Where am I?

Jill Baldwin asked himself.

Where am I? Where am I?

He barely opened his eyes, and all his senses were back at this moment. He saw a gray mist, a distorted light, and a fire coming from the darkness. He could hear roars and blaster fire, and maybe a few sounds of plasma? Then, he smelled a strong stench.

He couldn't make out more, and as the Legion Commander, he instinctively wanted to question why he didn't use heavy fire, until someone stabbed him in the neck with something.

With intense pain, his mind suddenly cleared up.

"Please, come to your senses, Captain!" Pharmacist Pacarold yelled at him. "The last shot of excitement—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell, his head gone, a mixture of flesh and blood.

Jill Baldwin fell to the ground, and a sharp pain came from his head, as if someone had forcibly split his head in half.

He let out a low breath and fumbled with his fingers to pick up the pharmacist's dropped gun, instinctively checking its condition. The muzzle was still warm when it was fully loaded, apparently not long after it had just been reloaded.

Jill Baldwin coughed, blood spilling from between his lips and teeth.

He thought that the pharmacist Pacarold was right—I had to come to my senses, and I had to rush to the bridge to contact any Imperial fleet that could get the news and get him to open fire on us.

We must be stopped.

After a few seconds, he staggered to observe his surroundings, and the fragments of broken memories in his mind were immediately connected, and the war dog ignored the pain in his mind and the anger that swept through his heart with his stubborn will, and made it clear where he was.

I'm still on the boat. He thought.

He didn't know if it was luck or misfortune, but he hoped that the six squads led by Karn of the Eighth Company would escape, and the war dogs paid the price of blood to get them out of the encirclement. There were 20,000 brothers who lost contact with each other in the strangulation of the enemy, and their fate is unknown.

Jill made a rough estimate of the distance between himself and them, and then prepared for battle. He crouched down and took a combat dagger from the apothecary's belt. Then he began to wait in the dark.

After three seconds, he jerked to his feet. His body didn't support such strenuous activity, but Pacarrod's stimulant shot did its trick and he ignored the sharp pain coming from his skull and began to pull the trigger in succession.

The muzzle flames illuminated the faces of the attackers in the darkness, pale and scarlet, mad, with a cluster of steel cables trembling in the back of their heads. They were so insane that they didn't stop even though they had already been shot by Jill the moment they made the first hit.

"Blood ——!" One of the assailants lunged at him, smashing the heads of his fallen companions as he ran. Gil indifferently continued to pull the trigger, the first two to the body and the last to the knee of the right leg.

The bomb hit with precision, and the attacker fell to the ground, still trying to crawl towards him.

But his companions ignored him, and they trampled on him as if they were on the ground, flesh splattering, and the successors lunged furiously and eagerly at Jill, the roar of the chainsaw axe so palpable, the brass and scarlet armor glistening in the dark mist.

Jill took a step back, clenched the battle dagger, and stabbed the first man in the throat. He brutally spun the blade and ripped his throat open, blood splattered and sprayed on the war dog's face, but it was far from the end. The blaster was still firing, breaking the left leg of the second man.

Jill lunged at him, adding more power to his attack with his jump. He slammed his fist into the man's wound, pulling out a broken piece of bone, holding him down indifferently before plunging the bone into his throat.

The third man arrived a little late, and that gave Jill plenty of time.

He turned, and the battle dagger swept wildly through the air, nailing deep into the enemy's eye sockets. The cable behind his head danced more and more violently, causing the man to roar in a rage: "Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Blood sacrifice to the god of blood! ”

"Sacrifice your own death." Jill Berdwin said coldly, letting go of his right hand, clenching it into a fist, and slamming the short knife deep into his eye socket with one punch.

With that, he picked up his blaster and stepped into the darkness again.

The matter is far from over.

He must rush to the bridge to warn everyone that the honor earned by the war dogs has been completely tarnished, and what happened during this voyage must be completely annihilated, and their original bodies must not be affected by this incident.

Thinking of this, Jill Baldwin's face, which had previously seemed bloodless and tearless, suddenly flashed a wry smile mixed with blankness.

I haven't seen what you look like, Primordial. He thought. I'm sorry we didn't get to see her, but we have to die here.

The honor of the Twelfth Army must be preserved.

——

Burn.

Something is burning, burning for a long time.

Carlil walked slowly into the darkness, the terrible stench still lingering in his nostrils. For some reason, he wasn't surprised by this.

Surrounded by burning debris, the skies of Nukeria had completely faded as he descended the plains and stepped into the rolling hills shrouded in twisted metal.

Even if he looked up, he could only see a sweeping wave, the ocean that belonged to the subspace alone shone in the sky of Nukeria, and a million stars caved out in an instant, forming a terrifying vortex, and then dissipated in the next instant.

These pictures began to make Carlil rejoice in his previous decision, this is not a scene that normal people should see, only him. People can look directly.

He continued walking, filthy black mud churning beneath his feet, refusing to be trampled on, bubbles as if they had come to life, making eerie and terrible sounds.

Some of the remains of humanity remained among the ruins of burning earth and metal, glittering and shining with the flames, reflecting an eerie hue.

Carlil spent a few minutes observing them, and he found that at some point the things would return to normal - the twisted metal and burning darkness would fade, and the ruins of farmland, rivers and houses destroyed by the explosion would return.

But only for a moment, because something was pouring its power into it on the other side of the veil without limitation.

Crazy.

Carlile narrowed his eyes, and there was a cacophony in his ears, it was from the communication channel, most likely the second company commander or Robert Killiman calling him.

But he couldn't hear it clearly, this was no longer the world that normal people should be in, and normal technology couldn't do anything here.

He walked calmly, his pale face looming in the darkness, as if it were as natural as it should have been here. Sensing this, the darkness rejoiced.

A thick mist converged from the otherwise empty front, and an eerie silence descended in an instant. The mist lingered, exuding thoughts of submission, begging the power beneath the skin of Karil Lohars to appear and take them in the supreme glory.

The forces did not respond, and the only one who responded was Karil Lohals.

He frowned deeply, and raised his hand in disgust to grasp the mist, turning it into a mass of screaming and scattered spirits. A few screams rang out in the darkness, and some of the things that had come here with the help of the veil shook fled in fear after seeing this scene.

They are newborn monsters in the ocean of chaos, and they don't know who vengeance and hatred belong to now, like their older counterparts. Sadly, their presence has already been captured by Carlile.

Therefore, escaping became a luxury. After the meaningless short time passed, they were all killed completely. Carlil stood in the darkness with bloody hands, already having a rough guess about the current situation.

It was almost unacceptable to him—why was He so arrogant? Wouldn't the other monsters take advantage of this opportunity to attack Him? He knew that there was never harmony between them

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Carlil shook his hand calmly, snuffing off his thoughts again. He didn't have time for any of these things, he just kept going—the darkness still cheered, and the forces of chaos themselves didn't reject him.

As he walked, shards of light began to emerge in the darkness. Some of them have been completely obscured by darkness, and only a few are still shining. Carlil frowned, not understanding what it meant, until darkness itself passed a thought to him with chaotic reason.

"Welcome back." They said vaguely. "Help."

“.”

Carlil was silent for a moment, then reached out and chose one of the fragments. The next second, he suddenly disappeared in place.

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