Both Roland and the Legion were in shock.

From the front of the legion to this core area, the shortest straight-line distance is also more than two kilometers, and this is not counting the air circle, otherwise it will easily exceed a hundred kilometers.

How did a human being, single-handedly, get here? How did such a completely irrational thing come about? What are the periphery forces doing?

The answer is surprisingly simple.

Behind the one-armed man, the wreckage of various types of "legions" was spread on the ground, and the previously invincible and ostentatious "legions" seemed to have been struck by huge fists or hammers, and the shells that were enough to resist the guns were all smashed and shattered, weathering and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only the red core. Pall red crystals paved the way to Roland.

- This kind of unreasonable thing.

- Someone can do it.

- Although the number is scarce, there are people who can do it.

- Miracle User.

In an intelligence network, invisible to the naked eye and inaudible to the ear, the "Legion" exchanges intelligence information at high speed, and then switches tactical copies.

- Contingency plan B12 activated.

——All units on site will be downloaded and copied by the No. 16 data link.

-- The download of each unit has been completed.

- Immediately make it a top priority to defeat the new enemy forces.

- Task initiation.

In less than a thousandth of a second, the "legion" has regrouped and is about to eliminate the newly added targets with a overwhelming offensive.

Aiming and locking in one go, in order to be safe, they also deliberately pinned down the front and right sides of the target, concentrated on the left side of the lost arm, and under the salvo of all-round crossfire, the target will be beaten into a pile of meat in a hurry.

They move very fast.

But after all, it was still too slow.

The earth trembled.

"Ahh!!!hh

The one-armed man roared and stomped on the ground, centered on his left foot, and the cobweb-like cracks quickly spread in all directions. The "legion", which had already grasped the ground deeply and was ready to launch an artillery bombardment, shook violently with the invisible waves that stirred the earth, and the lightweight models could barely stand, and the heavyweights, such as the combat models and heavy combat models, fell to the ground on the spot - the multi-legged design that could ensure the firing of artillery in any terrain in order to increase the grounding pressure made them helpless in the face of sudden earthquakes (another disadvantage of multi-legged walking, the center of gravity is too high, and the stability in the face of bumps and strong earthquakes is insufficient).

Although only for a brief moment, the movements of the "legion" froze.

This fleeting moment became an absolutely fatal flaw.

The man roared, swinging his fist full of strength.

- It's still a long way off.

As soon as this idea came to him, he took the lead, aiming at the man's neck and wielding a high-frequency blade of high-mobility stealth special warfare type to smash it.

The fluid metal armor that unloads the impact of bullets and scatters beams is blown away in an instant, and the lightweight frame exposed to the shock storm lasts for 0.01 seconds before falling apart, and the shattered dust drifts away with the wind.

The fist style that turned into a huge iron fist was not satisfied, and it ravaged and smashed many lightweight "legions" all the way before smashing heavily on a heavy combat model. The thick arthrops of the eight piledrivers dug deep into the rock formation, and the frontal protective layer equivalent to 450mm of homogeneous armor received the blow solidly.

The proud armor of the heavy combat vehicle was dented, shattered, and crushed, and finally the built-in ammunition was detonated, and the dinosaur-like giant body was completely shattered with a roar, and countless fragments were carried into the distance by the wind along with flames and smoke.

Even the heavy-duty models that boasted of their protective capabilities fell into this situation, and the rest of the models were even more insignificant.

The storm of destruction stretched into the distance, and a great avenue appeared in the land that had been filled with an army of the undead.

Under the fiery sunset, the bright red avenue is like a field of flowers full of blood-red flowers, and above the blood-colored field, the smoke stretching towards the end of the sky, the wreckage of the "legion" gradually crumbling and dissipating, and the strange and terrifying shadows depict the final moment of the killing machine.

As if immersed in the aftermath of great destructive power, or indulging in the strange and poignant images in front of them, the "legion" of the never-ending search for prey stopped its activities for the first time, and countless red lights flickered non-stop.

