Blessing from the goddess at the beginning, technology VS magic

The sound is just ahead, about 2 kilometers away. Speed ​​up your pace, it will be there soon...

Huh? Why did the sound stop? Ran? So what, mortals, you can no longer escape my grasp!

The cultists began to control the surrounding monsters to charge forward. After receiving the order, the monsters immediately became like sharks smelling the smell of blood. They began to go crazy and pounced forward desperately.

The attack of the monsters was chaotic and disorderly, and the demons were dancing in chaos. They would only act according to their own instincts and orders, and the subsequent bombardment made the scene even more chaotic.

boom!

What's going on? Did he stop to attack us again? He really didn't care about life and death. He immediately activated his black magic shield, and then rushed forward desperately, throwing away all the monsters behind him.

Halfway through the charge, he realized something was wrong. He didn't hear those dull sounds, which meant that the attackers were not the same group of people! Falling into the trap, he continued to run forward unwillingly, only to find a lot of round metals on a high ground, and some things that were obviously man-made creations, but no one could be seen, and he didn't know where the other person was going. , there were no shoe or wheel marks on the road.

And the army of Warcraft he brought out is probably dead at this moment.

The hard work accumulated over the past few years was instantly wiped out. My dream of unifying the world was blocked by a group of mortals. It was simply unforgivable!

He became angry and began to use the accumulated magic power without hesitation. He first established a magic power transmission channel between the Ten Thousand Demonic Pillar and himself. The further the distance of this transmission channel, the greater the loss during the journey. The loss of more than 10 kilometers is %. .

Then use black magic - fly perception, at the cost of your own magic power, to feed the zombie flies from the disordered land. After the zombie flies get a large amount of magic power, they can multiply quickly, and are connected with the user's senses. After a large number of reproduction, the flies will He used more magic power to eject the mourning flies, reaching a speed of 600 meters per second, and spread all over every corner of the surrounding area in an instant.

Soon Mangflies discovered the artillery of the Nirvana Army. The horses in front were pulling a large black pipe. This was probably the weapon used to launch that kind of attack. There were people behind who were erasing wheel marks and footprints to prevent tracking.

"I see you, damn mortals"

The cultist who covered his whole body with black magic kicked his feet ten meters away and ran 1000 meters in half a minute. Behind the retreating artillery main force were other soldiers responsible for cover. These were originally just for prevention. The ordinary monsters that may have been missed, no one expected that the cultists would rush out in person.

Before the covering Nirvana soldier had time to react, his neck was touched by a sword reinforced with black magic. After a while, the soldier stood up again and turned into a walking zombie.

The remaining people reacted quickly and raised their guns to shoot, but the opponent's movement speed was too fast and it was difficult to hit. What's more, there were mourning flies all around, and any aiming action would be immediately noticed.

Another one was killed, and the second walking zombie stood up. The number of enemies was increasing, while the number of our own was decreasing. It was not an option to continue like this.

The leader of the covering team asked one man to escape and pass the news to the artillery unit, because they had a telegram there and could tell the division headquarters immediately.

After seeing that person away, the team leader looked at the battlefield. Unknowingly, there were already thirteen walking corpses, but the cultist was still wandering around like a phantom, harvesting the lives of his comrades. At the same time, the walking corpses would also attack his own. Comrades, some people dare not shoot at the walking dead.

"Those things are no longer our companions! They are already dead! Everyone shoot and kill all the enemies in front of you!"

The squad leader directly ordered his soldiers to shoot. The gunfire rang out and the walking dead fell down one after another. However, there was still a soldier who did not dare to shoot. The walking dead was already close to him. At the same time, he raised the A-1 rifle in his hand and used the gun in front of him. The bayonet struck from top to bottom.

boom!

The team leader got rid of this walking zombie.

"Soldiers must obey orders! They are not ours..."

A sharp blade penetrated the squad leader's chest, and the cultist said coldly: "It seems that you are their leader. Tell me where you came from and what those thick black iron pipes are. I can make them You die quickly, you can't die before that, and I can at least keep you able to speak."

After saying that, he began to slowly turn the hilt of the sword.

"Ahhhhh...!"

"Don't scream. If you scream again, you won't have the energy to speak."

"shot…"

"What did you say?"

"shot!"

The squad leader is not speaking to the cultists, but to everyone including the man who dare not shoot his companions. You must be decisive on the battlefield. You are already hopeless. Those killed by this knife will become walking zombies. , he would rather die at the hands of his comrades than turn into a walking zombie and attack them.

The squad leader stared at the man with bloodshot eyes, as if to say, hurry up and shoot!

He made up his mind, raised the rifle in his hand, and pointed it at the squad leader.

"Are you really going to shoot your own boss? Aren't you afraid that I will let him go now? How will he punish you when he goes back? Jie Jie Jie"

This cultist thinks he has a clear view of the aristocratic class and those guys who have a little power but take advantage of others.

Seeing that he was hesitant to shoot, the cultist said, "I'll just say it, Jie Jie Jie."

Then he leaned into the squad leader’s ear: “Come on, tell me which country or noble you are from, and where your weapons come from.”

"I am…"

"Yes~, that's it, keep talking"

"I am your ancestor!"

After speaking, he bit the cultist's ear and pulled the cultist's arm with all his strength.

"Ahhh!"

Everyone else who saw this scene opened fire immediately, including the soldier who had not dared to fire before.

Bullets came from all directions, some hit the cultist's shield firmly, and some hit the cultist's shield after passing through the team leader's body. Thanks to the mourning flies, otherwise it would have been too late. He used magic to fix himself to the ground, but was knocked out. The damn mortal was still holding him tightly.

The cultist tore off the squad leader's arm with a strong force, killed the squad leader with a backhand sword, and then used black magic to treat the wound on the ear.

Bullets were still rattling on his shield, and his magic power reserves were also dropping slowly.

"You bunch of...mortal ants!"

The black magic wrapped around the iron sword in his hand is getting thicker and thicker, and you can see the afterimage dragging behind it wherever you move.

The cultist walked among the remaining Nirvana Army soldiers at an extremely fast speed, and cut a soldier in half with one sword. The incision was burned by black flames, and the man was in agony before he died.

The soldier who had not dared to shoot at the walking dead before was beheaded and used his last bit of strength to fire at the cultists, and finally fell to the ground with death in his eyes.

These people did not become walking zombies, not because the cultists respected the courage of these people, but because walking zombies require magic power to maintain, he just directly took away the trace of magic power from their bodies to supplement himself.