Foreword:
Rich people spoil their dogs and poor people spoil their children.
[Part①·Inner Demons]
The battle in the Krum area went smoother than expected.
Hasband took over the command of the Snow Owl Militia. The job of these community security guards was to cooperate with the gang to blackmail ordinary citizens with force. Now they have to fight side by side and still retain good combat effectiveness.
Fighting all the way from the underground shelter to the street, the machine gun squad immediately boarded the military vehicle, opened up the situation under the cover of the infantry, and shot the apostle monsters on the street one by one.
No need to discern their form - transformed from beasts or psykers? None of this matters, the point is that the M2 heavy machine gun they use can kill most carbon-based organisms on the earth.
A machine gun bullet with a caliber of 12.7 mm can emit 14,000 joules of kinetic energy. Maybe the data cannot intuitively feel its power.
If we use the full charge of the ancient knights and the thrust of the lance as a warhead, then this attack is equivalent to four thousand joules of kinetic energy. The lance can penetrate the wooden shield and break any slatted armor except the frog-shaped helmet. . This is the golden age of knights. The powerful attack power bursts out when fully armed for knights' competition.
But it is far inferior to an M2 machine gun bullet. This is the gap between the industrial era and the agricultural era of mankind.
Hot bullets are fired from the 34-kilogram machine gun. It only takes three people to operate this delicate and deadly firearm at the same time to defeat enemies weighing between 400 pounds and 1,700 pounds. The fleshy monstrosity shattered into pieces.
The freaks who poured out of the zoo fell like wheat when they encountered this magical sword that created the world in the industrial era. They attack from the streets and alleys, hear the crackling bullets, rush to die, and have the hot iron flow penetrate their bodies.
At the tail of the team, a hairless monster like a rhinoceros sprinted forward. It climbed up the ramp, panting. It was more than three meters tall and weighed more than four tons. Its head was also covered with A thick layer of bone armor.
This kind of mythical unit was something that Homo sapiens could not confront head-on for two hundred years. No matter how brave the warrior was, it was difficult to get an advantage from the apostles. Even Morpho with soul power has to find ways to outwit and use elements such as terrain, firearms, explosives, etc. to win.
Today, as soon as it started charging, a faint green tracer bullet marked its location. Then three machine guns followed the command and turned around to fire. More than fifty rounds of bullets were thrown out, and the rhino monster's hard head shell was smashed to pieces. , with dozens of bloody holes piercing it from beginning to end.
There is no scene like the zombie monsters in the movie that are not afraid of bullets - the essence of these small toys assembled by the Incarnate Butterfly is composed of carbohydrates and proteins, unless the Incarnate Butterfly gives them a flesh-and-blood torment on the spot. Only by ascension of psychic energy and turning them into steel monsters can they withstand the direct fire of M2.
It's only possible, because Laoganma is a weapon used to shoot tanks and masturbate airplanes.
The only thing that needs attention is the mental damage.
After coming to the city from the underground garage, Hasben had already experienced symptoms of tinnitus twice. There were butterfly-shaped patches of color in his eyes with unknown meaning, much like floaters.
The same goes for the brothers in the surrounding combat squads. Every few minutes, someone will wail sadly, fall into convulsions, and then cheer up with the encouragement of the squad leader.
In this kind of spiritual disaster environment, the stress response of psychics will be even greater. Hasben has been hiding in the radar car. He can feel that the skin on the front and back of the chest and around the center of the spine is beginning to itch. He switches his mobile phone to When I used the mirror mode to take pictures of the skin under my neck, I saw that the area from the Adam's apple down was red.
That was the Vita brand that was born under abnormal circumstances.
He felt a dull pain in his chest, and the strong dizziness made everything begin to "melt". The vehicles and streets he saw in his eyes also became "mellow", they were slowly squirming and deforming, and they were shaking with the sound of gunshots. .
"Boy, it's time for you to take medicine." Little Canaan reminded the host: "If you continue like this, you will go crazy."
This is the most serious mental injury Hasben has suffered since he started working as a soldier. He has not yet met the butterfly incarnation head-on, and his body is about to betray him.
"No, I have two liters of panacea in my backpack, but I can't use it here. I can't drink the medicine in front of the soldiers until the source of the pollution is completely eliminated."