Everything fell silent. It seems that except for the evening breeze of the call sign and the scarlet light that spills from the end of the horizon, the whole world has no chance of life.

At this time, the dead inorganic lifeforms have withered away, leaving only countless red cores, bathed in the light of the sunset, like flowers stretching to the horizon, so beautiful that people are crazy.

The man walked straight through the field of bright red flowers filled with the smell of death, and stopped in front of Roland.

It was only then that Roland could see the face as resolute and steady as a rock.

Alexander...... Fr. Hans Christian Andersen......"

The lungs that were about to burn were hard to squeeze out words that were almost out of tune.

Holding the strange powers of the patron saint St. Gidoho, he can be called the most devout hound of the Church, why did Father Hans Christian Andersen, one of the strongest warriors in Iscarho, appear here?

"Can you still move?"

The granite-like one-armed priest asked.

"Reluctantly. ”

A moment of rest has somewhat regained some physical strength, and if it is simple to move, it can barely hold on to walking for a while.

Whether it's counterattacking or dodging, there's no way to do it.

The priest nodded, pointing behind him.

"Then leave with all your might, the person who answered you is already on his way. ”

“......”

As if hearing some fantasy, Roland's eyes widened.

The church is not a friendly army, but a potential enemy with a common enemy.

Even if they were supposed to help, they weren't obligated to do so. Putting oneself in danger for the sake of what they see as "heretics" on the basis of humanitarianism and reasonableness is nothing like the Church can do. Stabbing in the back and betraying heretics to infidels for execution is more in line with their usual practice.

Perhaps seeing through Roland's doubts, his resolute face revealed a wry smile mixed with self-deprecation, followed by a roaring roar that resounded across the battlefield.

"Get out of here! It's useless for people who can't fight to stay here! Do you want to continue to get in the way and be embarrassed?"

Unceremonious scolding and saliva poured down on his head, and before Roland could come to his senses, the priest's only remaining right hand clasped three key blades and put on a posture to meet the enemy.

"They're coming. ”

“......!!”

In the whimpering evening breeze, the sound of footsteps came from behind, and the characteristic tone of multi-legged walking, driven by high-pressure oxygen, came along the ground.

There is no need to look back, Roland also knows that the "legion" has been reorganized, and in order to completely crush the two small stones that hinder the march, the army of the undead has begun to move again.

It is foreseeable that in the half minute of the conversation just now, all the surrounding "legions" have been mobilized.

The blood-colored sky covered with sunset was covered by a swarm of drones, and in the night sky shimmering with red starlight, a huge formation led by bombing and ground attack types was turning around and entering the attack route. On the ground, a large number of high-mobility stealthy special combat types unfolded optical camouflage to hide their figures, reconnaissance types seized the commanding heights and began to upload observation data, and melee types formed defensive formations to closely protect combat vehicles and heavy combat models. The Ray and Heavy Ray types begin to download location data, and through the refraction of the air units, they will rain destruction on the target after not being able to speak.

In addition to that-

- Mom.

A miserable "voice" burrowed into the heads of Hans Christian Andersen and Roland like bugs.

Not only them, but all the miracle users, as well as those who confronted the "legion" in close proximity, heard, or felt, the "voice" overflowing with despair and fascination, like a dying wail.

In the next second, the wail turned into a tide, indiscriminately hitting everyone on the scene.

- It's hot! It's hot! It's hot!

- Help me!

- Don't leave me.

- I want to ...... Go home.

- I don't want to die! I don't want to die!

Countless wails and sighs turned into invisible waves, rolling across the Rhine battlefield. Listen to the tormented and never-ending howls of the undead in the deepest parts of hell, and even veterans who have been on the battlefield for many years and are accustomed to death and cruelty shudder.

From this moment on, life was completely trampled and insulted, and even death could not escape desecration.

From this moment on, the name "Legion" finally deserved its name.