Dawn of a New Era

The capital of Rimbaud, an underground air-raid shelter.

Hey, hey, here is the 98th Division of the Eighteenth Army. Our army has been defeated. Rimbaud has fallen. We need support, we need support...

The news has been received, please wait patiently, persistence is victory.

F*ck you!

The phone was smashed down hard.

...

The entire capital of Rambobang was filled with gunpowder smoke, and the ruins remained.

Under the impact of several barbarians, the fragile defense line established by the European Union in Eastern Europe is as fragile as a thin piece of paper, which can be broken with a single poke.

The powerful mobility made the unresponsive garrison positions completely unable to react, and the army was routed across the board. In just a few hours, several states fell one after another, like a nightmare that could not be woken up.

The city that had just been devastated seemed extremely quiet, with no one on the streets.

And just a few hours ago, there was a lot of traffic and people coming and going.

Facing the ground, Kafelnikov took a few photos of the body of a baby who had been trampled to death by the crowd, and moved forward cautiously.

His body was covered with dust, his face was stained with dried blood, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

He is a war correspondent, and as a high-risk occupation, he has always felt that God has favored him.

He has been to the Yanzhou battlefield, and has gone deep into the enemy-occupied areas. He has photographed the fierce and cruel war scenes between the gods and humans, and he has also photographed mushroom clouds blooming on the battlefield.

But every time he can come back alive and well, he believes it will be the same this time.

The army he followed had lost morale and fled in all directions before seeing the wild god, leaving him alone.

However, he didn't care.

There is nothing to care about!

No soldier would welcome an in-depth war reporter with an independent personality, but black guns are possible.

Kafelnikov laughed at himself.

This is not a joke, he was shot black.

Many war correspondents died not from the enemy in front, but from stray bullets behind them.

The ugliness of human nature on the battlefield is greatly magnified. To soldiers, killing people is just a simple pull of the trigger.

The reason is simply that you took pictures of things you shouldn't have taken.

No one will be held accountable, and there is no way to hold accountable, because you can't tell which muzzle fired the bullet, not to mention that it's normal to die on the battlefield.

A few plastic bags fluttered in the wind on the road, and this bustling city now gives people a sense of dilapidation and desolation.

He picked up a bunch of sausages from the ground, carefully patted off the dust on them, and put them into the backpack behind him.

The war seemed to be over, but he knew it had only just begun.

Next, what happens here? He has been able to predict.

Just like other occupied areas, it will be blocked from the outside, continue the war, nuclear explosion, food shortage, internal chaos, conflict, death, and then... rebuild the order, an order established by the gods.

Even he doesn't know if he can live to that time.

Damn barbarian?

He held up his camera and aimed at the flag of the European Union on the dilapidated building in the distance that was broken by the strong wind.

At this moment, he was taken aback.

Immediately, his heart beat violently and his breathing became heavy.

Damn...damn!

Kafelnikov muttered to himself as he frantically adjusted the focus of the camera with trembling arms.

On the horizon in the distance, a flame pierced the sky like a meteor, approaching rapidly, the air waves brought by the terrifying speed,

Even the clouds above are rolling.

God, protect your people!

While shooting, he kept backing away, and quickly shrank to the corner of the building.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a depressive atmosphere permeated like the sky.

Made him shudder.

At the same time, a huge voice came from afar:

Evil things... Haha, look what I found. There are also evil things in this world? Let the great god of casting grant you destruction.

Flying with the aurora.

A giant with two heads and four arms full of radiance flew from a distance.

Kafelnikov, who was hiding in the corner, was filled with fear and fear. As a war correspondent, he was no stranger to the common language of the other world. It was just these words that made his head a little overwhelmed.

How is this going?

That...isn't it a barbarian?

Too much nonsense, go to hell.

As soon as the words fell, the situation suddenly changed. Just now, the God of Forging, who was still arrogant and imposing, seemed to feel a great crisis. He screamed as if he was frightened, as if he wanted to escape.

But the next moment, His body was shrouded in a dazzling glare.

Ah... Kafelnikov closed his eyes instinctively, but even so, he was still stimulated to tears, and even felt a scorching sensation on his skin.

His heart was like an ice cellar.

I am blind! ?

But he didn't dare to howl, he tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and huddled in the corner tightly.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and I don't know how long it has passed.

At this time, a gust of wind blew across the face, dispelling the high temperature and the burning pain in the body.

A voice suddenly entered his ears.

Are you a reporter?

Kafelnikov was startled, and subconsciously opened his eyes.

The expected blindness did not appear, and even the stinging pain caused by the strong light disappeared. He saw a handsome young man who was not like a mortal, floating in the air half a meter above the ground, like a god descending.

You...you...you... Kafelnikov widened his eyes the more he looked, with a look of disbelief on his face: You are...Your Excellency GodChen.

Chen Shouyi nodded lightly, and said in English, It's me, are your injuries okay?

No...it's okay, I'm fine! Kafelnikov nodded excitedly.

I've also fixed your camera for you. It's dangerous here. You'd better hide in the air-raid shelter. After Chen Shouyi finished speaking, he was about to leave, so there were a few wild gods waiting for him to deal with.

G...Your Excellency GodChen, I...I know this request is a bit presumptuous and a waste of your precious time, can you allow me to take a photo? Kafelnikov stammered.

During the war, ordinary people just took pictures, but GodChen has the right to portrait.

Alas, there is no way!

Chen Shouyi had no choice but to stop: Then hurry up.

Okay, okay! Kafelnikov said repeatedly, picked up the camera, and pressed the shutter in a hurry.

Seeing that the other party's shot was almost done, Chen Shouyi turned around and flew into the sky.

boom!

After flying a few hundred meters, his speed suddenly increased, and a shock wave erupted in mid-air.

During this process, Kafelnikov held up the camera and kept pressing the shutter, shaking with excitement. He didn't stop until he could no longer see it.

Regarding GodChen's video, there are quite a few photos, most of which are influenced by interviews and speeches, but there is not a single one of such intense quasi-combat scenes.

He already had a premonition that he was going to be famous in the press.

These photos must be passed on as soon as possible.