Dozens of people fought fiercely around the deformed species, with swords, exoskeletons, hunting rifles, and cannonballs hitting countless parallel lines at the deformed species. This terrifying and tough creature seemed to have endless blood, howling and roaring. Before long, one of its hoofs was cut off and soaked in the purple, black and red hatchery. The wolf cubs that looked like babies took this The empty hall was decorated as a Shura field.
The three besieging hunters with swords were obviously exhausted, but they squeezed strength from their bones every time. They had the chance to retreat, but they never took a step back. They fulfilled their duties faithfully, and the skull medal stained with the black blood of the abnormal species became more and more gloomy.
With the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the half-human sword slashed horizontally and diagonally. The swordsmanship of the Tianhai Empire reappeared in this abyss that had never been named. The ancestors of the armored hunters, those hussars who were said to have stood at the foot of Bailong Mountain, followed the First Emperor's decree and charged desperately against the monsters in Tianchi. At that time, goose feathers and heavy snow fell on their heads.
At this moment, there was no order from anyone, and no code of conduct stipulated that soldiers should fight to the end. Instead, they had the duty to retreat, restore their organization, and attack again.
But now who will remember that the sword-slaying technique of the hunter comes from the dojo sword dance! Soldiers who have sworn an oath, who will take a step back on the land of the motherland!
There is no white snow falling on their heads, but only the ashes and embers of a hundred years after the nuclear explosion.
The output of the exoskeleton dropped to the bottom and began to rise. The micro-turbines roared again. As the curling blade sword flew, a hunter passed by the deformed species, glanced at the pile of cannonballs being piled, and then turned on the overload.
The burst of strong power output caused the exoskeleton support system to tremble layer by layer, almost becoming overwhelmed. The sword slashed with great force, and without waiting for the deformed species to catch it, it cut through the ruins of the stone wall, and the debris was like snow.
The three sets of swords were directed at the face of the deformed alien beast, and they cut off pieces of flesh and blood as they rushed forward wildly. Occasionally, a few ordinary wolves ran to cover, but the hunter who let out his final rage just stepped on him and slashed vertically with his sword. The human wolf's tough armor peeled off like oily fish scales, and then he extended his sword. He raised it diagonally to block the deformed hooves, and the slightly smaller side-attack slashing knife instantly penetrated the human-wolf's head, penetrated the bridge of the nose, hooked into the meninges, and came out straight through the Tianling Cap. A cloud of blood mist exploded.
Even if they are exhausted, their killing movements will not deform at all.
There were not many mature human wolves left in the lair. The deformed human wolf howled and swung its hoofs covered in poisonous grease. However, with the super maneuver of the exoskeleton overload, the three sets of swords of the hunter were quickly caught. Pressing the knife to cut, the next moment, the sword sank in, strangled and connected in the muscles of the hoof and feet, and their curled swords were even connected together.
Not to live, but to die.
Only two legs were left of the deformed species' eight-legged hooves. This creature, which was completely different from any human-wolf species, gradually stood up straight after being severely injured. Six bleeding holes were everywhere on the slender body, and the spurting of thin black blood suddenly stopped. Live, coagulation, conjunctiva, roar!
It is the deformed subspecies next to the dark species. It grows here, protects its nest, and then regenerates with the flesh and blood of its young. This is not the land where these lowly apes come from, but its hunting ground!
Hunting ground!
This deformed species of tough-armored gray wolf, this wolf king howled fiercely. Radiated sarcomas exploded one after another, releasing highly toxic and infectious spores. It was no longer a simple warm-blooded and cold-blooded creature. It was deformed and parasitic with countless viruses, fungi, and slime mold complexes. It was thousands of people. The wolf king was born after the wolf endured cruel training. Just for fighting, not for reproduction.
During the roar, the fat bundles soaked in human blood and animal blood in the hatchery grew crazily, and in a trance, they were turning into a grassland, a grassland where wolves can run, instead of the ruins of a reinforced concrete jungle. This place was destroyed because of human madness, and because a wrong syllable in the evolutionary poem led to an ensemble. No matter how many talented conductors came, they could not turn the ensemble into a human solo!
The distance between the deformed species and the jaguar repeatedly lengthened and shortened. The jaguar's leopard-like explosive maneuvers enhanced the power of the sword. The strong wind forced the "weed" of the shielding era, Zhizhu, to bend down, but it was so blunt that it lost its edge. Ze's sword can no longer break through the deformed species' leather armor, and it cannot be truly killed without cutting off its bones and strangling the lymph nodes.
Three pairs of six-handled swords fell on the deformed creature's chest. It was no longer a dull "plop, plop" but the sound of gold and iron with sparks flying around. The alien-headed face of the deformed species showed a horrifying expression, then raised its chest and shook, and turned around to hit the Jaeger head-on at the peak of the overload.
The chest of the deformed species quickly developed from purple to pure black, as hard as black steel. At this moment, it finally revealed the last trump card, the original fat bundle in the hatchery, the oil spider worker beast in the human wolf lair. The first fat bundle comes out. After decades of precipitation, it has transformed from a fungus into the armor of the Wolf King.
The native fat bundles spread from the chest to the deformed alien face. The spikes are as jagged as skeletons. The deformed species no longer dodges the sword blows of the hunters. Instead, it arches up and collides with the abnormal angles created by its different heads.
The hunter ducked down, and an infantryman threw a Molotov cocktail. Not only did it not hurt the deformed species at all, but it actually made it more terrifying, with the abyss blazing fire and the hot wind roaring!
