The Infinite Way of the Heroic Army

Xin Zhao stood upright on the earth wall, holding a gun in his right hand. The gun barrel was dyed red with blood, and the gun tip was shining brightly at his feet. He rode up the earth wall, and the wind blew the broken hair on his face.

He no longer needs to jump up and fight Feng Lei. The gap between them is getting smaller and smaller, surpassing Feng Lei, and then leaving Feng Lei behind.

Xin Zhao stood on the earthen wall. The gentle caress of the wind made him feel a little comfortable. The boiling blood was gradually calming down. His eyes had already surpassed the wind and thunder and looked towards the sky further away.

That was a huge Taotie battleship. It was just their vanguard. There were bigger challenges ahead.

The shock of seeing aliens for the first time, the fear of going to the battlefield for the first time, the confusion of being caught in Taotie's trap and being thrown away by Taotie, and the confusion among teammates, all went away with this gust of wind.

No more fear, no confusion, just guns, just fighting.

This hurdle should be over.

Xin Zhao had already reached the height of Fenglei. He waved the spear in his hand with one hand and stabbed Fenglei's chest. The tip of the spear was pressed against Fenglei's chest, and he made no more unnecessary movements.

Fenglei was a little angry. In his eyes, Xin Zhao's behavior was an insult to him.

Feng Lei's back hit the wall that had surrounded him, the light in his eyes dimmed a little more, and the madness in his heart emerged. He raised his hand to cut off Xin Zhao's sword, or take away Xin Zhao's life. I believe that Carl, the God of Death, would like such a warrior.

Feng Lei's raised sword did not fall over Xin Zhao for a long time. Some gray stones had spread to the joints of his arms, making it impossible for him to wave his hands freely.

Feng Lei struggled with all his strength, and there was no other change except slight vibrations in his hands. His feet also lost their freedom, and gray stones had spread from the feet to the joints.

His hands and feet were all restrained, his wings had long been out of control, and the only place he could move was his head.

He looked down and watched the gray stones slowly spreading to his stomach, eroding the rest of his body. He had no choice but to attack and suffer.

Xin Zhao retracted his spear and looked at this powerful enemy. Only one of his heads was still outside, and the rest was surrounded by rocks. From a distance, there was a huge stone floating in the air. Unfortunately, the top The silver stones disrupt the overall coordination and appear particularly abrupt.

Feng Lei was very calm at the moment. He already knew what his ending would be. He had no regrets and was not afraid. He was just a winner and a loser.

A wisp of wind has come here. He is here to harvest the energy of the two fattest planets in the room. This big head must be snatched away.

Feng Lei looked at the space around him with some confusion. He had a slight misconception that this world was different, and there was something more.

Feng Lei murmured to himself, "This breeze is wrong!" He felt bitter, "It turns out that He never thought of letting us go. This is just a trial, a petri dish, using our flesh and blood to create theirs. brilliant."

Liu Chuang rode the earthen wall and arrived not far below Fenglei. Facing this enemy, he had nothing to say. He jumped up from the earthen wall, raised his ax and split his head, and dropped the stone from the top. split into two.

None of the three people heard Feng Lei's last murmur. Only he heard it, and the person who dominated this battlefield also heard it.

"Why are we afraid when we see Him for the first time? Aren't we the dependents of the God of Death? Why is our first thought when facing His proposal is to go back alive? Are the dependents of the God of Death afraid of death?"

Feng Lei knew that the God of the Earth was here, and he could hear these words. Although he had some guesses, something seemed to be interfering with him, and he could not expel it. Feng Lei needed some help.

Asking for help from a god who wanted his own life, Feng Lei secretly laughed at himself, but he had no choice now. He was an evil god to them, but what would it be to these warriors in front of him.

Feng Lei felt a little sad, and at the same time he longed for such favor, "Is this feeling jealousy? Is there still envy?"

"Why are you afraid? Why do you want to live? He was able to break free." Yi looked at Fenglei with a sigh, "Isn't this an obvious thing?" Unfortunately, Fenglei was destined to be unable to hear Yi's sigh.

"He was able to sense me and touch some of my essence. This Fenglei was a great talent. It's such a pity. It's such a waste to die here for such a reason. What do you think of the Yuan Plan?"

"This is when over-reliance on a certain characteristic causes the nature of the entire society to change, and a hundred flowers bloom into a single family. When there is only one way to rise, force becomes the only one, and aggression becomes a daily routine, talents who do not adapt to this model will be cruelly killed. It wears away in the millstone, and those with talent can enter high positions, but these are often also shackles that restrict them, and they can never get out."

"With the loss of those talents who have flourished, and the geniuses who have exhausted their potential and gone astray, the entire race will have no room for improvement. The shape of the planet is gradually taking shape. If they want to become stronger, they can only rely more and more on that characteristic, forming a vicious cycle. , until you can no longer live without that characteristic.”

"Yi, this is God. Even if He has done nothing, there will still be races that fly to the flames to ask for His blessings. The technology that spans thousands of years is enough to drive people crazy."

"Civilizations without deep accumulation, armed with technology that spans thousands of years, are like children holding thermal weapons, hurting others and themselves."

"So if God doesn't show up, he won't interfere with the development of civilization. And this God of Death, Karl, is obviously an evil god. His attitude towards the Taotie race can give us a glimpse."

"Too indifferent, seemingly detached from things, not interfering with the progress of Taotie civilization, but in fact all Taotie is under his control."

"It's useless to be able to break free now. His path has completely gone astray. His lifeline has been cut off. There is no chance of survival or recruitment. Let's give him a happy life."

"Row."

The ax was getting closer and closer to Feng Lei's head, but he could feel that the wind was getting closer, faster than the ax.

The closer this wisp of wind came, the calmer his heart became, and all those things that disturbed him disappeared. This god finally helped me. Is he fulfilling my last wish?

A hand pushed away the fog shrouding the depths of his memory, and those vague memories became clear, and he remembered his past...

"Huh! I finally killed this grandson, how cool it is!"

The earthen wall that Xin Zhao and Liu Chuang were riding on descended, and the three of them reunited. Liu Chuang picked up the ax again, and Xin Zhao sat down on the ground. Cheng Yaowen looked at the wall in the sky disintegrating, and silently thought to himself, "Father, I did it." !”