Hasban rejected Canaan's proposal outright.
He patrols the streets repeatedly, and if a team member is feeling down, he has to boost morale.
"These soldiers are scared too, Canaan."
He quickly walked towards the source of the screams, and immediately pulled up a soldier next to the sand and stone blast wall. He opened the soldier's eyelids to listen to the heart rate check status, and then immediately poured all the energy into the wounded man with craniocerebral damage. medicine.
The wounded soldier regained his consciousness in an instant and immediately became stronger and braver. Seeing the commander personally coming to the group to treat the wounded, the other gang members and soldiers cheered up and burst into enthusiastic war cries.
"If I leave the battlefield, even for just ten seconds, I can't guarantee whether these soldiers will mutiny. If I drink medicine in front of them - they will also doubt whether I am reliable as a leader. To morale The impact is unpredictable and I cannot accept it.”
Hasband's eyes were foggy and blurred.
Hearing the sound of flapping wings in mid-air, Hasben knew that it was the arrival of a butterfly!
He did not raise his head to look, but followed the direction of the spiritual disaster indicator and the reminder of inspiration, and issued shooting instructions round by round with the rest of the team.
Patrolling through the low-rise buildings, the transformed butterfly flapped its four wings and happened to pass by the two residential areas from Sixth Street to Seventh Street in Broome - it flew a little lower, only eighty meters above the ground. Come on.
A fierce rain of bullets erupted from the 400-meter-long street from the middle to the end of the building area!
It was beaten all over and there was no good piece of meat left on it! The firing angle of the first squad was not enough, and the firepower was about to end. The second squad followed immediately, fearing that this monster would not be killed completely!
It was held up by the hot metal jet and could not fall to the ground at all. Every bullet in the back delayed its fall to the ground. Three seconds passed, and its broken body fell into the position like a meteor shower. , threw himself at the outer wall of the building in the neighborhood, and disappeared from this world, leaving only a bloody mural.
"Well done!" Haspen Madison roared, "Well done! Well done!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the beachfront street.
9527 has rushed outside the base of the Eureka Armory. Through the armored vehicle channel of the Snow Owl Militia, she shouted to the defense personnel in the base.
"The Archon is requesting support! Requesting fire support! Now the volcanic city of Eureka is suffering from a spiritual disaster. I."
There was playful banter coming from the armory channel.
The telephone operator in charge of the call answered immediately.
"You bitch, how dare you pretend to be a militia? Women from Eureka Volcano City are not qualified to join the army!"
9527's expression changed, and he suddenly lost his temper.
She first switched to Cantonese to express a Cantonese charm, and then switched to English to discuss the matter in a good voice.
"Don't worry about who I am. Now the Archon wants you to deal with the monsters with heavy firepower. Just say whether you want to go or not?"
The guard at the checkpoint picked up his gun and drew a heart with bullet holes next to the military vehicle, taking this rude and romantic confession as an answer.
9527 rolled his eyes, grabbed the walkie-talkie and cursed: "You won't eat the soft ones, will you? Wait for me!"
The entire armory is guarded by more than a hundred soldiers——
——Including the base’s reservists, administrative staff, etc., there are nearly 400 people.
They never want to get involved in the spiritual disaster caused by the Butterfly. The Armory is the city with the highest defense level in Eureka. As long as they can survive this spiritual disaster, such a rich city will become a dead city. Soldiers with weapons will become the new owners of this unclaimed land. These bandit soldiers will not help the consul, they are just worms who adapt to the wind.
Hasband's worries are not groundless. Without a commander with strong willpower to come to the front line, Crazy Butterfly's gang and militiamen will not have much combat effectiveness at all. They are better at dealing with the weak than challenging the strong.
As long as Hasband relaxes for just a moment, the troops fighting in the Broome area will collapse in morale under the tremendous mental pressure and flee.
Xiaoqi was also a person of few words. She drove to the blind spot of the machine gun post, picked up the Milky Way gifted by her lover, and hit it one by one according to the shooting positions of the post. She turned off all the bright lights, and the searchlight was large. As soon as the light came on, the VSS warhead was blown to pieces.
