In a densely planted jungle.

A stocky soldier with tousled hair was crouching beside a half-rotten giant tree, panting for breath.

"Whew... Whew... Whew..."

At this moment, the soldier's heart was full of excitement and excitement.

He was a deserter.

Not so long ago, it was just an ordinary groom.

However, after his debts went bankrupt, he was sent to the Templar Legion by his creditors, and "Glory" became a Templar soldier who fought to the death for the Day of the Sacred Sword.

After months of exhausting training, he was sent to the sea of blood in this sorcery armor.

For the short and fat soldiers on the edge of the battlefield, in fact, after surviving the bloody battle at the beginning, the subsequent battle was not so fierce.

It also means that he can carefully paddle until the end of the war and return to normal life.

However, during a previous battle, Humpty Dumpty actually found a piece of gold next to the corpse of a bear monster that was only half cut off.

A piece of gold the size of a palm can buy at least a hundred horses.

But ***, there was actually another soldier who also found this piece of gold.

Under the rush of blood, the short and fat soldier who didn't care about anything brazenly attacked the other party and took possession of the piece of gold.

Then, when his fierce killing intent gradually subsided, and after realizing what he had done, he immediately fled into the dense forest in a panic.

Killing a colleague on the battlefield is a felony.

"Fuck!"

The soldier yelled, "I can't die here!"

As he spoke, he took out the gold and smiled as he looked at it: "Hey, hey, the better life in the future is already beckoning to me......

Hmmm-

Suddenly, an axe flew and slammed into his head.

Boom!

After a crisp sound, the soldier, whose head was chopped into a rotten watermelon, collapsed to the ground weakly, and scattered the gold in his hand to settle the account.

Not far away, there was a sound of blades of grass clicking, and Jason, wearing an ice hockey mask, stepped out.

After walking up to the gold nugget and picking it up, and after glancing at the headless corpse with extremely indifferent eyes, he opened his palm slightly, and actually "conjured" a chainsaw out of thin air.

In fact, the power of anger that Mu Cang gave Jason was enough to simulate and condense everything in his memory.

Don't say that chainsaws, even shotguns, grenades and even nuclear bombs, can easily "turn fiction into reality" from emotions to material realization.

With a clatter, and with the sound of a terrifying buzzing chainsaw, Jason slowly walked towards the dense forest.

Somewhere in the forest.

Katsa~

Katsa~

Dead branches and leaves are trampled to pieces.

A tall, fat, bald-haired, tattooed Templar soldier walked cautiously through the dense forest.

Touching his bald head, he glanced at the lush woods around him, and said in a muffled voice with the corners of his mouth: "What a stupidity, what is there to fight with a group of corpse ghosts, fighting for the light? Sigh~"

Apparently, this strong soldier was also a deserter.

But unlike the Humpty Dumpty groom, he was not in debt and not bankrupt.

He is a criminal who has committed serious crimes such as kidnapping for ransom, burglary, murder and stealing.

Among the soldiers who participated in the battle this time, there were not a few people like him who "made meritorious contributions."

But there are very few people who dare to be deserters.

Most don't dare, and a few don't have a chance.

And he has always been bold, and when he finds an opportunity, he naturally does not look back and drills into the forest.

As for the possible dangers in the dense forest, he thought that the knight's breathing method was okay, so he didn't pay attention to it at all.

After walking for a while, the strong master soldier suddenly saw a dazzling golden reflection faintly under the big tree in front of him.

He frowned, "What is it?"

The pace quickened, the heavy body, and the soldier ran to dozens of meters with a thud

Outside, under the tree.

In the pile of dead leaves, a yellow-orange-orange piece of gold came into his eyes.

"Gold!"

The strong man who was greedy for money immediately smiled, grabbed the gold nugget with one hand and stuffed it into his waist and prepared to leave.

Swish!

A black shadow suddenly fell from the canopy of the tree and swept past the strong man's side at great speed.

