Day 5 of the Battle of Dawn, 12th hour.

On the Mediterranean coast north of Cairo, rivers of blood flowed.

Countless warriors of the Sadistic Gang, armed with weapons that could not have been more rudimentary, as well as some guns stolen from the human army, roared like barbarians. The warriors of these warbands, in terms of long-range firepower, are not as exaggerated as the Sadistic Demon Army.

But it still put a lot of pressure on the defenders.

Because most of them look like ordinary humans, countless human bodies are crumbled to pieces when they are exposed to bullets and artillery fire, and unless they are born psychopaths, they will not feel relaxed and happy by the sight of flesh and blood, like a massacre.

The shredded flesh, limbs, and bones outlined sticky paintings in the air, firmly glued to the eyes of the soldier who pulled the trigger.

Soon, a part of the soldiers developed serious mental problems.

They are corrupted.

When human beings carry out a ruthless massacre against individuals who have abandoned their races and civilizations, they are already sliding into terror invisibly, and corruption from chaos is everywhere, as long as there is a little oppression and guidance, there will always be human beings who will not be able to withstand the pressure and go to extremes.

Many terrible stories took place in the fortresses and positions.

Somewhere in the position.

A man sat on the ground with his head in his hands and laughed maniacally, and beside him were piles of torn pieces of flesh that could be vaguely identified by the strips of cloth and dog tags. The mad man laughed and muttered words like stares and blessings, and finally rushed out of the field with a wild howl.

He, or rather, it, took the initiative to rush towards the fortress with the most ferocious fire above.

The last of humanity emerges in a body torn apart by bullets and shells.

Somewhere around the corner of a fortress.

An officer secretly used his own blood to draw a huge picture of no one, and the blood on the picture seemed to be a living thing, squirming and struggling with his movements, as if it was about to break free from the wall and rush out.

"I will give you only my blood, I will give you only my blood, I will give you only my blood...... Hee-hee, it's only my blood......"

Constantly releasing his own blood, the officer's breathing gradually became difficult, according to common sense, ordinary people who lost so much blood should have been shocked and fainted, but he only had difficulty breathing.

His spirit could not withstand the tremendous pressure and collapsed.

But the human part didn't give up completely.

The officer left the decision to the amount of blood in his own body, and the terrible and loud voice forced him to paint a picture that could not have been done with the blood of a man alone. So, at a certain moment when the picture was about to take shape, the blood had been completely drained, and the officer, who had survived for ten minutes, fell to the ground with a strange smile and completely lost his breath.

By the time the patrolling soldiers noticed something was wrong, the picture had lost its life.

Not everyone can have that resilience.

Ordinary people are always in the majority, these ordinary people have no outstanding character, and they can also be said to be full of flowers in the face of the corruption of chaos, some can spit in return like no one else, some are painfully incapacitated, and some can't control themselves and slide into chaos. ….

The vast majority of those who were completely degraded in terms of spiritual will did not have time to become demons, and they were pinched by a suffocating and vast force.

"Heretics thirst for the fire of salvation, and they need not fear, we will give it!"

The most devout living saints, holding battle flags in their hands, stand on the front line with the sound of hunting!

Grand Nun Joan of Arc glared at the tide of demons in front of her, and the anger in her eyes almost erupted. As a clergyman who has burned to death I don't know how many heretics, what a blasphemy to see heretics dare to appear in front of their eyes in droves!

Immediately, immediately, in all directions, set fire to this group of heretics!

The Grand Nun, who is untouchable, is silent and fully open.

The shock wave, which was originally extremely fierce, was instantly stunned, and countless Chaos Warriors twitched all over their bodies

Twitching, like a lost dog that has been stripped of its spine, fell directly to the ground and played wildly. Then these abominable betrayers saw napalm and thermite burning from the sky.

The number of the Chaos Warbands began to decline rapidly.

And the soldiers and officers who had internal problems were also weakened to a state of almost weakness due to the power of the living saints, which was easily solved.

A chaos within humanity has been suppressed.

This made the sadistic demon who sat on the giant island of skulls feel very powerful, and was strategizing, felt a crackle on his face.

Of course it knows what the human configuration looks like.

It's just that it seems to be itchy in the head after the ascension, as if it wants to grow a brain...... No, it still has a brain, but if you have more muscles, your brain is not enough, just like if you shoot a golden finger to kill a special kill, will you still dodge bullets?

Opening the golden finger can indeed kill and fly coolly, but in the face of the game's built-in mechanism, such as falling into the pit or forcing blocking, you still have to obediently follow the rules of the game if you have to take a detour.

Even if you open the cheat, you're still a player.

And not the creator of the game.

The big demon of abusiveness grabbed his bare red scalp hard, well, although it can't be reckless, but it also likes to be a micro-.

However, the Elder Demon of Sadism has not yet gotten his hands on it.

The island of skulls shook violently, and the layer of ripples that had been surrounding the legendary vehicle suddenly subsided.

This undetectable ripple dissipated, and nothing seemed to matter.

Tentative attacks from the human side still can't hurt the island of skulls.

The giant island floating in the sky also seems to have a bit of a limitation, that is, so far, it has only drifted within the range of the appearance of the demon army, and it is not able to fly away from the demon army on its own.

Apocalypse temporarily plugged that subspace rift.

As soon as he blocked it, the Sadistic Demon Army here immediately reacted.

Some of the Sadistic Demons have been weakened, but only slightly, and this weakening has little impact on the current situation overall. After all, the demon of fear and abuse goes crazy and cuts people, and the combat power is often doubled, and a little strength is not enough.

For the giant island of skull, it doesn't have much impact.

It's just that the operation has become a little more difficult, and the information crush that originally dominated the absolute advantage has disappeared, that is, the invincibility of this legendary vehicle has actually been broken.

But even if it was broken invincible.

It's still far enough away from the current human race.

There are still many costs to be paid to get close to it.

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