The surveillance camera on the outer wall turned into a pile of shredded engineering plastics, and then she started running. The distance of more than two hundred meters was just an appetizer for physical training for the anonymous warrior.
She climbed up the slope along the cliff, quietly crossed the protective wall, and found the heavy firepower warehouse on the tactical map drawn by Xueming's early steps - she did not hesitate to mention that Yinhe had killed the warehouse administrator, and killed the warehouse administrator. Four patrols dropped.
Just listen to the screams of seagulls coming from the room, echoing the waterbirds on the beach.
Just two minutes later, a pickup truck carrying rocket fuses and various warheads rushed out of the checkpoint and smashed into the railings. Only then did the armory's siren react belatedly, watching the pickup truck rush to the front line.
The sergeant at the armory quickly rushed into the warehouse to check the losses, his face full of disbelief——
——An enemy was doing zero-dollar shopping in the base in front of them. and
Didn’t wait for this [and] finished thinking about it.
The official responsible for checking the number of equipment took two steps into the dark warehouse, felt a cold on his calf, and broke two trip wires.
One of the wires tore off the wooden box on the first floor and opened the safety of more than 40 RDX explosives. The other wire pulled off the bottle cap of the Molotov cocktail on the second floor and removed the cheap and easy-to-use incendiary bombs. The burning material poured downwards.
Xiaoqi drove to the seaside road and rushed back to the city like flying. She heard the fireworks behind her and took out her sunglasses from the storage compartment of the vehicle at the right time. She opened the gold-printed helmet with the sun god Apollo on it and gave it to her with a smile. She put on her sunglasses - she knew that BOSS liked to see this.
[Part②·Bone and flesh crack]
Looking beyond the seaside road, we can see that there are many shops hosting cultural and artistic activities on the beach. In the park full of landscape trees and artificial flower beds, our gunsmith, who is as strong as steel, stands there, motionless.
Xueming's Morpho clothes were covered in blood. After many consecutive battles, he still maintained his best condition. He captured three decoy targets——
——There are a pair of twin brothers and the owner of a fortune-telling shop. These three people are considered to be prominent psykers in the entertainment city.
Because the Incarnate Butterfly likes the characteristics of psychics, Xueming tied them up and threw them in front of the beach to attract the Incarnate Butterfly.
These three unlucky ghosts were standing on three chairs, with their backs leaning against each other, and cloth stuffed in their mouths. They all looked like they were in pain with tears streaming down their faces. In order to prevent them from being harmed by spiritual disasters and erupting with the Vita Brand, Xueming had already masked them. On the eyes.
Many corpses of apostles fell on the beach. They were all monsters made by combining waterfowl and human bones. Judging from the wounds, they were all killed by a single shot.
The goddess of hunting is a precise and deadly weapon in the hands of a gunsmith. He does not have Belloberg and does not have heavy firepower. He can only watch the fleshy spherical angel flying slowly in the sky five hundred meters away. An incarnate butterfly that covets the flesh and blood of psychics is much bolder - it is hovering about one hundred and twenty meters away. As long as the gunsmith turns the muzzle, this cunning incarnate butterfly will immediately change direction and climb up. A waste of gunsmith's bullets.
So Xueming was not in a hurry to deal with these two targets, and was leisurely fishing on the beach to deal with the apostle monsters that came to the door.
At this moment, at this moment, three apostles rushed out from the street, aiming directly at the psyker beside the gunsmith——
——At this moment, Xueming felt an evil thought, and a bone-chilling murderous intention locked them firmly.
Incarnation Butterfly wants to take this opportunity to break through the gunsmith's defense.
The three monsters made of flesh and blood are not as clumsy and huge as the apostle hounds. They seem to be just to draw the gun line and attract the gunsmith's firepower. They sprint in two directions, southwest and northeast, with a shape like a cheetah. All four legs were running in the soft sand.
The wide webbed toes dug out dimples, and the flying sand stirred up smoke and dust.
The two pitiful psychic brothers immediately screamed: "Help!!!! I don't want to die! Hero!"
The owner of the fortune telling shop was cursing: "Let me go! I can help you at least!"
Xueming took out his combat knife, unhurriedly opened his gloves, and cut off the fingers of his left hand one by one.