Whew~

"Ahh

Blood splattered, and the strong man staggered and fell to the ground with a scream of pain.

The nuggets were also thrown a few meters away.

He hissed and throbbed, and when he glanced down, he saw that a large piece of flesh had been torn off from his left chest.

In the deepest part of the wound, you can even faintly see the white miserable ribs.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to walk when you saw gold."

A hoarse and shrill voice rang out.

A long, thin black shadow slowly walked out of the darkness.

The strong soldier looked angrily and found that it was a thin man with the same bald head and piercing face but deep eyeliner.

The other party tilted his head to look at him, pulled the corners of his mouth and said regretfully, "Your physique is too strong, this knife should have gouged out the heart.

But it's not in vain that I've worked hard to follow you along the way."

"You eggless bedbug, neither male nor female!" The strong man scolded angrily.

The other party is also a group of criminals in the legion with him, and he has always had a bad relationship with him, but he didn't expect to become a deserter.

"Die!"

The strong master soldier looked resentful, and he stood up and rushed over and smashed the opponent's head with a punch.

The emaciated man grinned, and a steel bridge bent down to dodge the attack, while raising his long legs and hooking his toes across the strong man's abdomen.

Whoop –

Bursts of blood.

The other party even had a dagger on his ankle.

"Ahh

The strong man covered his bleeding stomach and hid for a few steps, leaning against the trunk of the tree covered in blood, and whispered, "Do you want to kill them all like that?!"

The emaciated man scratched his scalp with the back of the dagger knife and said with a grim smile:

"This result was doomed from the first day you said in front of everyone that I was neither male nor female, by the way, do you know what my previous nickname was?"

"Whew... Call... Whew..."

Fude looked coldly at the strange man who was twisting his waist and walking slowly in front of him, and was silent.

"Black-hearted skinner."

The emaciated man smiled excitedly, "I'm going to peel off your skin and make boots, hehehehahahaha

Katsa~

Suddenly there was a strange sound overhead.

The man's smile paused, and he looked up.

Hiss~

A bloody snake head with a wide open mouth suddenly fell, biting his eye.

"Ahh

！」

The man immediately threw away the dagger with a howl, grabbed the head of the snake with both hands, and dragged it down with one eyeball.

"Uhh

This experience immediately made him roll on the ground in pain, and he couldn't even care about the strong man who staggered and fled.

But at this moment, Jason walked out of the dense forest with a chainsaw.

When he walked up to the man who was screaming in pain, a chainsaw stabbed him in the chest.

"No, no, no! Ahhh The man watched all this with his only remaining eyes, but he was no longer able to resist.

Kakaka!

After a sound of flesh and bones cutting, the trembling man was silent again.

But it was said that after running wildly for a few minutes, the strong man accidentally found a huge dead wood that had fallen to the ground, and there was a hole in its side.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly ran over and struggled into the hollow of the tree.

At the same time, he swung his arm and gathered a large number of dead leaves in front of his body to cover the entrance of the cave.

「…… Finally, I was saved."

The strong man closed his eyes and sighed

。

He has been shattered by the self-confidence of being neither male nor female, and he doesn't want to or dare to face the other party at all.

At this moment, the whole rotten wood suddenly shook.

"Huh?" The strong man opened his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Buzz!

There was a faint sound of chainsaws outside.

"What's that sound?"

Just as he was puzzled, the sound of the chainsaw was getting closer.

The next moment.

Buzz Buzz - Zizz!

A chainsaw suddenly cuts into a tree hole.

Before the strong man could react, the chainsaw sawed through the dead tree and slashed into his knee.

In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Ahhh......h

Suddenly there was a howl of terror and pain from the dead wood.

Outside the dead tree, Jason, who was armed with a chainsaw, saw the trunk above without emotion.

Buzz Buzz –

Under the merciless cutting of the chainsaw, the dead wood shook like a living thing, screaming miserably.

