If there are about 100 times the number of enemies in front of him, Curt will often choose to retreat a little further away to observe the enemy's weak points before attacking.

However, Grostide clearly did not like this roundabout method - perhaps because the mages surrounded by enemies could no longer hold on. The armored vehicle that rushed into the dense crowd was like a boulder thrown into the water, setting off a wave.

The alien creatures that stood in front of them were knocked away dozens of times in an instant, and their bodies looked much softer than ordinary creatures. At the moment when the armored car collided with them, Curt only felt the impact of Yan zhòng, without the slightest feeling of crushing the flesh.

If the enemy had a modicum of sanity in their heads, they would have scattered when Grostide was ramming the armored vehicle into them—but the aliens who had been eroded by the black mud turned their blank gaze to the armored vehicle.

How many monsters are there nearby? Curt looked in one direction, and could only see the endless crowd in the darkness. It was only now that they had reacted to the sudden crisis, and they took stiff steps towards the armored vehicle carrying a small group of security officers.

In their chaotic movements, a large number of figures were drowned in the rolling waves, and it was impossible to guess to know their fate almost the moment they fell, they were constantly trampled by the latecomers, and finally became black shards with indistinct faces.

These monsters are not even left with their "original appearance" as creatures, and even if they are trampled, they will only turn into darkness and reintegrate into the group. Inexplicably, Curt felt that they were not a single individual with an independent will. Rather, it is a whole that is subject to unified control.

The mutation of the body was not successful, but it did not collapse completely like the original mages. It's just kept on ambiguous boundaries. The sludge that encased them almost fused with their flesh, spreading a dozen tentacle-like black slimes over their bodies.

The enemies at the forefront have natural armaments that have evolved to specialize in attack power. It was a large knife as sharp as the forelimbs of a praying mantis, and several bloody mouths growing on tentacles. Ignoring the metal pipes aimed at their heads, they huddled around the armored vehicle without hesitation, tearing at the solid metal plates with their dark-framed minions. In the blink of an eye, the fangs and claws slammed heavily into the metal plate on the outer layer of the armored car, making a heavy low sound.

"All hands fire!"

Grostide shouted, "Don't skimp on ammunition - it's not yours anyway!" Reinforcements are already on their way, and before they arrive, we need to share the pressure on the surrounded mages, of course, even if they are all wiped out!"

According to Lizzie, Cruise François has been in contact with the garrison. And sent a rescue team composed of members of the Eichi Eye. However, they are still on their way to arrive after all, and with the current manpower of these garrisons, it is not easy to repel the aliens who don't know what they are afraid of.

At the sound of Grostide's order, the security officer immediately opened fire on the incoming monsters from the firing portholes on both sides of the armored car. For a time, the sound of the machine's guns was endless, and the mechanical structures, mainly the new continuous-fire mechanics, continued to sprinkle the loaded ammunition at the enemy.

Military ammunition filled with high-density mana cores is powerful, and professionally trained security officers won't miss out. It only takes a single hit to tear off their mutilated limbs, and almost instantly, the enemy around the armored vehicle is deprived of mobility.

However, the number of security officers is simply too small. And it is impossible to shoot portholes to cover the surroundings of the armored vehicle without dead ends. After many of his companions were shot by the mechanics, some alien monsters finally approached the vehicle and attacked with "weapons" attached to their limbs.

Grosted's desire to annihilate the enemy may have been true, but it was an impossible task for his men. They do have an advantage in equipment. But the enemy rushed to them as if it were endless.

Although the guards continued to shoot the concentrated enemy with their mechanics, they continued to rush towards the armored vehicles that crashed into the cluster like a tidal wave. Fortunately, their weapons had little effect on the armor of armored vehicles. This kept the officers from falling into a dilemma.

Although the dark weapon can easily tear apart the flesh of living creatures, it has no strong effect on metal plates that have been strengthened by high-intensity spells. The Rubik's cube depicted on a metal plate emits a faint glitter. The enemy's attack did not leave even a single scratch on the surface.

Indeed, there is only a rabble of people who have no ability to think. They threatened the guards with no more than even undisciplined thugs. But their greatest advantage is that they are not afraid of the threat of pain and death, and their numbers are almost endless.

