Call of Eschatology

Luck, nothingness, but it is indeed a very important thing.

Many times, many difficulties, maybe just a little luck, the difficulties will turn into easy roads, and despair can live forever.

Mr. Winter doesn't know if he is cared for by fate, but at least for now, Mr. Winter's luck is pretty good.

Behind him, a huge humming sound pierced the sky, and the light from the corner of his eyes swept away. Mr. Winter could see the fighter aircraft belonging to Yanjing tearing the air and passing across the battlefield in an instant, while the three forearms "candies" Then fluttering down ...

The goal is not where Mr Winter is.

"boom!"

With the mushroom cloud heading straight into the sky, the direction of the team leader's breakout suddenly turned into white ground.

You see, Mr. Winter's luck proved to be good enough.

If there is no flash of light, maybe Mr. Winter will follow the team leader to launch a breakout in the other direction, and then it will be completely crushed into a part of the soil by a miniature nuclear bomb.

Fortunately, in his heart, fortunately, at this moment, Mr. Winter could even feel the low cheers of the monsters behind him-they made the right choice and won their own lives.

Obviously, they were too early to be happy ...

The predetermined breakout direction is not far from the gate of the Demon Realm-a distance of more than a hundred kilometers, is quickly crossed at the foot of the seventh-level monster.

Even with sporadic artillery bombardment along the way, under unsaturated blows, these seventh-level monsters can always find hope for life ...

Just a few minutes later, Mr. Winter took dozens of demons like this, and merged into the battlefield in the southeast direction like water drops.

Then he ushered in the final test ...

...

Mr. Winter still underestimated the war.

In other words, he underestimated the gap between grades seven and nine.

Although the human soldiers in the seventh-level theater are not the elite army of Yanjing, the individual strength of the ninth-level peak cannot be faked at all.

They besieged the majority by a few, the number of human warriors, even less than one thousandth of the demons, but the battlefield situation was completely controlled by Yan Jing.

Just as Yanjing judged before—this is a massacre.

Carmen shook his sword, and with the flashing of the sword, five different lengths of knife gas snarled and spread, opening five **** roads where the monsters gathered.

In a simple move, nearly a hundred monsters died of death, but the endless stream of demons, soon covered the gap made by Carmen.

But what does this matter ...

It is nothing more than waving a knife.

Next to him, Carmen's comrades-in-chief Maple Leaf issued a series of excited roars. He held up the special magic change Gatlin, and Gatlin "banged" with blue light, and small bullets blasted on the monsters, instantly rowing them Torn to pieces ...

The hundred-member squad that Carmen was in was arranged southeast of the battlefield. Only a hundred people were responsible for the nearly 10 km-long front-it was like a large net full of loopholes. However, the net of this net was full. It is a death trap covered by a knife and gun.

The quantity is indeed not enough, but in the war of professionals, the quality is enough to make up for everything!

After another wave of the knife, Carmen simply took a breath. In one sip, his nose and mouth were covered with smoke and blood. He frowned slightly, looking at the hell-like scene in front of him, his eyes flickered again, but he waved instinctively again. Fighting sword.

Killing and being killed are the eternal theme of war. Since standing on the battlefield, Carmen has abandoned his former identity and tangled in his mind.

He didn't want to die, so he needed to let the enemy die.

Very simple logic ...

It was so simple that he ignored the dozens of figures rushing towards the zone in charge of him, and the skinny ancient devil who was holding the child and pulling his wife.

...

The brutal massacre made Mr. Winter's legs and feet soft.

It was not until this moment that Mr. Winter faintly felt that the death in the artillery was perhaps a happiness ...

But is there something to say?

Come here.

Mr. Winter can only be like a drop of water, completely integrated into the battlefield.

His body was wrapped, and he rushed towards the blockade involuntarily. At this moment, Mr. Winter's face was blank. He just followed the current, like a boat in the waves.

The blood in front of him was getting thicker and thicker, and the horrific massacre suddenly made Mr. Winter come back to life. The fighting genes in his body seemed to be activated, and he looked around involuntarily.

To the right is a human warrior who keeps roaring with guns, even though he is alone, but with the power of firearms, the soldier still has a **** storm.

No one can approach the soldier within 100 meters, the roaring machine gun ejects blue light, and wipes out any demons who rush into its range in milliseconds.

The horrific slaughter gave Mr. Winter a nap and instinctively told him that there was no way to live!

Then Mr. Winter looked forward to the left.

There, a small human was waving his hands and dancing with his hands, and fire dragons sprayed out from his palms, turning his responsible zone into a terrible flame area.

As soon as the Devil with the highest level of seven entered the area of ​​flames, he was immediately devoured by the fire dragon and turned into a floating ashes ... Even if they were far apart, Mr. Winter could feel the terrible high temperature.

There is no way to live ...

He held Mrs. Winter's hand tightly and couldn't help but look straight ahead.

Standing between the gunman and the fire mage was a small-eyed warrior.

The warrior was young, and there was a thin fluff in the corner of his mouth. He was holding a sword and squinting his eyes, as if falling into a short breath.

The youthful appearance, combined with the seemingly intimidating exquisite steel knife, all these things seem to explain a fact to the demons.

"I'm so bullied, come on!"

Indeed, young Carmen is not very good at dealing with a large number of opponents compared to the gunmen and mages on both sides.

As a result, Carmen's defense zone became the way of life for these fugitives.

More monsters swarmed towards the defense guarded by Carmen, and they wrapped the Winter family.

This coincided with Mr. Winter's idea ...

He just followed this wave, hugged his wife and children, and ran to Carmen desperately.

Until the five rays of light rose, like five bright moons, they cut through the air and flew into the magic tide in an instant!

"Zila ..."

The sharp blade intersects with leather, and the pale blade of air is instantly dyed red. The stump of the stump is almost three meters high, and the blood is falling, as if a black rain has fallen!

As a matter of course, the wave of magic that rushed to Carmen was dismembered and shattered in a moment.