From the sawn cracks in the trunk, streams of turbid plasma mixed with minced flesh gushed out.

In just half a minute, the strong man died in pain and despair in the depths of this dense forest.

……

In this unilateral war initiated by the Glorious Realm, it was not only Walton's Templar fortress that participated in the war.

In addition to it, on the long border between the two forces, every tens of thousands of miles, there will be a war fortress full of millions of soldiers rushing into the bloody siege.

There are dozens of such huge mobile witchcraft fortresses.

Tens of millions of soldiers in witchcraft armor, tens of thousands of mercenaries with their own skills, and even fewer but more destructive high-level wizards than the first two, all burned like sparks on the blood-colored islands.

Under the cover of night, for a time there was an endless sea of blood and war everywhere.

In the area where the fighting was most intense, the sorcery arrows carrying frost, thunder, and flame, and the miserable white bone spurs carrying wisps of treacherous light, evil energy, and blood mist, flew back and forth like rain.

Under the terrifying "firepower" entanglement of the two sides, almost no living creatures could survive for more than a second, and even the huge walls of the surrounding mountains continued to tremble and bloom like iron trees blooming into bursts of watermelon-sized brilliance.

When the light dissipates, there will be a number of m-sized potholes left in place.

In the pit, it may be cold, or it will be full of thunder, or it will be eroded and collapsed, or it will be scorching and steaming......

In short, in the face of these "firepower" attacks, even if the soldiers of the two forces are hit, they don't want to have any corpses.

If you touch it, you will be injured, and if you touch it, you will die.

Unless you have to fight in the streets of some particularly narrow terrain areas, there is rarely any hand-to-hand combat under normal circumstances, and you basically "throw" witchcraft arrows frantically from a distance of several kilometers or even longer.

There is no need to deliberately aim, basically all arrow misses have solidified the ability of "seeking the enemy", as long as it shoots in a general direction, it will try its best to find the enemy and blow the opponent all over the face.

Under this premise, a solid position was quickly built with witchcraft, and dozens and hundreds of soldiers were stationed in it, and then the positional warfare carried out by this became the mainstream of the battlefield.

It just so happened that at midnight, a tall man wearing an ice hockey mask quietly emerged from the woods nearly a kilometer away from the walls of a small fortress-like position belonging to the Templar Legion.

It was the Messenger of Wrath - Jason.

Wow~

A blood-red flame of hatred burst from his broad shoulders, and with a crackling sound, the flames enveloped him from head to toe.

Then, without saying a word, Jason rushed towards the forward position with his head in his sword and axe.

The soles of his feet slammed into the ground, and in an instant, he crossed a distance of 100 meters.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In less than a second, Jason left several footprints in the woodland, covered with thick cracks.

At the same time, it is also getting closer and closer to the witchcraft array in front of it.

And several of the soldiers of the night watch standing on the wall of the fortaristry had already spotted the attacking Jason.

Without much panic, the soldiers raised their arms and bows and fired.

Hugh Hugh Hugh –

In an instant, dozens of arrows flew out of the wall and covered Jason's body.

Just then, he slammed into the ground.

Bang!

！

The earthquake trembled, and Jason's strong body swooped into the air hundreds of meters in a frenzy.

Then, before a second came, he adjusted the angle of his body in the sky, and swooped down all the way down with the blazing red fire like a goshawk possessed by the god of fire.

Huhuhuhu-

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the situation in the position is becoming clearer and clearer.

There was a Templar soldier looking up at him with a wide mouth.

Hugh –

The figure flashed.

Bang!

Jason, who glided down, stomped his feet heavily on the other man's face.

Boom! Kakaka!

With the sound of bones exploding, the soldier was instantly trampled into a pool of hot flesh and blood.

But when Jason slowly stood up, he was immediately surrounded by a large group of Templar soldiers.

Arrows, bullets, lightning, knives, and all kinds of attacks immediately flooded his body.

Bang bang!

