Stryker suddenly found that the familiar jungle had become so uneasy, as if there were countless pairs of hungry eyes staring at him in the darkness, making him instinctively observe the surroundings, and his movements produced the slightest sound in the water near his calf. The sound of water flowing.
Suddenly, something rushed out from the forest behind them. It was the size of a person and resembled a humanoid, but its legs were slightly shorter than human standards and its arms were longer.
It looked like an ape-like creature, with red skin and skinny bones. It had a pair of horns on its head, a brass mark on its triangular head, and a set of pale yellow vicious eyes. It had no nose and a second organ on its face. It was a huge mouth, full of fangs and sharp teeth only found in carnivores, and the lips were pulled back tightly.
It charged and screamed, brandishing a rusty, bloody sword in its hand.
The soldiers screamed and fired at it, but the monster jumped over a half-sunken log, its long tongue suddenly thrust forward.
In an instant, the tongue pierced the head of a soldier holding a flamethrower. The tongue rolled up the pale yellow brain and retracted into the monster's mouth, causing it to laugh happily.
Then the sword in its hand penetrated the chest of another Catachan soldier, causing the strong man to wither into a withered skeleton in an instant.
"Draft it!!"
To everyone's shock, Stryker opened fire.
The surging bomb suddenly hit the monster's torso. It bent backwards and fell into the green pool, with water splashing everywhere.
It was still struggling, and Stryker rushed forward, crushed the opponent's head with one foot, and used explosive bombs to blow the opponent's body into two pieces before stopping.
"What the hell is that-"
Stryker was about to yell, but there was no time.
Another one was coming, then another, then a fourth.
They burst out of the twisted shadows, roaring, regardless of the fate of the first.
"Fire!! Don't be in a daze, just fire if you don't want to die!!"
Stryker gave orders and fired at the same time, but there were so many targets that he couldn't deal with them alone and needed help from others.
The frightened militiamen hurriedly raised their guns, but their trembling hands had no accuracy.
The monster charged into the crowd and started a killing spree.
For a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and heads rolled.
Although the militiamen were useless, they at least bought time. Stryker gathered the Catachan around him, hit one of them with a volley, slowed it down, and then aimed for the head. But others didn't even hit the tree.
From the shadows, more of these red-skinned creatures emerged, half a dozen, a dozen, all rushing towards this side.
Only he and Bell hit a few. The wounded ape screamed and fell, sinking into the darkness, but the others caught up. Their teeth are yellow. "Boss! There are too many of these ghost things. This can't continue!"
"I know!"
One guy got too close for Stryker to hit him with his gun, and the guy reached out with his sword and tried to slit his throat.
Stryker kicked the opponent's sword away, then grabbed the beast's throat with his backhand, lifted it up, and threw it like a scarecrow.
"Withdraw! Let's withdraw!"
Knowing that continuing to struggle would lead to the annihilation of his entire army, Stryker had no choice but to abandon the militiamen.
The Catachan began to quickly leave the battlefield, leaving the militia behind and becoming the devil's meal.
At this time, the sky was already black as if stained by charcoal, and even the jungle itself began to change. The flowers and grass were dyed brown, ominous figures hovered in the treetops, and the most common bushes had fallen out. The leaves became a trap full of sharp thorns and hooks, like a cage. The thorns and branches were as white and cool as bones.
Stryker had never seen anything like this.
"Sir!"
Suddenly, a Catachan raised his head and pointed to the sky.
Stryker looked up and saw that the sky had turned into a squirming mass of flesh and blood, with purple spots in it.
Poison soaked the sky, he knew it.
At this time, a burst of singing sounded, blending into his own heartbeat and breathing, and into the sound of the wind——
It was a beautiful, seductive song full of love.
Look up, look, look -
Stryker raised his bloody face to meet the breeze, and the whole world seemed to blend perfectly into the music.
Suddenly, his eyelids twitched, and then his whole body twisted, and he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
"Don't look at the sky! Keep your heads down! Don't look at the sky!!!"
But when he spoke, he was finished. The eyes of the earliest Catachan soldier were flooded with blood. He knelt on the ground and began to giggle and murmur.
"They are coming and we will be part of them, part of them..."
He stared at the polluted stars, and the light from the rift in the deep sky descended on the entire world.
Suddenly the singing turned to screaming and the soldier's head was blown to pieces in a hail of gunfire.
Amid everyone's shock, Stryker withdrew his gun with a livid face and said to Catachan, who was surrounded by people with their heads hanging down:
"If I become like this, you can do the same. Remember, we Catachans can die and be torn apart, but we must never become slaves of heretics!"
"yes!"
When Stryker finally returned to the convoy with the remaining soldiers, he found that the place was also in chaos, and demons had begun to appear on both sides of the road.
Without saying a word, he led the Catachan soldiers to seize a few vehicles, and commanded the vehicles that were still moving to begin to retreat - most of the soldiers who were frightened by the demons could no longer organize themselves. He was more powerful than anyone else. Clearly, saving the main force is the only option.
When no one expected, the ancient rift on the Pai Shang Star was unsealed.
A portal leading directly to the subspace was reopened, and a wave of demons rushed out of it, spreading from Attica to the entire planet, rushing towards the camp established by Colonel Stryker.
This time, although the Catachans and militiamen were ready for battle, no matter how hard they tried, they could not withstand the wave of destruction released by the rift in hell. A desperate struggle broke out on the gentle slopes of the Olympus Mountains. .
Waves composed of demonic creatures repeatedly impacted the line formed by the defenders. After heroic fighting and huge sacrifices, Stryker barely managed to prevent the camp from being engulfed by the first wave of attacks.
Even so, Colonel Stryker knew that continuing to hold on to the newly constructed base would eventually lead to the total annihilation of his men, huddled together in a single location, they would be easily overwhelmed by the hordes of hell pouring from the rift in hell.
In pain, Colonel Stryker ordered his men to disperse and retreat to the underground explorer fortresses all over the planet. He knew very well that no settlement could withstand the attack, but the remote fortresses scattered everywhere could delay the pace of the demon army. , maybe we can wait until the imperial reinforcements arrive.
This defense method is very cruel, because every defense point is destined to die, but Stryker has no choice.
The Battle of Pandora has entered a new stage due to the changes in the Death Star.
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