The violent change in spiritual pressure caused the incarnation butterfly in mid-air to lose its mind——
——Seeing such delicious essence falling into the flower bed, it couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to end the battle in one turn.
Pricking a circular needle into his neck, the panacea restored the finger, and the gunsmith's soul power also regained part of his chirality.
At this moment, Xueming abandoned his spear and drew out his jingguang to face the enemy.
As the muzzle flash erupted with bursts of gunshots that sounded like thunder, fist-sized holes appeared on the body of the cheetah-like apostle unit, which were all hit at the muscle connection between the two forelimbs and the neck - like a gunsmith's repeated experiments , the weaknesses obtained by repeatedly beating the bodies of other apostle units will be written into the data in the Great Crack of All Things in the future.
These flesh and blood monsters rolled and fell to the ground, their hind legs still paddling strongly, trying to crawl forward with their remaining bodies.
The seraph in mid-air suddenly swooped down, spreading its powerful arms to embrace Xueming and love her deeply——
——With no time to reload, Xueming abandoned the short gun and dodged with an eye in the back of his head.
He moved out two or three places like a ghost, and heard the wine rack in the small shop building being smashed to pieces by the Incarnate Butterfly. It was like the duel between a bullfighter and a bull was coming to an end, and the Incarnate Butterfly failed in its attack, and immediately stirred it up with its wings and limbs. Broken wooden boards, grasping the center of gravity and flying towards Xueming's direction.
The Iron Knight's rapier was unsheathed and thrust straight! The transformed butterfly was fast and steady, as if it had retained some of its human sanity. It grasped the blade of the sword and held it tightly in its hands with the combined strength of its two arms.
In this confrontation of pure power, only a second or two passed before smiles emanated from the hundreds of evil eyes that transformed into butterflies, and ecstatic ridicule was heard from the mouthpieces in the palms of both arms.
Xueming only felt that the Iron Knight's rapier was motionless, as if it had been pierced into the rock.
The incarnation butterfly is very proud, thinking that by grabbing the enemy's blade, it can defeat the warrior's will to fight.
But the next second, Xueming lifted up the Hunting Goddess, took the spear from the hand of [Fragrant Fantasy], poured bullets into the faceless head that transformed into a butterfly, and promoted a package of dishes that did not speak of martial ethics.
The face of Lyndon Van Persie gradually emerged from the broken skull of the butterfly. It could no longer smile. Its legs were weak and it was about to kneel down. It was also called [Fragrant Fantasy] and it lifted the iron knight war hammer and smashed its jaw. , the body stood up immediately!
It wanted to run away, but Xueming stepped on its feet. It was like a child's fighting trick, but it was extremely effective.
In just one breath, the Hunting Goddess beat the butterfly's head to pieces, causing it to collapse to the ground. Then, it was struck again by the war hammer of [Fragrant Dream], and the magazine was emptied repeatedly.
This incarnation butterfly, which is about two hundred centimeters tall, is this strong mythical unit that is as fragile as a child in front of the gunsmith. Its body finally begins to destroy and turns into fly ash.
After doing this, Xueming began to wait again, waiting for the fat guy in the sky to take the initiative to land for a decisive battle. Maybe he felt that the owner of the astrology shop was really noisy——
——He took off the blindfold of the astrology shop owner.
The owner of the astrology shop just took one look at the hell-like scene around him and was immediately frightened to the point where his blood pressure rose, his eyes went straight, and even the whites of his eyes turned blood red.
"No, no, no! I'll just sit here, I'll just sit here! Hero! I can't help! I was wrong!"
Xueming put the boss's blindfold back on, took out the combat knife, and prepared to cut off the fingers on his right hand.
He didn't say a word, wasn't affected by any spiritual disaster environment, and didn't even waver for a second. The monster that made ordinary sapiens and psykers fall into a state of madness, in his opinion, was just a monster that was difficult to kill—— But the iron law that monsters die when they are killed is still valid.
There are still sixteen minutes until the next reinforcement arrives.
That was another unknown Blackstone person, Teacher Su Ling, who was about to arrive.
Xueming is still very scared. He is afraid that his friends will not survive the darkness before dawn——
——As long as the Love God Mercy Society can be defeated, the future will be smooth.