The hot wind swept through the hatchery, roaring, and the three hunters turned around to block the charge of the deformed species. The swords were swung to the extreme like a sonic boom, gold and iron against flesh and blood! Sparks scattered in the metal explosion, spraying gasoline along the way, igniting the furs and uniforms of the surrounding wolves and soldiers.
Abyss, fire!
The deformed species weighed several tons at its peak. It lost all its hoofs and feet, and the native fat bundles made up for it with the same strength. The three hunters stood side by side, shouting and charging towards the tit-for-tat deformed species.
They couldn't retreat. This wasn't even a dodge in the ordinary sense. If they let go of space, the deformed species would rush towards the pile of shells. They had to squeeze out every drop of power in the exoskeleton turbine, even if the blades reached the limit of disintegration.
The huge kinetic energy brought the hunters into a ferocious collision with the deformed species. The deformed species spread out its two hoofs and two native fat bundles and ran wildly against the ground in the form of a war horse. Venom and granulation flowed from its horns. The three hunters who collided with it were just hunting dogs to the war horses. Just a collision, relying on the weight, the Jaeger has no chance of winning.
"Dang! Puff..." The horn paused for a moment, and instantly penetrated the chest of the first hunter, and then pierced the breastplate of the next hunter, piercing his heart. In two seconds, his life fire was in This hell of fire is extinguished. The deformed species raised its head and hissed wildly, pushing the string of hunters all the way to the rock wall.
The horn penetrated deep into the rock wall, but the last hunter jumped out. Because of the sacrifice of the first two comrades, he found an opportunity. When the deformed species was unable to pull out the horn for a while, he grabbed the deformed species' back and plunged into it. He grabbed the dagger of a victim, the rotten back that was filled with pheromone liquid, and slashed with his sword.
He cut off one rib, two ribs on his back, and another hoof bone. The deformed species roared and shook its head, and the bodies of the two hunters who were stabbed to death in the chest swayed with it. The blood was like a spring, pouring over their swords, which they never let go of until they died. Before they died, did they think for a second about their wives and children, or those proud ancestors of the Tianhai Hussars? Or the motherland?
No, they didn't have time to think about anything.
The rock wall was collapsing. The deformed species pulled out its horns. The two hunters were instantly buried in the dark rock. The swords that fell to the ground glowed with ruddy white light. They fulfilled their vows at the moment of their lives.
Fight to the death.
The last hunter fell to the ground and stood up holding on to his sword. Half of his thighs were corroded by the poison. He could only move because of painkillers and inertial skeleton maneuvers. He finally turned around and looked at the sparse and shapeless shield. wall.
Then nodded.
Shen Rusong grabbed the corner of the shield and looked at the hunter. His majestic body was still thin in the shadow of the overwhelming number of deformed species. He stood strong despite the heart-stopping and trembling howls, just like in countless previous scenes. In the battle, he faithfully performed his duties, charged forward, and fought to the death.
Their eyes met in less than a second, Shen Rusong took a heavy step forward, and then the hunter looked back. Those simple 4.7mm caseless bullets or .50 heavy bullets were still coming through the air, but just like these weapons... A hundred years ago, it could not deter the Imperial Armored Army that surged across the border. Today, it cannot stop this deformed species entering the final state of possession.
As if it showed respect for the last opponent, half of the body of the severely injured deformed species was convulsing and shaking. Its raised foreign-headed face hung down for a moment, and black blood flowed from between its teeth. It seemed to be panting. Or maybe he was signaling in his own way. However, the hunter, who could only stand with his sword, stomped his foot into the soil, and then weakly raised the sword which finally became heavy.
There is still another half to his oath.
Kill all the evil.
"The installation is complete!" the artilleryman behind shouted.
A full base of artillery shells and boxes of explosives were piled behind Shen Rusong. All it took was a match to fly over, and nearly tons of high explosives would completely destroy the hatchery, and no matter how powerful the creatures were, they would be wiped out. This was the result of all the firepower of the Renaissance Army. A helpless move when support is ineffective.
Because there always has to be someone to hold back the fleeing or charging deformed species.
The shield wall disbanded, and with the shouts of the artillery, the soldiers retreated step by step, and the three short retreat whistles were indeed remembered, blown to Shen Rusong, and to all the soldiers fighting.
Shen Rusong did not hesitate. When he turned around, he just took one more look at the stopped hunter. He had already turned around and could see that he was lowering his head. Neither poison, trauma nor exhaustion could make him run again. He witnessed Ten people in the class died in the battle, and he is the last one. He is not the squad leader, nor is he a sergeant major. He is just an ordinary assault swordsman among extraordinary hunters.
The hot wind blew back and swept his forehead hair back. There may have been many petals of red hyacinths and winter jasmines that had drifted away and were tied to his epaulets and armbands.
"If I die in battle
Please hold my gun,
Bury me on that high hill,
when people pass by here
Everyone will say, what a beautiful flower
What a beautiful flower. "
The last hunter stood on the ruins that were burned to scorched earth. When dawn came and early in the morning, he looked at the deformed species whose body was burning with flames. He was shaking, and the deformed species was also shaking, and the deformed species was roaring.
But he just exhaled softly, picked up the gun from the body of his comrade, and pulled the trigger towards the pile of shells with the fuse removed.
The warhead rotated along the rifling and flew out at a speed of one thousand meters per second. It penetrated the steel and ignited the gunpowder. The flames of the explosion passed over the face of the hunter who was still holding the gun, melting his eyes, skin, and bones, and then bloomed into a flower. What an extremely beautiful firework. Annihilating his gentle murmur of unknown meaning.
