The front is the gap.

Paulson climbed the section of the overpass with difficulty, and in the rubble pile behind him were a series of androids who had fled in disarray, as well as a dozen servants and special combat personnel brought by him.

He has done everything he can as a commander in the current circumstances. Rich battlefield experience could not restore the decline, but at least it kept the route of a calm retreat.

Guise was entangled by the three generals opposite, and he was almost incompetent.

Oluch dragged Harris on his way to escape from the plague beast.

Throughout the battlefield, they seemed to have been forgotten, and no one cared about them, except for groups of elite enemy soldiers.

Counting the soldiers and equipment, there were less than three hundred android soldiers and nearly twenty servants. This is a variable that can affect the current situation, Paulson is a commander first, and then a fighter, although the situation on the battlefield is changeable, and he is indeed stunned at first, of course, a large part of it is also about underestimating the enemy.

Lightly attack the enemy.

The taboo of the art of war, it is considered to be a good one, and it is all collected.

Fortunately, Paulson had sufficient experience on the spot, and in the face of the overwhelming blow of force and technology on the opposite side, he quickly integrated his personnel, quickly mobilized from the original straggler diffusion formation, and gathered together.

There is no heavy firepower on the other side, and fighting alone is no match for those perverted elite soldiers.

He gathered all the androids under his command and formed a two-stage array, the front row was a meat shield to block the target bullets that could not be resisted at all, and the back row was equipped with a large number of light and heavy machine guns, and the bullets were frantically poured out in a unit of time to solve the problems of the opposite agile skills and the poor reflexes and poor crosshairs of the androids.

It has to be said that this fundamental change in strategy has delayed the original rout.

They quickly gained a foothold.

The elite soldiers who came out of the rescue club have long gone beyond the category of being a "human" species in terms of physical strength and mobility, but they have not gone beyond the category of living beings, and bullets still pose a powerful threat to them. At one point, the casualty ratio between the two sides was 1.4 to 1 due to a change in strategy.

A very impressive record.

Paulsen led the team and set up a position on the gap. The surrounding abandoned concrete, steel frames, rubble and cracked roadbed became the best shelter.

Behind the overpass is a smooth road, as long as you hold this gap and support to Guise, Harris arrives to get out of this damn "pocket array", and the sky behind is high for birds to fly.

Guise had already moved closer to this side, and Oruch had Harris with him, which gave him no worries, and he believed in Major Oruqi's strength. The most important thing at the moment is to get out of the battlefield that the other side has preset.

Paulson's heart was beating hard, and after decades of fighting, he thought that his heart had long been numb, but he didn't expect that today he would find the throbbing feeling he had when he first entered the battlefield.

The shelling order has been issued, the coordinates have been locked, and now it is just a matter of waiting.

Let's do it—

A rough soldier ran past in a panic, he ran along the rocks towards his position, and as he passed around Paulson, he didn't know whether he was nervous or panicked, and accidentally hit him on the shoulder. The tactical board in Paulson's hand unfortunately fell and slid down the downhill gravel runway, a full twenty meters away.

He frowned, about to shout a shout.

At the location of the landing point of the tactical panel, a fireball rises.

In the next few minutes, hundreds of shells fell densely around the overpass, and the makeshift firing points and bunkers exploded to pieces in an instant.

Paulson stood trembling as he stood under the barrage of artillery bombardment, his eyes full of disbelief, if it hadn't been for the desperate efforts of the guards to knock him to the ground and crush him underneath, the scorching shrapnel that swept over him would have broken him to pieces.

Smoke rises, flames are blazing, and the surroundings are scorched and black.

The team of more than 300 people, under a round of shelling, only a few people survived.

They couldn't figure out why the shells fired by their own ships would fall on their heads.

The counteroffensive on the opposite side began, and the rest of the men were pale, desperate, and helpless, the most pessimistic battle ever fought, and many even dropped their guns, and the shelling destroyed what was left of their psychological defenses.

It's all over, it's all over!

Paulson sat down in the rubble, his face long gone.

"Don't ——, you're crazy!!"

Hysterical cries came from afar, the voice of Oruchi's grief and indignation, and the sound of countless fallen figures and empty areas was heard.

"Leave me alone, you go, you all go, otherwise no one will be able to leave!" Harris suddenly broke free from Oruqi's control, and under the control of his mind, the originally silent black sand fluttered again, condensed into strangely shaped arrows in mid-air, and shot towards the hordes of "plague beasts" in front of him along the external trajectory unit.