For a while, the sound of colorful explosions continued.

Seeing that the guy of unknown origin had been besieged by the brothers, the commander of the outermost position breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted the adjutant next to him and asked, "Who is this so crazy?" Also playing air raids."

The adjutant shrugged: "This guy suddenly fell from the sky, how can you know who he is?"

At this moment, a flame full of anger erupted from the besieging crowd, and suddenly swelled and enveloped the entire fortress.

And in this scorching flame, there are hundreds of fierce swords slashing back and forth.

In just one second, the dozens of Templar soldiers involved in the siege and the two commanders who were talking to each other could not even scream, and they were reduced to countless charcoal-baked pieces, all of them died.

For a while, most of the entire scorched and molten fortress was left with only Jason standing quietly in the center, and the dry bones and charred corpses scattered all over the position.

After killing all these people, Jason immediately turned around and left in silence, and walked away murderously.

And the destruction of this position is only the beginning.

In the time that follows, the action-packed Jason makes his way across the battlefield and toward the distant playground of corpses.

All creatures that dared to stand in his way, whether humans, corpses, or ghosts, all died in a short period of time.

Those who are weaker than Jason will be brutally dismembered and burned to ashes.

Those who are stronger than Jason will be grinded to death by his conceptual immortal body.

For example, a large dragon creature will be swallowed by the opponent without care, and then explode in the opponent's body.

[In view of the general environment,

In a grand explosion equivalent to a nuclear explosion, you and your opponent will be blown into ashes.

As for those who are too powerful, Jason will not fall in love with the fight, and will turn around and leave.

If he tried to stop it, he would blow himself up.

Then it was born out of thin air not far away and resurrected again.

After some time.

Outside a central sanctuary position that had exploded badly.

"Ahhh

"Run!"

"Monster! Monsters!"

"He can't kill him at all, run!"

In the darkness of the night, hundreds of Templars

Bing is being forced by Jason alone to keep retreating.

With a wave of his hand, a crimson fire blade tens of meters high appeared across the sky, plowing the hard ground for thousands of meters in an instant, and dozens of armored soldiers who shouted and cursed loudly flew all the way.

Jason did not dodge all the counter-attacks, allowing all kinds of arrows, swords, and sorcery to fall on his body.

The skin is open, the flesh is broken, the tendons are broken, and the fracture is broken.

Every second, large expanses of black blood erupted from Jason's body, but the next second, these horrific and terrifying wounds were repaired in an instant.

Every second there was a terrible pain that tormented Jason's soul, but the next second, these pains that were enough to make ordinary people cry and weep were transformed into angry anger that made him stronger, endlessly stronger.

Swish!

The Pioneer Knife slammed into a flick, and another huge blade of fire with terrifying heat swept away, smashing dozens of Templar soldiers once more.

With just two stabs, more than 100 people died at Jason's hands.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

More than a dozen knives were slashed in a row, and a wave of Dao Senran knives slashed straight towards the center.

Rumble!

The low mountain, which was hundreds of meters high, exploded and collapsed, burying all the hundreds of soldiers who were next to it.

The few Templars with flying sorcery were about to leave the place in mid-air with a single leap.

When Jason raised his head and saw this, his back immediately rose, and two lumps of crackling and burning red flames suddenly tore out of the flesh and skin on his shoulders and back, and suddenly spread out into a pair of red fire wings.

Wow –

With a flap of his wings, Jason flew into the sky and chased after the soldiers who were so frightened that they almost fell.

Ignore attacks, act like wind, and deal explosive damage.

Faced with an irresistible monster like Jason, after killing hundreds of brothers, the remaining hundred or so Templar soldiers completely collapsed, screaming and fleeing in all directions.

No one wants to die casually, not even the soldiers who go to war.

Especially when I met an undead monster like Jason, no one wanted to die in his hands in vain.

However, there are always some people who are extremely confident in their own strength.

For example, the commander of the Templar fortress, Walton.