Chapter 471
In the long and narrow streets, painful servants build a river of flesh and blood, rolling in, trying to crush the world with evil iron horses.
Bullets are pouring out.
The guns shook the sky.
In the extremely dark night, the iron curtain is intertwined like a burning night and flowing fire.
Mengxi Imperial Capital at night.
In this brief moment, it turns into a pure meat grinder.
A war without mercy, every second is eulogizing death.
"Platoon is long! The left side is down! We--"
The youth's slightly immature voice stopped abruptly.
A huge body, like a painful slave built of swollen corpses, descends from the sky, a huge mouthpart with foul-smelling saliva, swallows the soldier in one bite, and makes a terrifying sound that is sour and broken. .
See this scene.
The soldiers stationed at this intersection looked shocked.
The old-fashioned bolt-action rifle blasted out bullets with difficulty, but to no avail.
The sound of dense footsteps approached quickly.
The soldiers had no time to escape, and even the screams of death and the unwilling cry for help were instantly drowned in the torrent of blood and blood.
The headquarters of the hunting group.
Rody Singh’s secretive complexion is pale, cold sweat is constantly flowing, and his trembling hands hold the information he has just compiled, standing in the office of the general headquarters, announcing the latest bad situation.
"...The number of suffering slaves far exceeds our expectations! Your Excellency, it is time to decide whether to withdraw from Imperial Capital as a whole!
Go on like this, we It may not last dawn..."
Reality is never an exciting slogan.
The high-end battle strength of Dark World has not yet appeared, but Ruhai’s painful servants are already hard to resist.
Rody slammed a punch on the desk and said angrily, "Where is Rolando? Didn't he stay at Imperial Capital to help defend?
It's been three days now. If you are not ready to do it, do you have to wait until the Imperial Capital falls and everyone is dead before you are willing to help us?"
The Secretary raised his arm to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead and explained, "Your Excellency Rolando has been stationed. Outside the Imperial Palace, I made a special question about this matter.
Your Excellency Rolando replied that it is not yet time for him to do it.
But according to my personal analysis And judgment.
That adult...seems to avoid something deliberately, so..."
"I said earlier that Hardy · Bettany should not be returned There are those who have a powerful combat capability who are transferred to help defend other cities, and now Imperial Capital is defensively empty. Lord Rolando is...fuck!"
Rody is no longer talking nonsense.
Pick up the coat on the hanger, eyes wide staring angrily, and said to the secret, "Bring all my equipment here, if you can’t hold it tonight.
Don’t everyone Alive!"
The big secret face changed and hurriedly stopped saying, "Master Roddy! You can't go out! If there is no one in the command center, the front line..."
Finished.
Rody interrupted his voice impatiently and said angrily, "Don't fucking talk nonsense with me! After I leave, the command here will be handed over to the board of directors' office, and you will be responsible."
After speaking, Meteor strode out of the office.
The basement.
The seizure room of the trial court.
Amelia both hands crossed near chest, constantly pacing in place.
The haggard face and messy hair show that her recent days have not been easy.
I looked up and looked through the narrow window that was only twenty centimeters above the ground. Anxiety and irritability, as well as the constant gunfire, made her restless.
This time.
A scent suddenly drifted into her nose.
Amelia turned her head, but saw a woman with long white hair who had a relationship with her, standing behind her.
"Are you...Miss Hayley Jonny? Cole mentioned it to me."
Hayley walked past her to the door, prying open the locked door of the impoundment room, Said, “The demon-hunter support drawn by the Third Step Corps and Golden Port will not be available until tomorrow morning due to railway problems.
Anyway, the Imperial Capital can’t keep it tonight, and now this place is no worse. People go to the building. If you die here, Cole will kill those idiots in the trial court when he comes back.
Follow me, I will take you to a safe place."
Amelia froze for a moment and hurriedly asked, "Didn’t they say that Cole is dead? How do you know..."
Demoness pulled her arm up and hid in the corner Avoid patrols...or the evacuation internal service.
Mysterious smiled and explained, "I also know that that guy is not far from us, you will understand later."
On the other side.
It seems that Dark World has decided to at all costs tonight and capture Mengxi Imperial Capital.
A defensive circle constructed by soldiers and demon-hunter.
Continuously compress to the city center.
The fleeing citizens ran into the streets with military vehicles supporting them everywhere.
Maybe a block has been completely occupied.
Go straight to the Imperial Palace, and on the Third Avenue past the headquarters of the Demon Hunter Group, traces of suffering slaves began to appear.
Rodi, who rushed to leave the Demon Hunter's building, was the first one to have a knife on them, leading a bunch of people, and killing them far away.
Five minutes later.
Once the balance of war tilts.
Fleeing and killing are like a rushing torrent, rolling forward that no one can stop.
Hundreds of thousands of civilians and soldiers.
Dead on the way to escape the Imperial Capital Center, the last line of defense.
Under the chaotic situation.
There are corpses everywhere along the street, broken walls and burning ruins, and thick smoke straight up to Heavenspan.
The wounded and the scattered child cried for help, but they were like humble ants in the monstrous wave, no one answered, and eventually died in the swarming evil surge.
People go to the empty Imperial Palace.
Rolando stood alone in front of the window.
He held a pure gold pocket watch tightly in his hand.
The hazy and indifferent pupils reflect the city immersed in burning and death, indifferent.
Imperial Capital's last two kilometers of defense in the city center.
Rody Singh, the demon-hunter who was once famous for hunting werewolves, joined the battlefield at the moment he burst out with a powerful combat capability that shocked the hearts of all the soldiers stationed there.
The huge, metallic illusory shadow constructed by Sequence Secret Art towers behind his strong body.
Every action.
All suffering slaves died under the power of pure sequence secret arts.
But one's power is destined to be limited.
Over time.
The defensive line is constantly compressed backwards.
On the long and narrow streets.
At a glance, the painful servant army that can't see the end has brought tremendous psychological pressure to the soldiers and demon-hunter, so that they can only roar and pull the trigger, wave their weapons, and vent their final despair and resistance.
It is also at this time.
A silhouette bathed in Hell Raging Flames flashed at high speed among the tall buildings of Imperial Capital, and suddenly appeared in the sight of everyone.
Abruptly.
Incompatible with the gloom and silence of the night.
Until.
That silhouette, wrapped in an incomparable spirit, descended from the sky, provoking a wave of assault, and descended on the last line of defense on Third Avenue.
in this brief moment.
The sights of all the soldiers and demon-hunter gathered on him.
Even Roddy Singh’s eyes were filled with shock and disbelief, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Cole ——?!"