Ordinary people should collapse when they see their companions fall like wheat harvesters, and their companions in the distance will be thrown into confusion by the impact of those who retreat in front of them. However, these walking corpses will only faithfully carry out the orders given by the accusers, and staggered closer to Curt and the others.

The situation didn't seem to be getting any better at all, but on the contrary, the pressure on the mages was not relieved. Moreover, Curt, who was already regarded as a key target by Sain Democra, also fell into the siege of crowd tactics, and it was difficult to even move slightly.

It's just a walking dead that can't even control its own actions, but with a simple amount of violence, it's enough to shake a giant beast made of metal. Looking nearby, there were monsters rushing towards the armored car in all directions, and Curt really experienced what it was like to be "drowned in a sea of people" this time.

Several short monkey-like figures followed behind the attacking armored vehicles, individuals that looked like small monsters on the outside, but their hands and feet were covered in churning shadows. They climb up the bodies of their companions, as if intent on attacking the most obvious targets on the roof.

"Tsk, isn't it possible that these guys are zombies?" said Curt nonchalantly, looking at the enemies who were sticking out their claws towards him, "Or is this something grown out of dragon teeth, like the fairy tale 'sprinkling beans into soldiers'?"

He grabbed a metal pole strapped to his hand and swept it towards the xenomorphs who tried to climb up the edge of the armored vehicle as if he were wielding a spear. The magic gathered around the metal rod, as if a sharp blade had been constructed, and several tentacles that spread upwards were cut off in an instant.

Although Curt is always nagging, he also has a corresponding reaction speed when it comes to action. He swung his metal rod at a speed so fast that it was impossible to see the movement, and almost in the blink of an eye, he used his "weapon" to dismember all the enemies who wanted to attack him through the upper echelons of the Guò armored vehicle.

"If only you could talk less nonsense - why do you have to talk so much nonsense in battle, when you have so much skill and experience?" Grostide grumbled, adjusting the control of the armored car, as if trying to get it out of the crowd.

There was no problem with the power system, but when it crashed into the sea of people, the armored car came to an abrupt stop, and no matter how Grostide adjusted the operation, it did not move.

With the strength of this armored car, there is no problem in galloping through the crowd, and the speed may not slow down. Under the onslaught of this ferocious all-metal monster, those who stood in the way were simply knocked into the air, and the wheels were crushed into puddles of black mud.

Once a living part is destroyed, the surging black mud will immediately consume the host's body, causing it to completely melt into the black slime. That is to say, as long as the members of the garrison continued to attack the incoming enemy, the black mud accumulated around the armored vehicle became thicker - Curt could even feel that the air around him was filled with a thick smell of blood, which made him feel a faint sense of bad premonition.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he jumped up from his armor and stood on the guardrail next to him looking down at the aliens surrounding the car. Sure enough, the sticky darkness had already flooded their ankles, and even turned into chains, entangled in the wheels of armored vehicles.

Was it the black mud created by Sain Democra's spells, or the blood that flowed from the bodies of the slain aliens? Curt could only smell the thick smell of blood in the blackness that gathered around him, and the streets seemed to be stuck in a river made entirely of blood.

The armored vehicle was so caught in the "river" that it was difficult to move - not least because of the black liquid that flowed around it. Curt was able to notice the Rubik's Cubes hidden beneath the blackness, interfering with the magic inside the armored vehicle, making it impossible for Grostide to control it.

"Is there a sense of accomplishment that the blood on your hands can actually be condensed into a 'river'? ”

Liqi's mocking words suddenly sounded in Curt's mind: "Not only you, but there are many places in the city that have appeared in the 'blood river' that flocks into the interior of the central square, and they are all areas where a large number of attackers are gathered. There is no doubt that this is another masterpiece by Sain Democra, but it is still blocked by the wall of light that acts as a 'dam', and it has not reached its designated position. ”

Indeed, as Lizzie had said, the deep black liquid that rushed through the streets was filled with pure magic, and it was pulled by some force to the blockaded central square. The vitality of countless lives was squeezed from the living object by the "blood of chaos" and then transported to the center of a qiē.

If you listen closely, you can hear the movements of the fetus hidden in the deep darkness. (To be continued......)