In just one round of shooting, a large area of "plague beasts" was shot, and the originally congested road section was emptied.

"Ahhhhh!!!h

Harris clutched his head and screamed heartbreakingly, a great pain that spread like a tidal wave, a pain that could not be suppressed by his will. But also because of his recklessness, Oruch and the two of them swept away a way forward.

Harris's eyes were red, his nails were driven deep into his flesh, he kept scratching his face, and the blood marks were snaking straight down, hideous and bloody, and he still had the demeanor of a handsome man, and he was a crazy madman.

The opportunity was fleeting, seeing the "plague beasts" around him spread again, Oruqi reached out to grab Harris, not noticing, the black sand did not care about the other party's attack, as soon as the two touched, bang, Oruqi's left hand was blurred.

The other party is out of control. His abilities are out of control, too. Completely oblivious to friend and foe, he began to attack any creature that came near him with impunity.

Oruqi gritted his teeth, suddenly exerted his strength, broke through the black sand shield in one fell swoop, grabbed Harris's arms and picked him up, and left, because the force was uncontrollable, and even broke one of Harris's arms, but at the moment he couldn't take care of these details.

He ran madly towards Guise, who did everything he could, and came towards them like crazy.

The "plague beasts" are no longer able to make them cast rat traps.

"Take him away, take him away!!" Oruqi roared, his momentum soaring, and waves of earthy yellow fluctuations simmered in the space.

At this moment, Keith already understood Oruqi's belief in death, and he used his strength to urge the energy contained in his body, and he could no longer scruple about it. Open and close without reservation.

Griffin and Shadow themselves are injured, just waiting for an opportunity to wander and play down, and Wally's main output has always been in charge.

Now that Oruch is getting closer, Warley can't bear it anymore, because no one knows if Griffin will betray himself like he betrayed Skaya. The relationship between the members of the Wasteland Beast is based on interests, and distrust is a common problem.

Where did Griffin not know the other party's little ninety-nine.

"Withdraw! After eating so many curses, it is difficult not to die. Griffin was the first to speak, and several people nodded in agreement.

Gith, who was no longer hindered, took three steps and two steps, and a few spatial jumps came to Oluqi's side, looking at Harris, who was covered in blood, crazy, and chattering in front of him, and Giss was silent.

"Let's go," Major Oruch patted him on the shoulder, "and we'll leave." ”

Keith nodded, Harris became like this, [Beacon] could not be used, so he could only walk back on foot, fortunately, the opposite side gave up the pursuit, it seems that all kinds of things, precise layout, are all for Harris, as soon as he fell, in order to avoid expanding casualties, they began to choose to retreat.

The elite fighters of the Rescue Society also slowly retreated.

A strange tacit understanding was revealed on the battlefield.

The dominant side is slowly retreating, and the weaker side is also retreating, and the battlefield, which was originally raining bullets and artillery fire, calmed down in an instant.

The battle has come to this point, and it's almost over.

Now all that needs to be guarded out is the artillery coverage of the Traxton-class cruisers.

They discarded all the components on their bodies that could mark the signal, and in an area of more than ten kilometers deep, it was impossible to hit a group of superpowers, but the element of luck definitely needed to occupy most of them.

Paulson led the rest of the men towards them to rendezvous, and Oruch dragged a frenzied Harris and Keith towards them.

The battle, which lasted two days and one night, should have come to an end. But as a meteor pierced the sky and smashed a three-story building, the entire battlefield situation suddenly became strange.

Wally was deeply embedded in the cement slab, the scarlet blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, breaking the beams and load-bearing walls, and the already crumbling building began to tilt.

The Wally trio originally retreated, but they ran into an uninvited guest on the way.

Wally made a move, and then his whole body was knocked away by the opponent, and he swept several kilometers, and he smashed a small bungalow.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

A giant dog-like creature wrapped in black flames rose from an unknown corner.

- Black Dog!??

It seems to be Cerberus from Hades, with a huge body, teeth and dancing eyes, except that he does not have three heads, and he is the image of a hellhound. Black flames swirled around it, seeping and spreading around.

There seemed to be a line of fire, burning in all directions.

Griffin sealed with one hand, and with one palm, a green seed grew at the sight of the wind, turning into a pale blue dragon, the body of this dragon was intertwined with countless vines, purple flames opened in the flower bones, and everything that was rubbed along the way, whether it was a creature or a building, emitted a scorching white smoke.

The cyan dragon rose from the ground and wound upward, like a forest giant snake, coiling and strangling its prey, but the other party did not move at all, and its huge size could not allow it to react quickly, and it was entangled.

