the support of the Sadistic Demon Army, relying on the human beings who have already given up their lives to fight, which is a breath of hard support.

This kind of front with a high casualty rate, if not enough people to fill it, will soon collapse.

"Accardo, what do you see, past? Or is it the future? Accardo's musings were interrupted by a voice that was Walter, the grim reaper in the prime of life with a monocle on his face.

The strongest transhuman in the British Isles.

Walter, the Grim Reaper.

It is said that he has more power than Accardo in short-lived outbursts and killing methods. The Knights of the Round Table sent him to follow Accardo, not without the intention of spying on him.

Because anyone with a discerning eye can vaguely feel the entanglement of Accardon's blood ability and chaos. Moreover, Accardo himself is also suspected of having some mental problems, if he suddenly goes crazy when facing the Sadistic Demon Army, the Grim Reaper will have to force Acardor to restart.

The Grim Reaper himself doesn't care about that.

He just wants to find a chance to fight Accardo and see who is really the strongest.

"Walter, do you want to fight?"

"Oh?"

"I want to fulfill your wishes, your blood-burning desires." Accardo raised his hand slightly, as if trying to catch the setting sun in front of him.

Walter didn't think much about it.

For him, this is the most important thing, everything else is secondary, and in his strongest moment, challenge the legend in the Knights.

"Come on, Accardo! Let's have a good fight! ”

Without the slightest nonsense, the Grim Reaper showed his signature tightrope, a ball of impossibly flexible tightrope that was tough enough to block anti-tank guns and sharp enough to cut through a skyscraper.

Soon, two extremely fierce superhumans began to fight on the sea.

This scene also fell in the atmosphere, in the field of vision of a tiny and inconspicuous demon engine. The Devil of Torture watched this rather interesting broadcast, in front of which was the battlefield of Gibraltar, where most of the two sides of the strait had fallen, and almost every inch of land was contested between red-eyed humans and demons.

"A container of blood."

The Great Demon of Sadism looked at Accardo with interest, and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

"Slag ......"

Subconsciously opened his mouth to evaluate but felt that this was inappropriate, and the big demon hurriedly changed his words.

"There are more and more human beings who are worthy of attention, and only such a war has the value of making the blood god look sideways, whose soul should be harvested first?"

The current situation that seems to be anxious is actually the steady progress of the Horror Demon Army.

As long as you advance to a certain range, you can safely and quickly hollow out the mountain stuck by the giant island of skulls and run directly into the Mediterranean Sea. The only thing the Great Demon of Sadism feels irritated about is the nuclear bomb that is rushed by cover from time to time.

The fortress general has been trying to use nuclear bombs to push the giant island of skulls back into the Atlantic.

For this, he has mobilized eight nuclear bombs.

Right now, it's the ninth flying fast through the air.