The imaginary strangulation didn't happen, and as soon as the cyan dragon got closer, something seemed to be sucking. The vines around him were broken inch by inch, countless purple flower bones withered and weathered, and the huge dragon, in just a few breaths, disappeared and turned into powder.

Griffin was horrified.

The opposite side raised his hand, flicked his fingers, and a small cluster of flames shot rapidly.

The shadow shoved Griffin away, pushing him away as the muscles in his chest expanded in all directions, revealing a hole the size of a football, which was aimed squarely at the oncoming flames.

However, he overestimated himself too much and underestimated his opponent too much.

The flames turned into a line of fire in mid-air, stretched out, and swept away.

Separation from top to bottom.

The shadow emitted an eerie howling sound that was not like a human scream, and it was heartbreaking. The black flames stained his incision and burned in all directions, spreading so fast that they had spread to his chest in the blink of an eye.

There is no burnt stench, no burning pain, instead there is tearing and chewing on the mental level. It was as if something had pulled out the whole soul of the shadow, chewing and grinding it with a mouth full of fine sharp teeth. The pain is overwhelming.

At the critical moment, Griffin, who reacted, waved his arm, and a vine sprang out from his fingertips, and the vine was like a sharp knife, cutting the entire shadow along the upper edge of the black fire.

The wreckage fell under the flames.

The shadow was only left with his head and two shoulders, his face was hideous, and he wanted to hold his head in his hands and scream miserably, but he had no hands anymore, so he could only keep shaking his head and shaking his head, and his eyes were wide with anger.

"Let's go," Griffin tore off his robe, wrapping himself around the shadow's body, not knowing if he panicked, and crashed headlong into the group of Guise's gang who were retreating from behind him.

The two groups of people and horses intertwined in mid-air, their eyes full of surprise and fierceness.

Griffin was sweating profusely and secretly gathering momentum, but the other party did not attack. There was solemnity and jealousy in his eyes.

Of course, this fear is not for Griffin, but for the monsters that follow behind.

At this time, it is no longer necessary to care about friends and foes, and in the face of a greater crisis, everyone can only be unanimous with the outside world.

The first to fire was Paulson, his black coffin showed the form of a cannon, and the four-section external guard device slowly moved under the rotation of the machine, revealing the black cannon body inside, and the electromagnetic coils on both sides began to heat and glow, and the high-frequency oscillator rotated like crazy.

Paulson stabbed a dose of energy potion in his neck, and the surging energy was converted into pulses and filled into the equipment before it could be collected and absorbed by the nanomachines.

A little red glow intensified.

The monster jumped high and landed on the roof of an abandoned house thirty meters in front of it, black flames descending along the beams, and everything in its path was ignited, but the burning was not a physical phenomenon of pure energy conversion, more like the kind of annihilation described in literature.

There is no residue, after being burned by the flames, as if it disappeared out of thin air, there is not even a process of burning, there is no building, the beams are deformed and charred by the flames.

At such a close distance, there was no consideration or risk of missing the shot, and the plasma pulse flashed, and the pencil-thick pillar of light directly pierced through the huge monster that was on fire.

Pierced!? Hit hard!?

Theoretically, no living creature dares to face this energy weapon, its internal temperature is as high as 3,000 degrees Celsius, and it is believed that no species can withstand this heat, not even the gods.

Due to the angle problem, everyone couldn't see the situation behind each other, only to see the scorching red beam of light breaking through the black flame in front of the other party and slamming into the chest, because of the distortion, fluctuation, and mist of the air around them. I only know that I hit it, and I can't see the specific extent of the opponent's injury for a while.

It wasn't until the beam gradually dissipated that it was found unharmed.

It's grinning.

Although the air is always wrinkling, along with the whole space is twisting, flickering and flickering. All the scenery is crooked, but the other party obviously has no fluctuating expression, and even can't see the face clearly, the feeling that the other party is laughing is rising in everyone's hearts, which is absurd and ridiculous.

It raised its hand, its fingertips pointing at Paulson.

As if stepping into a boiling molten slurry, Paulson began to melt from top to bottom, turning into a puddle of hot liquid, and the black coffin in his hand was not spared, whether it was a protective suit made of fiber, steel, flesh, and bones, all melted into a puddle of hot liquid.

The fear of limits is creeping in.

Everyone was so frightened that they couldn't stop shaking, and they even forgot to run away. Like tourists who are targeted by a tiger, the fear of the limit makes them forget to run, because their brains are down.